AUTHOR NOTES:
- Same TWs as last chapter!
I am not gonna let them try and control me.
I grab his friends by the hair and bash their heads together, sending them crashing to the floor. I put my hand on Nichole's shoulder.
"Now that's how you get a couple of drunkies to back off!"
That sounded weird now that I think about it.
Nichole looks surprised but impressed. She seems to like me a little more now that I've shown her how strong I really am now. Not that she didn't like me before, but she had this odd glint in her eyes.
Tyler stands up from the floor, his nose is bloody and broken, as well as his ego. He looks at me and smiles. Why was he smiling...?
"Well, you've got guts. Maybe I'll teach you a lesson later."
He winks at me and starts walking away with his friends. I'm beyond confused.
Nichole sighs, looking annoyed, "What a jerk!"
"Meh, he'll pass out from blood loss soon."
I shrug and laugh, feeling way calmer. It was pretty visible, when I was fighting him, I was all serious. Now I was back to my kind, soft self. Right?
"I'm not gonna have any alcohol tonight, will you?"
Nichole smiles back at me, she's starting to get quite flirty, which is not normal for her. Uh oh... She blushes slightly and looks ashamed at herself.
"Well... erm... I'd like to... " she looks away, "but I should probably have some, y'know, just to fit in?"
Nichole had a chronic case of wanting to fit in. Typical. Sorry that was kind of mean... am I really turning more into Eric?? Oh god!
Nichole sighs in frustration, "I need to work on doing what I actually want to."
"...have you already had alcohol?"
I look at her with disappointment. It was obvious to me now she probably did.
Nichole nods slightly, "Just a bit."
She sees the expression of disappointment on my face and laughs uncomfortably.
"Hey, it's just for fun, I'm not an alcoholic or anything," she shrugs and grins, "you should try to relax a bit more."
She picks up a random beer and takes a swig. She's already losing herself and its barely been 10 minutes!
"Here I thought I wasn't the only sober one here..."
I laugh awkwardly as well.
"It's fine, just please don't drink to much. Red is completely wasted and flirting with like 5 guys over there."
Nichole follows my gaze to Red, who is sitting on a chair surrounded by a group of guys. She is laughing nervously with one of them and I can see his hands start to wander over her body. What a perv.
"Yeah... maybe I'm not gonna be drinking that much after all, I don't want to be like Red..."
"Red seems to be having fun though, I'll only step in if she's so drunk shes flashing everyone."
I drink some water and sigh, sitting down on the floor, moving away from the small blood puddle from Tyler's nose.
Red looks like she's getting more and more uncomfortable but doesn't quite seem to know how to say no. The boy moves his hands up under her shirt. Hell no.
Nichole moves over to me and sits down beside me on the floor. I notice that she looks a bit sad or down but it seems to be about something else.
"Hold on Nichole."
I walk over towards Red and pick her up bridal style, moving her away from the guys.
"Back off, she's clearly uncomfortable with you touching her like that."
Red looks at me and nods, looking very relieved.
"Thanks," she says and smiles at me, "I don't know why he thought that was okay."
Red needs to be more careful...
The guy looks at me angrily. "Come on, stop playing hard to get, we both know you like it!" He tries to grab her again and attempts moves his hand up towards her chest once again.
