Bring Your Own Chick ✔️

4:The Draft Pick

Story of My Life by One Direction Cover by Boyce Avenue
Picture of India Quail
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Keenan looked around his basement, enjoying watching his buddies having a good time. All of it had matched his expectations.

They were all drinking some beers, laughing and having a good time. All four of them were excited to get the party started, they were only waiting on Lee to show up so they could start the Draft Pick.

It was all set up on the TV, a slideshow of all the girls that are on the list for possible participants. Of course all of them knew about the notorious camping trip that took place every year but they didn't know the point of it. After every year the school hears about all the cheating and hook ups and cat fights but none of them connect the dots, not even the girls who take part in it. Every guy is sworn to secrecy to never tell any girl about the true nature of B.Y.O.C..

Keenan was excited to see the list of girls who Aiden and Ajax made up. He hadn't chosen his girl like a few of the guys have already so he was pumped to see his options.

"Hey look who made it," Ivan shouted, a little bit buzzed from the stack of beers in front of him. Before Keenan turned around to face his best friend he thought he should cut Ivan off before he drinks all of his alcohol.

When Keenan did turn around he saw Lee standing at the bottom of the stairs, determined eyes staring back at him. He knew that look too well; it's the same look he gets before he gets on the football field and when he picks a fight with Keenan.

"What is he doing here," Ajax snarled, catching Keenan's attention. Stepping out of the shadows behind Lee like a phantom was none other than Jesse Cress.

Keenan's fists clenched automatically and his whole body tensed up, preparing for a fight.

"I don't remember inviting you Jesse," he snarled.

Jesse only smirked, very amused by seeing Keenan so worked up once again. "That's because you didn't. My buddy here did." He clapped a hand on Lee's back, emphasizing his connection to Lee of which Keenan couldn't break.

"He can't do that. It's my house so get the hell out."

"Calm down there Lockhart," Jesse mused, stepping away from Lee and closer to Keenan. "I'm only here to enjoy the show. No harm in that is there?"

"Fuck yeah there is," Keenan yelled. Ajax and Ivan came to stand behind him, ready to defend their friend unlike Lee had so far.

"Let him stay Keenan," Lee demanded. "It won't hurt anything."

Keenan glared at Jesse who only smirked back. He wanted so badly to punch that smirk permanently off his face.

"Let him stay," Ajax whispered into Keenan's ear. "If we do this right than we can make him leave on his own accord."

A smile spread across Keenan's lips. He liked the idea of pushing Jesse so far that he would break.

"Fine," he agreed, "you can stay. But you can't drink any of the beers."

"Yeah," Ivan spoke up, "they're mine."

Keenan looked at Ivan weirdly who finally noticed his stare after a short while. "What," he asked innocently.

"I'm cutting you off. I don't want you puking in my Mom's vase again."

Ivan grumbled but settled in his seat none the less, glaring at anyone who came by. He looked like a toddler who was going cold turkey with his pacifiers.

"So shall we begin," Ajax asked, excitement clear on his face.

Keenan gave him a simple nod and Ajax rushed to begin the slide show. Before he did however Keenan stopped him with a gesture of his hand. He stood up, making the room fall silent.