B For Bad Boy

Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Flight Was Bad

Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Flight Was Bad

We could hear screaming downstairs. Mom. Dad. Blake's meek voice.

All seven of us were upstairs in my room, all of our faces looking very placid yet very 'What the fuck did we just witness' -evident in it.

I was on my study table chair as I looked at all of them. 

Jayden was spread legged on the floor, flapped down and looking at the floor with dead eyes. Sam's mouth hadn't been closed since the last few hours, Vanessa looked like she was high, Mia was on the bed, occasionally laughing manically in between sets. 

I think it was coping mechanism.

Austin was open mouthed too, looking at the floor and still trying to cope with his forced sobriety. Rose was beside him, head lolled to a side but eyes wide open as all of us tried to comprehend the things that went down a few hours ago.

Understatement of the year would be if I try to downplay anything that happened at all. Like if I say an absolute havoc was wrecked over... oh boy you better believe it did. 

The screaming downstairs was constant. Intensifying... dying... intensifying again. I felt hot flush then coldness at the same time.

"I wanna get drunk" Vanessa said in a dry voice. "Like batshit drunk."

I yawn. "I feel like sleeping."

Mia and Sam nodded. Everyone looked some degree of tired and given the events that went on just a few hours ago- no wonder they felt like dropping.

The commotion downstairs was now not heard anymore. I think my parents had finally relented... letting Blake go to his room. Pretty sure he was going to get grounded.

"I'll be back." I announced before going downstairs.

I slowly walk out if my room and tiptoe downstairs. From the top of the staircase, not daring to go all the way down, I saw mom at the kitchen tool, her elbows on the counter and head in hands and dad pacing back and forth. Blake was nowhere to be seen.

I stepped down a few more steps until I was at the bottom. "Mom?"

She looked up in a jump. I kept my feet ready in case she decided to throw a fit at me too. But the only thing she did was stand up then suddenly choking out a sob.

I was standing like a statue a but thundered from the situation.

Ah shit. Did she know about my photo?

She came to me, sobbing, then hugged my shoulders. "My baby...!"

I weakly spoke. "Mom what's wrong?"

"I know its not you in those photos baby! God you must be feeling awful too!"

Oh well she knows.

I chuckle. "Well Northern High won today so I guess I'll be off the hook for a while. Besides i think they're taking action against Newt Hutchins too, he's the one to make those photos up so I guess I'll be totally fine."

She sobbed for a while. Dad came to us too, all of us having a group hug. When they let go, mom wiped her cheeks, fuming again.

"Blake... I cant believe my son would do such thing. How could he... did I not raise him well enough, Anthony?"

My dad sighed. "Well he made a mistake. I hope he'll learn something from it."

I spoke. " Um mom?"

"Yes baby?"

I nervously play with my hair. "Well... as you know there's like a bunch of my friends upstairs..."

"Oh my god you're right I absolutely forgot about them I'm such a bad host." My mum quickly scurried to the kitchen. "Quick, tell them to come down I'll make some casseroles.."