Loving Kinnick (Rewritten)

Kissing Me Is Doing You A Favor

High pitched ringing broke me out of my sleep. I shoved my face deeper into my pillow, waiting for the sound to stop, but I fucking knew it wasn't going to. The charger ripped away from the socket as I yanked my phone off of the nightstand. Trevor's name flashed across my screen, and I almost ignored it. Then I realized it was two-thirty, and my stomach grew uneasy.

"Why the fuck are you calling me in the middle of the night?"

I pulled my phone away from my ear as the music pounded through the speaker. "I need you to get down here -"

"What is going on?"

"Bo is here," his panicked voice filled my ears. "She is fucked up, and Luke keeps giving her shots."

I slid out of bed as my palm rubbed over my face. "Luke is getting Bo drunk?"

"She drank half a bottle of Jack, Kinnick."

I heard Luke's voice in the background, cheering Bo on as she chugged what I would guess is Jack like Trevor said. Anger coursed through my body as I listened to him encourage the curly-haired girl that I adored so much to chug. As I snapped at Trevor to put her on the phone, I could hear more people joining in to challenge her.

When Trevor mentioned my name, I could hear a gasp. My stomach quivered as she squeaked my name with excitement. I felt the corner of my lips tugging up as she came to the other side of the phone.

"Kinnick?" She slurred with excitement evident in her tone. "Where are you? Chrissy said you were coming tonight. I really wish you would have. Luke keeps giving me shots, but I would rather be sober with you than drunk with him. Don't tell him that, though. He gets jealous. It is just that I miss you a lot -"

I let out a sigh as I listened to her talk. "I miss you too."

"Then where are you?"

"On my way to get you," I pulled on a pair of shoes.

"Really?"

"Yes," I pulled my phone away to slip on a hoodie. "And get your ass down from the table. I don't want you getting hurt."

"No."

I gripped my phone tightly. "Excuse me?"

"I am having fun," she hiccuped. "I am not getting down."

"We will see about that," I grumbled.

The engine to my truck roared to life, echoing through the parking garage. My tires screeched against the pavement, pulling me onto the street. Bo stayed on the phone, murmuring incoherent words as her friends cheered for her in the background. I gripped my wheel tightly as their influence risked her safety.

The little giggle I've come to adore floated through my phone as people hollered at her. Trevor can't fight for shit, and I've beaten the fuck out of Luke on many occasions to know that he can barely throw a punch. I can't trust anybody to protect her. That is my job.

Trevor's house came into view as I whipped around the corner. Drunken teens filled the lawn until I pulled up. They jumped out of the way, upset as my truck came to a screeching halt. I didn't pay them any mind as I stepped out of my driver's side, pushing through them to get to my girl.

From the porch, I could hear Bo singing. I noticed her the second I entered the house. Her hips were swaying back and forth in a pair of ripped blue jeans. She stood on top of Trevor's dining room table with Luke below her, watching with adoration. The leather jacket covering her arms made it appear as if she were a rebel. I knew better. And still, it never made it any less attractive.

Within seconds, Trevor was shoving Luke away from Bo as he handed her a bottle. I watched as the caramel-eyed girl clutched the bottle of whiskey in her hand. The cap was missing, and from here, I could tell Bo was shit-faced. Her black-rimmed eyes were bloodshot.