"To tell the truth, girls are no longer the way they used to be. They play gangsters, nowadays, just like boys. They organize rackets. They plan holdups and practice karate. They will rape defenseless adolescents. They wear pants... Life has become impossible."

-Alain Robbe-Grillet



"Excuse me?" She stumbled out, her face twisting from shock to anger within seconds.

I reached into my pocket and yanked out my cigarettes and a lighter. Stuffing one between my lips, I said, "You heard me, "I lit it and inhaled deeply before repeating myself, "What the hell are you staring at me for?"

She was admittedly pretty good looking. Tiny and petite—small all over it seemed. Her features were perfectly feminine and pretty. Her deep purple-black hair fell long and wavy around her round face. I couldn't help but be a little endeared by her big, hazel doe eyes that gave her an innocent look.

And it made me sick. The moment I saw her staring, blatantly and stupidly, I knew I was gonna have to test her out first before even trying to pursue her. She didn't look too bright honestly and if living in California has taught me one thing it's that no matter how nice the boobs or how sexy the ass, don't get involved with the stupid ones.

The girl opened her mouth to speak but then shut it, shaking her dark locks in confusion and frustration, "What?"

I smirked and blew out a long ring of smoke. Just as I'd suspected, she was so dumb she might as well have been mute. It's such a shame… It's always the pretty ones. I guess I can give her one last try… Though, by the looks of it she could hardly manage another vowel, let alone another word.

I shook my head and said as nonchalantly as I possibly could, "That's cool, sweetheart. You don't have to speak—I like my women quiet and submissive anyway."

Her perfectly constructed mouth flew open in outrage but still, nothing.

I give up. "Well, nice meeting you, sweet thang. I'd give you my number but I wouldn't want to trouble you with reading it. I'll catch you around," and with that I turned on my heels and started away in search of something more entertaining.

I didn't make it far, however until I was being yanked around and pushed backwards. "What the—" I began. Before I could even register what was going on, this chick's finger was in my face and her once pretty, sweet eyes were blazing fire.

"Look here, buddy," she demanded, "Now I don't know why you helped those women out and then turned around and transformed into a complete asshole but you don't talk to me like that. Alright?"

I blinked, for once at a loss for words, but all of a sudden she wasn't, "And another thing—don't you ever insult a woman in that way again. This ain't the 50's, darling, and I sure as hell ain't Lucy! Got it?"

I smiled, looking down at her pretty little mouth and admiring her newly found attitude and said, "Nahh, baby. You got it… but I'll take donations."

Her eyes narrowed and the right side of her lip rose in disgust. "You stole that line from the Fresh Prince and you make me sick, " She said with a scoff and turned to leave.

This time, however, I dropped my cigarette and went after her. "Hey! Wait!"

Running in front of her, I offered my hand. "I'm Noah." She looked down at it and then continued on her stride. I kept up with her, step by step. I couldn't stop following her if I tried.

"Look, I'm sorry about back there… I'm not really a sexist jerk. I just—I have this test for girls…" She kept her eyes straight and emotionless, "And guess what? You passed!"

She halted suddenly and laughed in my face, "You give women a test? You're the epitome of sexist, moron. Get away from me… God, I thought the guys at the home were bad…"

"Home?" I asked, suddenly very alert.

"What? Yeah, the home—Oh, what am I bothering to tell you for?" She asked, totally exasperated and began her stroll again. I trailed behind.

"Why are you here? Did you just get off a train?" I inquired.


"Could you just answer my question please?"

She glared over at me, "No, but I can bend over so you can kiss me ass. Go away! I am no longer impressed by you."

"Could you please just tell me your name?"

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously but said slowly, "Carson…"

I put my hand to my hair in confusion and smiled widely, completely thrown off track. "Carson Patterson, Patterson' home for boys volunteer?"

She stuck her hand in her pocket, searching around, "What the hell? Did you steal my wallet and go through my business cards or something?"

"No, Carson Patterson, my name's Noah Alexander and I'm going home with you tonight."


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