The BadAss And The Nerd

Chapter 9- Back Home And Not Alone

Flynn’s POV:

 

“Oh my God, I’m so excited,” Brook says as she jumps in place while we stand by the window next to the front door. I roll my eyes.

 

“Wow, Brookie, I keep forgetting you’re quite the daddy’s girl,” I coo at her, earning a glare. If she can call it that.

 

“That’s not the only reason I’m excited but yes, since unlike you I actually love people, I really want to see my father and on top of that you get to leave,” she claps her hands.

 

This is the first time a girl’s been that happy to see me leave, they all usually want me to stick around. Those thoughts leave my head as the low rumble of an engine approaches and seems to be getting closer by the minute. Brook heads towards the window, moving aside the drape she peers out. She turns back with a smile lighting up her face while she runs to the door.

 

Flinging it open, she launches herself outside and drags her father out before Mr. Hollowel has a chance to come to a complete stop. I’d like to be able to call her a punk or weakling but it’d be wrong because in actuality I envy the relationship they have.

 

“Hello Flynn,” Mr. Hollowel snaps me out of my thoughts with his greeting. I smile and nod in acknowledgment.

“Hey Mr. Hollowel,” I greet while Brook rolls her eyes. It’s like all she knows how to do when I’m around.

“Flynn, I already told you to call me Jake,” he orders.

“You’re right, Jake,” I try the name out on my tongue. It’s so weird to greet him informally because he’s such a great and respected doctor. I guess on top of all of that he’s a great father first.

 

“Well, now that you’re here daddy Jake can leave right?” Brooke asks a little too excitedly if you ask me.

“Why should he?” he looks at her like she just told him the most incredulous thing.

 

“Shouldn’t he get back to his family?” she deadpans.

Ouch, low blow Brookie, low blow.

“Do you have to go back?” Jake turns to face me.

 

“Not really, I could hang a while more,” I shrug, much to Brook’s dismay.

 

Oh, I do enjoy annoying her. It’s so cute when her eyes narrow into a glare, her nose scrunches up when she’s looking at me in hate. When we were younger she couldn't stay mad at me for more than an hour, if that long.  

 

I miss those days, where she’d drench me in mud because I’d spill grape juice on the stupid dress her mom would make her wear. She’d know I did it on purpose and shove me in mud as a thank you because she hated the dress.