Posted Fri Jan 8, 2016 | 337 Words | Tagged story chav

He was a typical nerd when he boarded the train. Energy drink, jeans, gaming t-shirt. He hated shopping, but he had to get on the train to go to the shopping centre. Even worse was the fact the train was full and some chav had got on. Probably getting off with his foot locker bag of expensive shoes to go and show his mates what he nicked.

Sure enough the chav got off at one of the run-down stops he had some breathing space. When he stretched out he noticed the lad had left his bag with his shoes in. He had a peak, just out of interest. The train was fairly empty now as it always was.

The sizing was on the outside, and it seemed to be his size. A little thought came into the back of his mind. The guy probably wouldn’t come back for them in a while. He could always just try them on. Put them back, and the guy wouldn’t even notice.

He put them on as carefully as he could, trying not to draw attention. Sipping away his energy drink he wondered why he was doing this. He looked down and smirked. He never smirked, ever. That was strange.

His head hurt so he raised his hand to his head to rub it a little. Feeling his hair, it felt different. His sides were buzzed down. It felt proper like this. He closed his eyes and held his head to try and hold the pain as his mind crunched and caved.

Looking out of his eyes again, refocusing due to being closed for some time he was sure he felt slightly drunk. Looking at the can, yeah it was golden. Well it was, it sure lightened quickly into his trademark can of stella.

He got off at the place. Fuck, he forgot to get off earlier coz he’d have to jump the barriers otherwise. His mate was waiting on the other side, fucking cunt didn’t remind him to get off.