Raining on the Bad Boy

A Series of Unfortunate Events

#1 draft published 6/8/16

^this picture has very little relevance except it's the way I expect Warren to look when he comes out of his house, and who doesn't want to look at Ian Somerhalder's sexy face?^

I've also got over 50 reads which isn't a lot but still means the world to me so thanks to anyone who is taking the time to read! ❤️

Beatrice's POV

Dustin is nice. He's surprisingly nice considering he hangs out with Warren. He is very sweet looking with blond scruffy hair and azure blue eyes; obviously he's not as God-like as Warren but he's cute. He also seems to actually care about my personality too which is a first.

I'm currently at home listening to Panic! At the Disco while half-heartedly attempting to complete homework.

Thinking back on today I got a lot more attention because of my little accidental stunt with Alissa. I'll try not to make a habit of that.

When the door knocks I know it's my mother because there's no one else in the house so I actually try to make it look like I'm doing work rather than just flicking my legs like a maniac to the music.

"Hey Sweetie, I've got a late shift at the office tonight. Will's going to a friend's house and I'd rather not have you here alone, can you go to Becca's or something Bea?" I nod and give her a enthusiastic smile, she comes and smoothes my hair while planting a light kiss on my forehead.

"Oh and Bea?" She says walking out.
"Yeah?" I hum not looking up at her, still pretending to be absorbed in my work.
"There's nothing on your paper." She says bluntly before walking out chuckling. Shit.

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"I'm going to Rebecca's, Willy. Where do you need a ride to?" I say pulling on my converse.
"Oh, I'm going to Jason's." He grumbles walking in from the kitchen.

Jason? Who's Jason? Oh shit. I groan loudly and burry my head in my hands. That's Warren's brother.
"Oh shut up, you socially-challenged weirdo." He chuckles ruffling my hair.

Great. So I guess we're going to Warren's house. Let's try and keep this short and sweet.

We pull in and I rapidly say, "Kaybyehavefuntextmetomorrowhenyouneedtobepickedup!" And literally shove Will put of the car.

He rings the doorbell and I'm about to drive off when he shouts,
"Wait I left my jacket in the car! Bring it here!" I run to give it to him after heaving a sigh and then I try to race back to the car before the door opens but to no avail.

Fortunately it's the older, slightly taller version of Warren, Jason. I sigh in relief and begin to walk back after I say my goodbyes and the door closes behind them. But as I walk I hear some thing that stops me in my tracks.

From around the back of the house I heard muffled yelling. It was a deep voice, no doubt a man, and it was so enraged that I was too worried to move.

Suddenly the voice became clearer as a door opened around the back.
"You will never live up to him! You cannot compare!" The voice booms. But then suddenly a familiar voice interrupts at an almost equivocal volume.
"What if I don't want to be him?!" And the door slams and the shouting becomes muffled once more.

I hear the sounds of the autumn leaves crunch under someone's foot and my brain is shouting at me to move but I'm too shocked to do anything but stand.

And I am still standing in that same position when Warren's lean figure emerges from the shadow of the house. His fists are clenched and his hair is tousled as if he had been pulling at it. When I look at his face, he still has not seen me, he is looking to the floor in anguish but his eyes are red and puffy.