Pump: A Short Story

She exhaled deeply and grinned from ear to ear.

Christy Arlington had always been the center of attention. The most sought after girl in her school, ever since puberty that is, and she knew it. She never had a problem finding a date for anything, and she never had to ask. That was a good thing too because she would never ask. She was Christy Arlington after all. She couldn’t remember a day when a boy hadn't at least attempted to ask her out. Not a single day.
She used the word “attempted” because a good portion of the boys became nervous and began to stutter when they approached her with the intention of asking her out. They would smile stupidly and carry on in another direction. Usually, mumbling under their breath. Even the most popular boys couldn’t keep their attention on anything else when Chisty was around - she knew that too.
But… this ASSHOLE, this nappy-toothed, nappy-haired, nappy-skinned, grotesque clothed, creepy degenerate freak of a human male had the audacity to pretend that she didn't even exist. As if she was not standing there, at that precise moment, pestering him to turn on the damn gas pump so she could get some friggin’ gas.
Actually, she thought, he hasn’t completely erased me from his reality. Because, since she approached the counter, he hadn’t looked at anything other than her breasts. She hadn’t even seen him blink.
She was used to boys staring at her breasts. It made her uncomfortable every time, but it was one of those things that she couldn’t escape. She had no intention of dressing like an old lady. So, she weighed the pros and cons and decided she would have to learn to deal with immature boys trying to look down my shirt sometimes. She had learned to use this to her advantage. Usually, boys would just give her anything she asked for. Hoping to be rewarded with her phone number. Sometimes they wanted more than that. It made her think less of them, but she didn’t refuse the special treatment.
This loser definitely isn’t getting my number. Evidently, he was lingering in some deep subconsciousness and had no grasp on the here and now anyway.