Bad Boy

I quickly set the car in it's place at the dealer. I hope that no one found it missing. I get out of the car and look around. I see a man watching me, the owner.

"Trasher! What did I tell you about stealing my cars." I forgot to mention, the owner is also my dad.

"You told me not to steal cars because you need to sell them."

"Exactly. A nice couple came in today and wanted that car, but guess what? There was no car. They left."

"So? There are always other buyers."

"Not when you continue to run off with my cars!"

"Okay! Calm down, Dad. I won't take the good cars next time."

"The good cars? I can't put with this anymore. I have to take this matter into my own hands."

"You do that dad," I say, walking into the dealership and up to the small apartment upstairs.

"Son, you are going to college." This stops me in my steps.

"WHAT?" I turn around and cross my arms over my chest.

"You heard me."

"You've got to be kidding me. We don't have the money for that." My dad pulls his wallet out and takes out a folded... brochure. This gets me worried. He opens it up and reads, "Real kids, real dreams, real scholarships. Does your kid have a dream? We can help! Come to Hawaii and participate in the When the World Faces Reality. From July 6- July 13, compete with 7 other students for a full scholarship. Apply today." I smirk.

"Dad, today is the fifth of July. You had to apply earlier on."

"I did."

"WHAT?"

"Do you need your ears checked? I said..."

"I heard what you said. I am not going."

"Yes, you are."

"No. There is no way you can get me there." He comes up to me and hands me a ticket.

"Are you gonna waste your old man's money that he put into this plane trip, or what?" I roll my eyes.

"That won't work."

"Oh, and the fact that if you get this scholarship, you get a car of your choice to take with you to college." I snatch the ticket from his hand.

"You owe me big, Dad." I try walking past him, but he stops me and hugs me. I awkwardly stand in the hug. He finally lets go, but then frowns.

"Why is there a stud in your ear?" I grin.

"You like it? There are three more." I show him the other three piercings and he frowns.

"We will talk about this when you come back."

Again, I try to walk out, but his hand stops me.

"I'm driving you. Oh and cough it up." I look at him with an innocent look, but he doesn't buy it. I mean, if I was him, I wouldn't buy it either. I pull out my pocket knife and hand it to him.

"No, not that. You might need that to cut open a fish or something." I raise an eyebrow and put it back in my pocket. He keeps his hand open. I sigh and hand him my packet of cigarettes. He throws it in the trash and keeps his hand open. I hand him my lighter. He still keeps his hand open. I sigh and take off my right shoe. I hand him the three cigarettes in there and tell him that those were all I had. He smiles and we walk out the door. I climb into the passenger seat and my dad drives me to the airport.