At the barbecue, I met his parents without making a fool of myself. His family was in a much higher tax bracket than mine. I met his aunt, uncle, and his cousin, Jake. Jake had a gorgeous date, with huge silicone tits who wore a bikini the entire day. Right away, I pegged Jake as a player, very good looking with a great body, and conceited.

The volleyball game was eventful. I returned several volleys for our team. Jake returned one of Carter’s serves with an attitude that pissed me off. Carter set it up for me. Being short, I quickly stepped up on a rock that was next to our net. I used the rock for a vault, then spiked the ball hard right into Jake.

He looked shocked. “Take that one.” I said. OK. I was probably overdoing it, but it pissed me off that he was so damn cocky.

Our team continued to kick ass. Carter hugged me several times. He wasn’t usually quite this needy.

The neighboring barbecue family had walked off and left their Karaoke music playing next to us. Jake kept trying to name the song that was playing. I kept telling what it was, but he wouldn’t listen. Such a jerk. Finally I sung a verse for him. Everyone looked at me as if I had two heads. Hadn’t they ever heard anyone sing before?

“That’s it!” Jake said, finally admitting I was right.

I didn’t think it was in his nature to admit he was wrong. I gave him a look, then childishly stuck my tongue out at him. I couldn’t help myself.

“Finish it.” he ordered me.

I gave him a rebellious look.

“Chicken?” he bullied me.

So typical. He was living up to every expectation of what a rich jerk should be. “Nooo!” I answered with my typical rebellious attitude that I used on my parents as a teenager.

“You don’t have to.” Carter came to my rescue.

I didn’t need rescuing. I sang in my cousins’ band on the weekends. I belted out the rest of the song as if it were a paying gig, giving a performance that should have gotten me a standing ovation.

Everyone clapped when I finished, even the family from the neighboring barbecues. A standing ovation of sorts. I saw Jake pull Carter against the net. I watched him say the words, “If you don’t marry her, I will.”

Damn. What a jerk. He knew I was with Carter. Carter told me that Jake always made a play for his girlfriends while he was dating them, and afterwards. It was a game to him. I don’t know what pleasure he incurred from leftovers though.

For the rest of the game, I made a special effort to avoid Jake. It didn’t work too well. I hated that I kept looking. He was the type of typical jerk that I usually stayed away from. I couldn’t be the kind of girl who would betray a boyfriend by dating his cousin.

On the way to the car, the four of us all walked together, Jake and his Double D girlfriend and us. We passed an old car.

“That’s a beauty. A sixty two Ford Mustang. They don’t make them like that any more.” Jake said as if he were some kind of expert on the subject.

I’d held my tongue all day with this guy. I could hold it for a bit longer. I rolled my eyes.

“What?” Jake asked me defensively.

“Nothing.” I said sweetly, walking past the car. Damn, he was trying to make us think he was an expert. It pissed me off, but I held my tongue to keep the peace.

“If you’ve got something to say, say it.” he dared me, getting agitated.

“It’s not a sixty two.” I said.

“It’s a sixty two.” He declared, very sure of himself.

“She knows cars Cousin.” Carter took up for me.

“Not this time Cousin.” Jake said.

“It’s a sixty four and a half at the earliest. The Mustang didn’t debut until then.” I said confidently. “They didn’t exist before then.” I added with sarcasm.

Just then the owner of the car walked by. “It’s a sixty five.” He called to us as he unlocked it.

“Told you.” I said to Jake with attitude.

Carter laughed. “Told you she knows about cars.”

“I guess I was thinking about the Camaro.” Jake said in a whipped voice.

I was done letting things slide with him. “Camaro didn’t come out until sixty six, and they called that one a sixty seven model.” I added, grinding it in.

“Hey.” He tapped Carter on the arm. “What I said back at the net…cancel that. No way in hell.”

Jerk. “Oh, I’m so crushed. I was thinking up names for our children.” I said dryly full of sarcasm.

Jake and Carter both gave me a look of total shock.

“I read lips. Jerk!” I said to Jake. I helped my sister teach deaf children in the summer.

Jake simply shook his head and walked his girlfriend to his car.

“Damn. What was that about?” Carter asked me as we stepped into his car.

“I don’t know. He was being a jerk. Wasn’t he?”

“Him?” Carter asked, insinuating that I was the problem.

“I know he’s your cousin, but he was being a jerk. Mister Know-It-All who didn’t know jack shit. Don’t act like you’re some kind of expert when you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about dude.”

Carter gave me a look that told me he thought something else was going on. Damn him. I wouldn’t date that guy if he were the last guy on earth.

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