Six Boys and One "Nerd"

Chapter 32 - Nerds and Stupidity

          

          I wave to Miles as he pulls out of my driveway and heads back to his house. I unlock the front door and hobble inside. Easton sleepily mumbles a "good morning" to me while sitting at the counter munching on toast. I ignore the fact that it's almost noon and he is just now waking up so I head upstairs instead. I settle into my desk chair and power up my computer deciding to start on my homework. 

         I'm about halfway through an English essay when a notification pops up from someone who had sent it out to most of our highschool's students. I click on it causing a video to pop up. I recognize Brantley's house and realize that it's from last night's party. The person taking the video is standing behind the bar pouring drinks until something grabs there attention and they raise the camera to show Miles and I arguing. 

        I gasp and quickly turn up my volume to hear what Miles and I were shouting about. "You think that after all you've put me through I'm gonna trust you so easily? I can handle myself Miles, I've done so for quite a few years now in case you needed to know. Now, why don't you go "save" some other chick and leave me be! Jus...just...fuck off!" I gasp at the realization that I had said that to him. Miles's exterior hardens and he frowns at me. Suddenly I fall to the ground and a few members of the crowd scream. 

         Miles tells them to calm down because I had only blacked out. Then he carefully picks me up bridal style and carries me out the front door. The video ends at that point and I notice the title reads, "Someone had a Little Too Much to Drink."

       I grimace and shut off my computer. I can't believe I had said all that to Miles when he was just trying to get my drunk ass home. My eyes land on the picture sitting on my desk of my dad in his military uniform. I feel my emotions overcome me and a tear slips down my cheek. 'Why do I have to be so stupid?" I ask the picture frame. A small sliver of me wants my dad to be able to answer me but I know that's impossible. 

        I start to cry at the thought of my dad and wonder if he's still alive. I wonder if he's going to be missing in action forever or if one day he'll be there to walk me down the aisle. I hobble over to my bed and begin to sob. I haven't cried in a long time so I let all the welled up emotions pour out onto my pillow. I curl up in Miles's clothes letting his scent wash over me. It seems to calm me down and I feel my eyelids begin to droop. My body relaxes into a tired heap and I drift off to sleep.