Max, that sweet boy, was absolutely horrified.  "How could you call it a tricycle?!  It's a one-of-a-kind Yamaha YZF600 Thundercat!"  he exclaimed, pulling at my sleeve.

I continued to flag down the idiot, who had the nerve to be so cool and dashing that it made me feel constipated.  

"Hey!"  I called out again.  "Go take a right, left, crash into an equally ugly ride like yours if you want.  Pick anything so long as you go away and let me nap in peace!"

He had his helmet on so of course I couldn't see the expression on his face.  

But the middle finger sure said it all.

The girls gasped with excitement.  "He even flips people off sexy!  How hot!" they exclaimed to themselves, squashing their faces against the window to watch him.

Max gasped as well.  "Wow, he doesn't have manners.  What would his parents think."  he pointed out in disappointment. 

"I'll save his parents the trouble and kill him myself."  With a growl, I pushed up my sleeves and fished my lunchbox out of my knapsack Max was still holding.

Max looked warily at me.  "Joo-Eun, don't tell me you're going to-"

"Take that!"  I cried out, launching my thermos at Mr. Motorcycle Man.  

It hit his shoulder and he had to swerve to avoid crashing into a parked car.  He turned to the bus and shook his fist at me.  He fished into his own pocket and threw an empty cigarette pack my way.  

I ducked and it hit Max instead.

"Ow!" he cried out, rubbing his forehead.  "Joo-Eun, quit it!  You're only making it worse!" 

"I'll avenge my bestfriend for that insult!"  I assured him as I grinned and threw my half-eaten sandwich at him.  

I was satisfied to see the mayonnaise smear across his shiny helmet.

The girly girls gasped and squealed in sympathy for him.  "Stop it!  You're hurting him!" they all glared at me.

"Give me something else to throw at him!"  I determinedly ordered Max, offering my open palm while I eyed the jerk out the window.

Max gave up and just muttered to himself as he put something in my hand.  I chucked it out the window before I could see what it was he had given me.  

To my horror, it was a maxi pad.  

I turned to Max and slapped him on the shoulder.

"You moron!  I needed that!  It's my time of the month, you know!"  I exclaimed.

Max looked at me in disgust.  "I really didn't need to know that!"  he exclaimed back.

I pushed my annoyance aside and held out my hand again.  "Give me something besides the pads, will you?  Those are pricey."  

Max grumbled as he fished in my bag and brought out a pile of bad test papers.  I patted Max on the shoulder, perking up at the sight of the papers.  

"Good thinking, Max!  I needed to find a way to get rid of those anyways!"  I grinned, balling each one up and threw it one after another at the guy.

To my disappointment each crumpled ball bounced harmlessly off of him.  

My eyes widened when a small square package suddenly hit me square in the face.  

I peeled the object off of me and instantly threw it at Max's face instead.

"Gahh!  Gross!"  I cried out, trying to wipe my face clean as Max picked the package off of him to inspect it. 

His eyes widened when his mouth moved to read the words on the front.  "Smooth lubricated...Latex...condoms?!"  

Once he found out what it was, he too threw it far away from him.  One of the girls caught and happily showed it to her friends.

"Oh my gosh!  He's so kinky!  He‘s hot AND he practices safe sex!" they nearly fainted to find out that the punk carried condoms, of all things, with him.

With one last attempt to throw that moron off, I reached into my bag and blindly threw whatever I had in my hand.  

"Muahaha, he'll think twice before facing the likes of me!"  I pumped my fists up in the air in victory as I watched a silver object hit him in the arm, causing him to teeter dangerously close to a nearby car.  I gasped as he caught the object and finally turned into another street.