Robbers // Nash Grier

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

I sprung back from Cameron as a loud alarm blared out across the parking lot, disrupting the city silence. We hurried to the vehicle, the horn going off at random times, and saw that Nash was trying to climb into the front seat, his butt in the air.

I couldn't help but burst out laughing. He looked like such a dork, a drunken idiot.

"I have to deal with this every weekend. You have no idea what it's like." Cameron frowned as he tried to pry the door open, Nash grinning up at him with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Come on dude, don't do this now."

Nash's grin became wider as he sat back in the chair, and after a minute of staring at one another, Nash's eyes began to grow heavy.

Cam groaned in frustration, running a hand through his hair and leaning in close to the window. "Do you want this?" he asked, waving the happy meal in the air. "You can't get it if the fucking doors are locked." Nash stared at the happy meal, his eyes unwavering from the brown paper bag filled with goodness.

After a moment, Nash wound the window down a few inches. I cocked an eyebrow as Cameron sighed and held the brown bag up to Nash. He placed his nose up to the window and sniffed, before reaching out and snatching the bag from Cameron's hand and winding the window up.

Cameron deadpanned, turning to me. "He's a fucking idiot, I swear. That's why I never let him get drunk, but I didn't realise how much he was drinking at the party." 

I smiled as I watched Nash inhale the burger, Cameron's face contorting in pain as Nash's burger lost basically all its insides all over Cameron's front seat.

"He can clean that up when he's sober. Goddamm it." Cameron sighed and leant against his car, shaking his head at me.

I shrugged. "We just have to hope he'll be a good boy and unlock the car."

Another ten minutes and Nash was still eating his Happy Meal, and Cameron was getting more and more frustrated.

"Open the doors you asshole. Honestly, do you have to ruin every single thing your parents invite us to?" Nash was just staring at him, and they had to have stayed like that for at least five minutes. Cameron fuming, and up against the window, and Nash just staring.

His gaze shifted to me, and he his a button on the car and we heard the glorious sound of the car unlocking.

"Thank you," Cameron muttered when we were finally driving away from the Mc Donald's. Nash just grunted, his eyes trained on the lights that sped past.

It wasn't long until we were pulled up outside my building.

"So, I guess this is it." Cameron looked grim, and I had a strange feeling I wouldn't be seeing any of Nash's group for a while.

It was awkwardly silent for a moment before I got out of the car and walked up the steps to the entrance of the big cement building. I turned just as the car sped off, and they were gone without so much as a goodbye.

***

"He what?" Alyssa demanded as soon as I told her and Caleb what happened.

I sighed, tucking my feet up under me on our crappy couch. "He got drunk. And called me a piece of shit." My tiny friend looked about ready to explode, her pale cheeks flushed.

"I'll kill him," she growled, her small fists clenched at her sides. I shook my head, barely able to keep my eyes open.

"Don't Lyss, it's not a big deal," I mumbled, my eyes finally drifting shut.