The Bad Boy's.....What?

Chapter 25- He's The Weasley To My Potter

Song On The Side: The White Stripes- Seven Nation Army

“What do we do? What do we do?” Kim asks, looking frantically around the room while I crouch next to Drew’s dad. This girl cannot act calm and composed under duress. She doesn’t quite have my finesse for these types of situations.

                “Kim, calm down. First, we have to get him somewhere the guys won’t find him because if Drew sees him, Mr. Collins will not be waking up. Second, we have to clean up this mess and act like everything’s fine,” I explain standing up from my spot on the floor. She breathes in deeply before nodding stiffly. We both know just how beastly Drew can get.

                “There’s just one problem with your plan,” I roll my eyes before speaking.

                “Don’t worry, I’m like a ninja they won’t know what we’re up to,” I placate her worries.

                “Uh, no you’re not, and I meant how are we going to carry him? Mister Collins is freaking huge and we’re not exactly athletic,” she motions to her body.

                “I’ll have you know I have a muscle mass of…,” I trail off trying to think of a plausible number.

                “You don’t even know what muscle mass is, do you?” Kim dead pans, her baby blues shining with amusement.

                “No, I don’t, but the point is somebody’s life is at stake here. If we get discovered he will be the steak because Drew’s going to chop him up,” she rolls her eyes as I put emphasis on my statement with my hands.

                “Okay, let’s move him. Wait, where are we going to put him in?” Kim questions and I stop to think. Not on the second floor because that’s where we sleep and it’ll be too dangerous. The movie theater is in the basement along with the new work out room, so that’s a no.

                “I got it, my mom had some sort of panic room built under the stair case, you need a special code to get in there,” I snap my fingers.

                “Hey, what’s taking so long with the popcorn?” Kohl’s voice carries into the kitchen and we try to cover the man on the floor with anything. Sadly, dishtowels are too small to cover a man of his size.

                “We’re going,” Kim calls out just as my brother bursts in through the doors with a goofy smile on his face. Kim and I immediately stand in front of Daddy Collin’s body.

                “We’ll be out there in a minute,” I nod towards the door hoping he gets the hint.

                “I could help you guys carry the stuff out,” he replies, the damn gentleman.

                “Nah, we can do it,” Kim smiles.

                “I’ll help,” he protests, moving closer to us.

                “No,” we scream simultaneously. Kohl stops in his tracks and looks at us weirdly, as if he just ate our secret stash of chocolate.

                “What?” he holds his hands up in surrender, it doesn’t help that Kim suddenly has a knife in her hands. I look at her like she’s crazy.

                “What, I was just going to cut some lemons for lemonade?” she states uncertainly. Kohl looks relieved when she drops the knife onto the counter. Unfortunately, my nerves are on point and the clang of the metal makes me jump and it only takes that second for Kohl to get a glimpse of what we’re trying to hide.