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Thin lines, 40 miles per hour on empty university roads, street lights tungsten and faux warm, anger boiling deeper and hotter to mask all the confusion -- Jon had his named plastered on all of them, claimed all the traits his own and gritted his teeth at the fact that he had to. By his dashboard, the digital clock turned to 11:49 and the stereos of his stock-engine Honda City was blastin’ songs about honky towns in Mexico and a cat named Joe; still Jon had never been so muted by such rage and frustration. In his years of sun-tanned-skinned girls and feminine giggles, never had he thought that a playful tease by another man -- let alone motherfucking van der Wal -- would have him here: driving through the precipice of midnight with nails deep on the leather of the stirring wheel; still remember the brush of the wretched guy’s sex against his stomach, and the ache of his own; school boy fear on his chest beating faster than he was driving, scared and crazy, anxious and crazy, wanting and --
His sight wasn’t perfect but he could recognize that walk from miles, recognize that smug confidence from across the room, recognize van der Wal strolling by the Greek Row to where his frat house was in a clads of black. 50 miles per hour now, steady on the gas, hand on the shift stick - third gear, fourth gear - closing in the distance, boiling rage and the feel of bulged denim grazing his stomach, and he shouted out his now rolled down window, “Get inside you motherfucker! Get in here right now van der Wal!” Time for revenge.
