It was 7:30 and I still felt like this was a bad idea. My phone was blowing up with messages from Hobi. He was beyond shocked when I told him I would be going to a party. One because it's me at a party but two because it was a party he hadn't been invited to.
Hobi was used to being invited to everything and I think he was a little put out about not even knowing about this one.
I didn't bother locking the door when I went to brush my teeth, I'd heard Namjoon left about 10 minutes ago. Aera had lifted his grounding on account of him being less of an all round dickhead.
I was just spraying some body spray on when I heard impatient tooting from outside. I peered out the window and saw Yoongi's fabled black hummer. He'd had so many girls and boys in the car that the back seat had become the stuff of legend. I popped a bottle of antibacterial gel in my backpack in case I touched it.
Dad waved from the kitchen as I went down and I told him I'd be back before 10. I got outside and skirted around the monster of a car slipping into the passenger seat.
"Glad to see you've made an effort Bruce." Yoongi mumbled eying my outfit choice. I flipped him off before he proceeded to pull out of the drive.
Jackson's house wasn't too far and the ride wasn't too unpleasant although Yoongi did seem extremely interested in finding out about the relationship between me and Namjoon.
He asked twice if I'd told him Yoongi was taking me out tonight despite me telling him the first time I hadn't.
As we started to walk towards the door Yoongi threw his arm over my shoulder and I attempted to shrug it off. The door opens and I'm blinded by a large flashing light.
"What the fuck?" I hiss, still adjusting my eyes from the flash. I see Jackson holding a Polaroid camera.
"Wonderful choice my man!" He murmurs whilst hitting Yoongi with a high five.
I followed him into the living room, where he was standing directly in front of me, leaning against the fireplace in Namjoon.
His face drops at the sight of me. Clearly he wasn't expecting to see my face tonight. I scan the room but something is off.
Although Namjoon and his usual boys are here there isn't a plastic nor a cheerleader's uniform in sight. I noticed a few student I recognise from school and a few I don't, but none of them are these boys' usual types.
I look back again at Namjoon and realize standing next to him is Kallie. Her eyes looking up at him like he's the most magnificent man in the world. What the fuck is this?
"What's going on?" I ask Yoongi. He smiles down at me "Nothing." But I'm not convinced. I noticed a few of the other people also looking uncomfortable. Something isn't right.
"Do you want a drink?"
"I'll get it myself" I start towards the kitchen before Yoongi grabs my arm and pulls me back.
"No one can go, the kitchen is off limits for the testicularly challenged."
Yeah, fuck this.
"Ok, where's the bathroom?"
Yoongi gives me directions and I make my way upstairs. I wait at the top of the stairs until I can see he's distracted and slowly creeps back down. I want to head for the front door but I see it begin to open so I dodge left and go through the side kitchen door instead, maybe there's a back way out.
I go towards the back doors when I'm suddenly distracted by an image of my own face. I look at the wall and see a large brown cork board with the Polaroid taken earlier pinned to it. I look a mess in the image, clearly I wasn't expecting to have my picture taken but Yoongi looks great, gleeful even. Almost as if he's won one of his stupid basketball matches with the final slam dunk.
I see underneath the photo are post-it notes. They say things like;
"Gender:- Male"
"Fuckability:- 7/10"
"Size:- unknown:"
"Points for a home run:- 70"
I look around the board. There are photos of everyone here all with individual scores for different categories. I look to the top of the board and in big bubble letters are the words;
Welcome to The Dog Show
I want to be sick. I ran for the kitchen sink. What the fuck is wrong with these twisted bastards?! So if a person doesn't meet your standard of beauty you should get compensated with points for banging them? What's the prize for the winner? What kind of creeps think of creating something like this?!
I manage to stop myself from completely bringing up my dinner when I hear someone come into the room.
Jackson doesn't even notice me as he walks straight to the board and pins on the image of their latest victim.
As he reaches to start writing post-it notes I see red. Without even thinking I storm over to him and plant my brand new converses directly between his legs with every ounce of force in my body.
His body crumbles to the floor as he rolls around cupping his hopefully now ascended balls and screaming. A few more boys come rushing in. they see
on Jackson the floor then look back to me. I pick up a beer bottle from the table next to me and launch it at them. It hits the unit next to their heads and shatters.
Upon hearing the commotion people start piling into the room, the guys come to a standstill as more and more people turn their head to the board in front of them.
I see a wave of brown hair attempt to make its way to cover the board when I throw everything left in me into a punch straight to his throat. Clearly he wasn't expecting it because his knees hit the hard tiles of the kitchen floor.
Yoongi looks up at me still clutching at his neck with pleading in his eyes but it's too late. They've seen it and nothing he does now will change what is going to happen.
"Seokjin, what is that?" I look across the room to where the small voice came from, settling on Kallies face. I can see the tears she's desperately trying to hold back suddenly escape her eyes and run down her cheeks.
"It's their score board. Everytime they bang an ugly chick at this party they get points. Its their ranking of us." I see the faces of people in front of me drop. Some begin to sob immediately whilst others just hold each other.
As they all began to leave the room I couldn't help but notice how every single one of them had something truly beautiful about them. They had all been included in this shit show because of one characteristic that deemed them unattractive to the dim witted pieces of dung that ranked them but that wasn't what they were. Each of them also had a beauty to them. Something beautiful that would be seen by someone worthy of them one day.
I took out my phone and took a photo of the board. I wanted a record in case any of these fuckwards ever tried to deny it.
Yoongi and Jackson had now recovered and were standing next to me. Yoongi went to take a step closer.
"Fucking touch me and I will make sure your not physically capable of ever making another back seat conquest." I spat at him. The bile was building in my throat and I needed to get out of here.
Most of the people already left. I saw Kallie and grabbed her hand as I left, pulling her with me to the front door.
We stepped outside into the cool night air when from the edge of my vision I saw Namjoon standing on the drive. He walked towards us and Kallie pulled her hand from mine. Without missing a beat she slapped Namjoon across the face.
"Fuck you, you useless piece of shit cunt!"
I couldn't help the smile that filled my face at the image of the sweetest girl I've ever seen slapping a guy twice her size and shouting profanities.
Namjoon turned towards me but I just shoved him out of the way as I grabbed Kallie's hand and walked away.
The chapter wasn't good enough.