Richard swore low in his throat as he watched his bike being trampled over, halfway through jogging over to the idiot in the van to warn him he was about to do so- but it was too late. Fucking renovation fucks, low class wannabes.
He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, tousling it up more then it had already been walking home, brows slanting downwards as he walked over more purposefully - aiming to give the dumbass in the car a piece of his mind. It had been a shit day, fueling Richards frustration in the moment. The customers today at the chemist he had to talk to were driving him insane, not to mention his colleagues, especially one man in particular who was always trying to ask him out for drinks- he didn’t want drinks, he was eighteen and he wasn’t gay.
Definitely was not gay as he stopped beside the car door, peering in through the window and seeing the most handsome– No.
His breath felt sucked away from his lungs and his mouth was dry. Richard took another step backwards, fighting the urge to look and trying to keep the stern expression on his face.
“You knocked over my bike, dickhead. You better pay for a replacement.”
Gavin jumped as some kid suddenly appeared next to his car. “Well damn kid, maybe don’t park it in the middle of the fucking driveway.” He could hear his dad in the back of his mind, yelling at him to be nice to the kid because he was probably the client’s. But fuck his dad, this brat was being a little fuck and Gavin wasn’t going to bend over for him just because mommy and daddy had some money.
He pushed open his car door and stepped out of the truck, slamming it behind him before he walked to the back of his truck. On the cement next to his back tire was the bike in question. And it was practically dented in half. “Jesus Christ, just great.” Knowing his luck it was some name brand super bike that was worth more than his fucking car.
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