The BadAss And The Nerd

Chapter 1- Where It All Begins

            They say your life flashes before your eyes as you’re about to die. The only thing going through my mind as a light was flashed in my eyes was I am so not playing beer pong again. That’s right. I am standing outside of my car while a cop’s about to bust my ass for underage drinking. I shouldn’t have listened to my friend when she came by my house earlier today with the sole purpose of dragging me to this grandiose social event. Who cares if I’m slightly socially awkward and can’t carry a decent conversation with a guy unless he’s from the chess club?

                “Oh god,” I mumble as the cop begins to head my way with a breathalyzer. I may not be wasted but I’m sure as hell not clean. The low rumble of a motorcycle in the distance is the only noise in this cold, dark night. The only light coming from the moon and the streetlight that stands tall at the intersection.

                “If you don’t come out clean, you’ll be in big trouble young lady,” Officer Badass gives me a look. His life must be so dull he has to ruin mine for entertainment.

                “Are you sure you can’t let me off with a warning?” I laugh shakily. God, I’m nervous as hell, this is why I cocoon myself in a fictional world instead of crazy teenage life. My dad’s so going to kill me.

                “Breathe,” he ignores my pleas and holds it up to me. I notice the rumble of the motorcycle approach us, well more like about to zoom by because it’s clear it’s gaining speed. Wow, some adrenaline rush that must be. Seconds later, a black and red motorcycle dashes by, a noticeable male figure riding wearing all black with a black helmet and salutes the officer.

                “Damn, you got lucky,” the officer hurries off to his patrol car and points at me. I exhale in relief. Fate must be on my side today. I look up at the black sky and thank the stars as the cop drives off, chasing who knows who.

                I climb inside my car and hurry home, just in case that cop has a change of heart. I smile once I pull up to the comfortable two story house at the end of the street. There’s one light on, coming from the living room window of my home. My dad must be waiting inside. I turn off the engine and head inside. I try to tip toe upstairs without my father taking notice.

                “Brooklyn, is that you?” comes his sleepy voice. I smile, picturing him dozing off in front of the game as he waited for his princess to come home.

                “Yes dad, it’s me, I told you not to wait up,” I scold as I step inside the vast living room.

                “I know you did Brook, but I decided to stay up in case I needed to set someone straight,” he flexes his arm muscles causing a light giggle to erupt from my lips.

                “Okay dad but I can take care of myself,” I shake my head at his antics. My dad’s a tall man with very handsome features. He has chestnut brown hair with green eyes that I did not happen to inherit instead taking my mother’s blue ones, a chiseled jaw and a smile that seems to never fade. He’s a doctor and no matter how tired he is he always makes time for me.

                “Dad, have you ever thought of remarrying?” I voice thoughts that have run through my mind for far too long.

                “I don’t have time for romance with work and my princess,” he shakes his head.

                “I’m already grown dad, you need to make time for yourself,” I counter.

                “I don’t want to get tied down,” he says with a grin as he gets up from his lazy boy, the one nobody’s allowed to sit in and walks towards the stairs ushering me with him.