The BadAss And The Nerd

Chapter 6- Shopping with The Douchebag

Brook’s POV:           

 

                Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. I can’t believe what I just did, ugh, I blame Ryan for giving me self-empowerment. Now I’m going to have to keep looking over my shoulder, just expecting what I know is coming at me. Oh my god, is Flynn going to kill me? How will he dispose of my body, what will he tell my father? My father’s a doctor. He’ll be able to resuscitate me right? One can only hope, but if you ask me, the jerk had it coming.

                I mean it was long time coming, I guess I bottled up a little too much. Good thing Ryan had that bogus motorcycle brought over and we only made it look like Flynn’s, hey I’m not heartless and I know just how much that motorcycle means to the jerk. Of course I’m going to let him seethe for a bit, I’ll tell him when I find it appropriate. Good thing I locked myself in my room right after closing the door, for the last couple of minutes I’ve heard a couple of crashes coming from Flynn’s room. Albeit, it might’ve just been the bed but I’ll just go with the ‘he’s on a violent streak’ plan.

                I sigh in relief. Maybe he’ll forget about it and let it go. We could just go to the not talking to each other plan we had going for the last couple of years. And just as those glorious thoughts entered my overactive brain, bam, I hear the nearing footsteps. They’re slow but cautious, the thump echoing in my ears. I feel like the girl in the haunted mansion waiting for the killer to just end her, any minute now I will hear the bang on my door that will only symbolize the end of my doom. Okay, so I may be acting a little over dramatic but come on, this is the idiot that jumped a cop with his friends, well yeah it might’ve been to save me, but the point is, he’s dangerous. He’s the predator and I’m the easy prey.

                Knock.

 One knock on the outside of my wooden door, the door that is now protecting me. I cower further into my room, trying to find a way out. And this might not be the time for this, but did you notice how he only knocked once as if I should jump to his every need.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Oh god, it’s a pattern now, what could it mean? Well, he’s not the only one that knows code, I know the Morse code, that’s right I can SOS my ass out of here.

“Don’t make me knock again,” I hear the deep baritone of his voice, like the scary music in the movies it drifts to my ears. I can hear the tightness in his voice and it can only mean one thing, Flynn no happy.

“Uhm, I’m indisposed right now,” I squeak unsurely. I just know he caught on.

“Please, you wouldn’t get naked if it wasn’t in the confinement of your restroom behind closed doors,” I just know he’s rolling his eyes. “Plus, indecent to you would be what, the top button undone? Now, open the damn door.”

I can hear the rapid beat of my heart. I feel like that deer on Teen Wolf, you know the one from the beginning of the new season? Like when Scoot said: ‘He was scared, terrified actually.’ You get the point.

“Are you going to hurt me?” I drawl out, buying me time as I look around my room, trying to find safety. How can a room so big not have a good hiding place, which is pretty stupid seeing as Flynn knows I’m in here, but hey, maybe I’ll find Narnia? That’d be the bomb.

“Now you know I wouldn’t lay a finger on a lady, but I might just retaliate differently if you don’t open the door.”

I huff and tread the couple of steps to the door. I pause, my hand on the doorknob and take a deep breath. Life, it was nice knowing you. I fling the door open only for Flynn to smirk before turning into a humongous dragon, breathing fire before eating me whole. Okay, that’s how it went in my mind, in reality it was just his blue inked teeth that smirked at me. Why is he smiling when he looks like that?