The BadAss And The Nerd

Chapter 8- Flashback

Evan’s POV (The Night of the Party):

 

                “Oooh, where are we going?” Brook slurs as she stumbles behind me, giggling mirthfully.

                “I’m taking you to your room,” I face her and speak slowly, giving her drunken brain a chance to at least try to process this. She holds a serious face for a couple of seconds before hunching over in an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

                “I’m sorry. Did you just say you’re talking to my broom?”

                 I give her an incredulous look, she might just be one of those hilarious drunks. I shake my head and grab her hand again, maneuvering our way around the swaying bodies. We finally reach the stairs and once again I have to steer Brook through the passed out bodies lying on the stairs.

                “We’re here,” I sigh and turn to Brook, only to meet a complete stranger.

                “Who are you?”

                “Boo,” the brunette slurs before collapsing against the wall. I crouch down to inspect her, and she’s indeed wasted. I head downstairs to get Brook, God, if I don’t find her Flynn’s going to kick my ass. I don’t know why he has us on the lookout for her, I have a feeling she means more to him than he’s actually letting on.

                I head towards the kitchen and notice Shane on top of the counter, he’s no longer gyrating or giving his strip show. No, now he’s giving a very bad rendition of Lana Del Rey’s Go-Go Dancer, I think he should leave the singing to her. I mean, who had the idiotic idea to give him a broom? He’s using it as his make shift pole.

                “Shane, Shane, have you seen Brook?” I yell to get his attention.

                “Does it look like I have a book?” he rolls his eyes. Dumbass.

                “Brook, you idiot!”

                “Oh, yeah, some dude just took her out the back door,” he nods towards said place. Here we are, supposed to be keeping guys away from Brook and she easily bypassed Shane. I begin to walk away, not before missing Shane continuing his little show. I swear sometimes I think Shane just wants to let his inner stripper out, he always does something like this.

                I open the door and am met with the slight cool breeze of the Californian night air. I inhale deeply, cleansing my lungs of the stuffy smell of the packed house. My head snaps to my left when I hear a bang.

                “Get away from me,” I jog around the corner in the garden and immediately tackle the guy off of Brook. I knock him out with one punch to the face and turn to Brook.

                “Don’t you know not to leave with strangers,” I exclaim.

                “He dragged me out,” she blinks, I think the fear of what just happened sobering her up a bit. Nothing kills a drunken state like being scared half to death.

                I tilt my head in confusion and look back to the figure lying on the ground. I lean in closer, the darkness of the eerie night making it difficult for my eyes to identify who the hell I just knocked out.

                “What the fuck…?” I trail off as I finally recognize the dude.

                “Isn’t that…?”

                Yep, the dude that just assaulted Brook is Flynn’s father. The one that’s supposed to be MIA, the one’s whose absence is supposed to be the reason why Flynn’s reconnecting with Brook, albeit unbeknownst to her. I don’t know much on the subject. Flynn’s very vague about the subject amongst his private life as well.

                “Look, don’t tell Flynn about this, okay?” I turn to face her to see if she understood.

                “Got it, Flynn’s a fish,” is her response before passing out on the grass. I merely shake my head and pick her small frame before taking her upstairs to her room.

                I lay her on the bed and debate on how to get her into something more comfortable. I remove my shirt, not willing to go through her drawers looking for her pajamas, who knows what kind of shit I may find in there. You can’t un-see what you’ve already seen.

                I close my eyes and sort of pad my way to try to remove her dress, I face palm myself when I accidentally grope her. I decide that feeling my way around is not a very bright idea, so I settle for averting my eyes when necessary.

                I sigh in relief when I finally dress her. I throw her cover on top and make to leave when she calls out.

                “Lynnie-poo, stay with me,” she reaches out for something. I sigh and settle in next to her, somehow already knowing that I’m not the one she wants here. No, the dumbass is somewhere here screwing around, trying to keep up his bad boy persona.

             I sink down in the bed and close my eyes, hoping that darkness will make me drift into sleep. The last thing I hear are the encore chants from Shane’s fans downstairs, asking him to continue the show.

 

Author's Note:

Hey guys, sorry about the wait!!! This is a short filler chapter, obviously, on what happened the night of the party!!! So, what do you think Flynn's dad has to do with any of this??? And is there anyone out there who can't believe Ezra is A??? Please vote and comment;) On the side is the only version for the song Shanr was *cough* stripping to *cough8^-^ Pic of Shane on the side!!!

'Love ya;)