My Boyfriend Is A Geek ✔️

11: A hawk who looks like a weasel

"I still can't believe I'm going to a party - like an actual party!"

I would have smiled at Hawk's enthusiasm if he wasn't saying this for the hundredth time tonight.

"Hawk, if I hear the word 'party' one more time, I promise I'll let go of the steering wheel and jump out of this car," I mused oh-so-sweetly. In response, he made a show of zipping his lips and throwing out the key, leaving us chortling.

When the throaty sounds died down though, I couldn't help from asking, "but why are you so excited about this party anyway? It's always the same thing, you know - drinks, silly games, dancing, and lots of sex."

"Well, that's true. But then there's also the people," he remarked. "Though I've never been to a party, I think what actually gives life to parties are the people. The adrenaline that comes with having fun with people your age, is really what makes it interesting. You can always drink and play games on your own, but it's much more fun when you get to do it with others."

I found myself mulling over his words for a little longer than usual. But to Hawk, I said an overly dramatic: "wow, SpongeBob, who knew you could be philosophical?"

"Well," he drawled, chuckling slightly. "And I may or may not also be excited about this party because Ria would be there."

I brought one hand to my chest, feigning hurt. "I can't believe you're thinking of other girls already. Are you bored of me already? Am I not good enough? Tell me!"

That earned a hearty laugh from him, and it wasn't long before I joined in.

A few moments later, we were pulling into Tommy's house and I was turning to face Hawk. "Ok, SpongeBob, you remember what I said earlier, right?"

"That Kent is an idiot," he offered.

"Yeah, that one's true too," I mused between chuckles. "But no, the other one."

"No drinking punch; it'll most likely be spiked."

I gave a pleased clap at that. "Yes, that's the one."

His response came as a mock salute and an addition of: "ok, got it."

I couldn't help but betray a smile at his antics. But I was soon saying, "alright then, let's go in."

He nodded, eyes sparkling in excitement.

And a second later, we were getting out of the car and making our way into Tommy's party, hands intertwined.

We were welcomed by the usual sight - blood pumping music, young blooded teens dancing their hearts away, drinking, and of course, some couples making out. So, yeah, it was pretty much the usual party scene.

"Hey, Peanut," a voice cheered.

"Kent," I deadpanned. He made a show of pushing me aside, casually throwing an arm around Hawk as though they've been best buds since forever.

"Hawk, my man, I'm so glad you could make it."

I thought Jason was his man? How could I forget? It was Kent - every guy he talked to was his man. Now, though, he was inviting Hawk to their game of beer ping pong, and that was my cue to step in.

"I don't know, Kent. Isn't it too early for that?"

"Come on, Peanut, don't be such a spoilsport."

"I'm not," I huffed, but soon ended up giving in to his chants of 'spoilsport.' That boy could be so childish sometimes.

"Fine. But don't make him do any stupid things, Kent, I'm serious." I fixed him a pointed stare to emphasize my point.