Y/N is an intelligent girl who only desires to get through school with good grades. Two delinquents, however, have different plans in store for the poor girl. She just doesn't realize how far they're willing to go to cause trouble over her.
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The sun had long since set, and Liam's parents and sister had all gone to bed a little over half an hour ago, but the three of us remain awake. I sat with the redhead in his newly cleaned room on the comfy, beanbag chair. Neither of the two troublemakers had chipped in to help, which was infuriating to say the least, but I was just glad it was tidy now. Liam did seem to appreciate my work, though by the end of it. Currently, Ethan is downstairs trying snag a couple cases of beer from the basement for this party they want to go to. Needless to say, I'm worried he'll get caught and get us all in trouble. My foot couldn't seem to settle down as it tapped away at the floor, causing my right knee to bounce repeatedly, something he quickly noticed.
"Hey, relax, we've done this tons of times. Haven't been found out once," he assures while texting someone on the phone, though it hardly eased my conscience. The light coming off the screen contrasted the darkness of the room, making it almost blinding, but he didn't seem to mind it shining on his calm face. They shut the light off a while ago, not wanting Liam's parents to suspect anything, so I suppose the light wasn't so bad. It was better than simply sitting in the dark. Regardless of his attempts at comfort, my feet continued to shuffle about as I stared at the floor.
"Maybe it's normal for you, but I've never done something like this." I'm not the type to sneak around or go to parties with a bunch of drunk teens. Beyond not ever being invited to such events, they weren't exactly my scene. The very idea makes me nervous.
"Isn't it thrilling, though? That rush of adrenaline that pumps through your veins just from knowing you're doing something bad." Liam lowered the phone and looked my way with a smile, but it didn't cheer me up any.
"No," I say quietly while wearing a deep frown and gripping my arms. "This feels awful. If they find out, we can all get into some serious trouble."
"You'll kill yourself worrying about it at this rate." Chuckling, the redhead brings his seat closer to mine and reaches for my shoulder. "I'll take the rap for you if something does happen. My permanent record is already destroyed, so I have no reason to care about it." I gaze over at him and spot the smile on his lips as his phone light turned off, leaving us with only moonlight to illuminate the room.
"Well, you should. Doesn't it bother you that your entire lives could get ruined by this sort of stuff?" I couldn't quite understand their desire to cause mischief. Wouldn't it be better just to behave? Sure, a little fun isn't so bad, but these guys are constantly at it like there'll be no consequences for their actions. Smile lessening some, Liam slid his hand off my shoulder, his touch lingering.
