A Funny Weekend For Highschool Boys: Adventure, Fun story, Flexing, Fabling, Pam, Free Short Stories
Jadé hurriedly tied his shoelaces, bolted for the door, and called out, “Mummy, I’ve gone!” just as the door slammed shut behind him. He knew his mother well—if he’d lingered even a second longer, she’d find another chore to trap him with.
Today was too important for that. He was headed to Victor’s place, where Nonso and Bosun were waiting. Victor had been his best friend since primary school, and now, in SS2, they were still inseparable. Along with Bosun and Nonso, they’d formed a tight-knit crew, proudly calling themselves ‘The Fresh Boys’ since their first term in JSS 1. Even after all these years, they still owned that title.
As Jadé approached Victor’s house, he spotted him backing out in his mother’s car—right on time. The plan for the day? A joyride through the neighborhood, cruising in style just to catch the attention of the local girls, but only the “fresh” ones.
Victor was the mastermind behind most of their antics. He always had wild ideas, like last week, when he showed them how to tilt a mirror on their shoes to sneak a peek under the girls’ skirts and see who had the freshest underwear. Peculiar, the girl who never gave them the time of day, won that contest easily, but since she acted like she was too good for them, Egodi took the crown by default.
As Jadé arrived, Bosun and Nonso were busy guiding Victor as he maneuvered the car out of the driveway. “Watch the gutter,” Bosun cautioned, always the responsible one.
“I’m taking the front seat!” Jadé yelled, hopping in before anyone could protest. Bosun and Nonso begrudgingly slid into the back.
“Not fair! You were the last to get here,” Nonso complained, his voice tinged with the usual playful annoyance. Nonso was the cute one of the group, so pretty he could pass for a girl. The girls loved him, which sometimes annoyed Jadé, but it was what it was. Nonso had his charm, and the rest of them had to deal with it.
“You gonna cry?” Jadé teased with a mischievous grin.
“Cry? Me? Do I look like a baby?” Nonso shot back, puffing his chest a little. “Victor, I’m driving next!”
“I’m after Nonso!” Jadé quickly called out.
“Why am I always last?” Bosun grumbled from the backseat.
Victor shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. “Relax, man. Everyone’s gonna get a turn. But first, let’s go block Peculiar. I saw her earlier—she should be on her way back now.”
With that, they cruised down the road, Victor expertly handling the car as though he’d been driving for years. He spotted her first, just ahead. “There she is,” Nonso pointed.
Victor’s foot pressed on the accelerator, nudging the car toward Peculiar as if he were about to hit her. She leapt out of the way, whipping around only to see the usual suspects—the class clowns. Her eyes narrowed, and she scoffed before turning away.
“Hey Peculiar!” Victor called out, reclining in the driver’s seat, trying to look effortlessly cool. “Hop in, we’ll give you a ride.”
Without missing a beat, she replied, “No, thank you,” and kept walking.
“I told you she’d say no. She’s too stuck-up to have any fun,” Jadé said, watching her.
But then, to everyone’s surprise, Peculiar paused, shot them a sideways glance, hissed, and opened the door. She slid into the seat, shutting it with a soft thud. Jadé’s lips curled into a triumphant smile, one that didn’t go unnoticed by Victor, though he wasn’t sure he liked what it meant.
“So, you’re just driving around? Is this supposed to be fun?” Peculiar asked, her voice dripping with boredom.
“Victor, remind me again why you picked up this grandma?” Bosun quipped from the back.
“I am *not* an old woman! You’re just a little boy,” she snapped, shooting him a glare.
Victor, trying to sound mature, asked, “So, Peculiar, where are you coming from?”
She sighed and said she’d been at a fitting for her cousin’s bridal train. The conversation meandered from there, light but stretched, until they finally pulled up in front of her house. “Bye, *Victor*,” she said pointedly, stepping out and disappearing into her compound as her dogs barked in greeting.
Nonso scowled. “So, it’s only Victor she saw in the car, huh?” he muttered, slumping in his seat. “Anyway, it’s my turn to drive!”
Victor sighed, stepping out and handing Nonso the keys. Nonso slid into the driver’s seat with a smug look, and for a brief moment, Jadé found himself thinking, *He looks kinda cute behind the wheel.* Shaking his head, Jadé pushed the thought aside. Soon it was his turn, and he made sure to handle the car carefully. He was thrilled, sure, but no way was he going to risk messing up. Victor’s ride was no joke—a 2015 Toyota Avalon XLE, practically brand new. He wasn’t about to buy himself trouble.
Then came Bosun’s turn. That’s when Lady Karma made her appearance. Bosun, in a mix of excitement and nerves, crashed the car into an electric pole, right on Victor’s street.
For a moment, everything was still. Bosun froze in shock, and the seconds stretched painfully. It was enough time for Victor to leap out of the car, assess the damage, and come to grips with reality. It was bad. The front end of the car was crumpled like an accordion. Their carefree weekend? Over.
Years later Jadé and Victor would laugh about this day while playing Call of Duty, but the pain they experienced together was strong enough to dissociate them from Bosun who ditched them, begging that he did not want to enter trouble. Jadé took responsibility for crashing the car. Nonso admitted to distracting him and Victor accepted that he was an idiot.
The beatdown their parents gave them afterward became the stuff of legend, a shared pain that, instead of breaking them, bound them together in a bond that would last for years.
The End
A big thanks to Precious Raphael Mikaelson for the title challenge. Looking for another fun story? Check out Episode 1 of Kidnapping Father Christmas