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In the moneyed neighborhood of Hipodromo, there lived all those rich and wealthy kids of the town that everyone hated, not because people were envious of how rich they were...but because they were the most arrogant fuckers ever.
And Armando was, without a doubt, arrogance personified...however, people didn't quite care about that because of how attractive he was. Everyone drooled over him; he always had girls behind his ass... especially on Valentine's Day, he had tons of roses in every damn place...
Nonetheless, arrogance seldom walks alone; more often than not, it's shadowed by a deep absence of empathy...and that "absence of empathy" has a name: Jacob. They've been friends for God knows how long...probably since they were fetuses and their mothers used to hang out together.
Now, since they are always together...and they're the worst kind of people this town has to offer, they must do shitty stuff together.
Once in elementary school, a classmate of theirs refused to give them a little piece of candy...what did those little sunshines do? Beat the fuck out of that boy. He got a huge black eye, a broken nose, ribs, and arms...did they get punished? Yes...they got detention; however, it didn't last long. The teacher didn't get paid quite well... so Armando saw his chance and took it. He handed the teacher a few bills...and not the small kind. Money talks, and in that school, it practically screamed.
Now... what happens when you throw a bunch of rich kids together on the weekend? You get parties. No reason behind them. Just parties. Some hot chick broke up with their ugly looking ass boyfriend? Party. You finally managed to hook up with that one person? Party. There were no exceptions. Even the dumbest excuse turned into a wild night, no questions asked. But... you know how it goes; being arrogant also means being selective. Which is why not everyone got into those parties... unless they had the approval of Jacob and Armando. Especially Armando.
— "Look at her ass, man" —Armando hit Juan's shoulder and tilted his phone toward him, making him spill all of his drink on his pants.
Juan looks at him, deadpan. Without saying a word, he stands up, grabs his phone, and heads toward the door. Right as he’s leaving, he bumps into Jacob. His lips are swollen, and he is out of breath, meaning he just got out of a quite intense make-out session...again. That makes five tonight.
— "What's up with Juan?" — Jacob looked back at the door where Juan just exited as he plopped down next to Mr. Arrogance himself.
— "Fuck if I know. He spilled his drink and acted like I slapped his mom" —Armando scoffed as he took a big sip of his beer. — “ Look at this girl's ass” —.
Jacob glanced at Armando's phone and snorted. — "Just saw her in the kitchen, and let me tell you, she looks like a fucking failed experiment. I don’t get how she gets all those likes when she looks like someone hit her in the face with a fucking hammer before the picture."
Armando chuckled, swaying a little as he palmed his bulge through his pants. — “ Well, she got me a boner...but man, maybe you’re a better option tonight, right?” —
...What?