Hometown Love

Chapter Four - Should I Leave or Should I Stay

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Chapter Four - Should I leave or Should I stay?

"You should go." Camille told me and I sighed.

I didn't know why but I couldn't help but nod and follow Brody out of the bar.

He was completely wasted and if I was honest with myself, I wasn't at my very best either. But as I saw him tripping on his own feet and having to hold onto the guy in his front so he wouldn't fall, my good-inner-self spoke louder. And for the sake of  the city and its citizens, I was now walking after the drunk bad boy before he did something shameful.

"Hey, wait up!" I shouted as I realized Brody, even being drunk, was much faster than me and I was getting breathless.

A very confused Brody looked behind at me and stopped walking. When he recognized me, he put on his original smirk and I wanted to roll my eyes.

"Are you sure you can take me, princess?" He asked motioning to his body and I took advantage to wrap his arm around my shoulders to help him stand up.

"Just keep quiet as I walk you home, Quarterback." I warned him and he sent me a death glare.

"Don't call me that." He said firmly and I raised an eyebrow. I always called him Quarterback when I was younger.

"Why not? You keep calling me princess, don't you?" I asked him and he let out a deep breath.

"Just don't, Thea." Brody closed his eyes and for a second I thought he was going to collapse on the ground, but he just hugged me by my waist and started walking pulling me along with him.

I felt confused by his response but didn't say anything about it. I was the one who told him to be quiet, wasn't I? So I shouldn't complain that he did what I told him to.

It didn't take more than five minutes to get to his house, though I didn't remember the place to be the house where he grew up in.

"I moved out." Brody told me, obviously seeing the unsure expression on my face. 

"Okay." I said and he took his arms away from me, making me feel cold and kind of wanting to get closer again. Then without using a key, he opened the front door of the blue house and held the door open for me. 

I hesitated for a moment, trying to decide whether I should go in or leave but Brody rested his head on the door and when I looked at him he was almost falling down, as if he had fallen  asleep, so I hurried to catch him before his body met the hardwood floor.

It was close! But I managed to get him to stand up. And awake.

"We should sleep together." Brody suggested pointing a finger at me as if he really thought I could say yes.

"In your dreams, big boy." I patted on his chest and helped him into the living room.

"You're always in my dreams, T." He told me raising his right hand to my cheek and looking deeply into my eyes. If I couldn't smell the horrible scent of alcohol coming from him I would definetely be getting all hot in the inside. His bad breath totally killed it, though.

He was Brody and I knew he wasn't worth it, but, damn the guy is hot and I've always had a weakness for hotties. Besides, being in his house with the lights from the street as the only thing keeping us from being in the total dark, didn't help. 

Knowing it would be safer, I reached for the wall, looking to switch the lights on. When I finally succeeded, I let out a deep sigh.

 It was a two story house but smaller than mine. Instead of what I expected, it wasn't messy and it looked exactly like somewhere Brody would live.