The BadAss And The Nerd

Chapter 7- A Nerd and Social Events

                “Okay,” I giggle and stumble forward but fortunately land in Evan’s strong arms.

                “Careful,” he chuckles. Ryan huffs and leaves reluctantly giving me many glances as he walks away.

                “Hey,” I pinch Evan’s cheek as I sway and stumble a bit. I blush as he looks me up and down, I self-consciously move my hands to pull the hem of the black dress lower, trying to cover up as much as possible.

                “You know you’re very pretty,” I coo, he’s so cute.

                “I think you’re the beautiful girl here, come, let’s get you settled somewhere else,” he drapes an arm around me and leads me elsewhere. Wow, I think, this is going to be some night, even if I’m not in my right mind.

Flynn’s POV:

 

                Ugh, I groan as I sit up and rub that sleepy haze from my eyes. I squint as the sunlight beats down on them but adjust quickly. Oh hell, what did I do, rather who did I do, I ask myself as I take in the naked curvaceous blonde next to me. That was some party, I barely remember what happened. I wonder if Brook gave into the fun, I snort at the thought, she probably went as far as one sip and puked it all.

                I stand and head to the shower in the bathroom across the hall, I was about to step in when I had to stop myself due to the passed out teen in there. I shake him and give him one of my best glares that has him running out like his ass is on fire. I smirk, I still got it. I step inside and finish getting cleaned up. I head back into my current room, kick the girl out, and get dressed, ready to head down to clean up a bit before Brook comes barreling down on me about proper house manners.

                A while later I’m almost done cleaning up when I halt my movements. Something’s not right, Brooklyn hasn’t come down from her room for anything. Could it be that the bookworm actually loosened up enough to have some real fun and is currently sleeping off a massive hangover, ha, I laugh at my absurd thoughts. I shake my head and make my way upstairs.

                I raise my fist, ready to knock on her door, when I stop myself. Wait, what if by some miraculous possibility she actually did something yesterday and is currently resting, is it really fair of me to just wake her up? No, it isn’t, so I decide to just walk in. Come on, this is Brooklyn, she’s purer than Sandra Dean who actually gave it up to Danny, and if you don’t know who I’m talking about my friend, well, you should really pay more attention to girly classics.

                I walk in, rub my eyes, because surely my eyes are deceiving me, as I take in Brook and a shirtless Evan in her bed. Why is Brook wearing my friend’s shirt?

                “What the hell?” I scream as I ball my fists but try to reign in my anger. I specifically told my friends that Brook and her other friend were off limits. A very startled Brook quickly sits up in bed, and in her haste knocks down a very passed out Evan. He lands with an audible thump.

                “What time is it?” he rubs his eyes nonchalantly, as if he didn’t screw my childhood best friend. I look down on my wrist.

                “Oh, it’s time for me to kick your ass,” I exclaim before lunging for him. Unfortunately, my stunt was precedent by a very smart Brook, who stops me by placing herself in between us.

                “What the hell is your problem?” she sneers. Oh, so she can act all cold towards me but get cozy with one of my supposed best buds?