Bully, turned best friend, turned lover?! - A Greg Jenko Love Story

FIGHT!

When the party was in full swing, the boys (Brad, Delroy, Zack, and Roman) and I, put our plan into action. Brad was obsessed with the idea of monitoring Eric's calls, but I went along with it with the logic that if he calls the supplier, then we'll have a lead. So far, it had been agreed that Brad would pretend that the other guys had pushed him and he would fall into Eric, grab his phone, then they would all beat it upstairs. However, I still failed to see how I was involved but, upon bringing it up, Brad said that I would simply have to apologise for their behaviour like the annoyed sister that I would be, say I would give them all a stern talking to, then make a dash for it up the stairs to Doug's room with them.

I nodded in approval and right on cue, Eric walked in.... an hour late. Youd think that seeing as he'd had me call him, he'd at least have bothered to show up on time, but no!

Doug rushed up to them, greeting Eric and co. with hugs and bad jokes. We let them talk for a few moments before putting our plan into action.

"Oh no," Zach gasped theatrically under his breath, as he 'fell' into Brad.

Brad went tumbling into Eric, almost knocking him down, and the guys made a dash for it upstairs.

"I am so sorry," Brad apologised, rambling on a bit then grabbing Eric's phone from his pocket and saying that he would go upstairs and 'sort them out', before he sprinted off, taking the stairs two at a time.

"Eric, I am so sorry," I gushed, going up to them, "I really don't know what's wrong with them. I think they've maybe had too much to drink already, but I'll just go upstairs, and talk to them."

I hadn't left anyone any edgeway to get a word in before I belted off, considerably well, I felt, in my heels.

"Wait!" cried Eric.

I turned sideways on the stairs so I could see him better. I raised an eyebrow in question.

"You look stunning," he winked, flashing me that million dollar smile.

I gave him a nervous smile back before muttering my thanks and dashing up the rest of the stairs, only to bump into Brad... again!

"You're meant to be in there!" I exclaimed, pointing to his bedroom.

"I wondered what was taking you so long," he said, "And now I know..."

"Know what?"

"That you were taking so long because you were being showered with compliments," he muttered bitterly.

"Okay so firstly," I reasoned, exasperated, "One compliment is not showering me with them, and secondly, I haven't forgotten that you were the first to compliment how I look this evening," I winked, before heading into Doug's room.

Walking into the room, I could tell that Delroy and Roman were already hammered, and that Zack was tipsy. Zach was on the computer downloading the spyware to the memory card of Eric's phone and the other two were laughing on the floor. Brad got straight down to business and started interrogating them about their drunken state.

"Hey can we get some bitches up here?" asked Zack, as he waited for the spyware to load, "Because right now it's just guys and-"

"No, you cannot get any bitches up here," Brad refused, and then I noticed that Roman started eyeing me up when the word 'bitches' was said, and he did that appreciative nod again.

"Not gonna happen, sonny boy!" I refused when he went to get up form his seat on the floor, and he sunk back down again.

Then I heard voices on the landing, and turned to Brad in horror when we recognised them.

"And this is my parents' bedroom," Doug was saying, and then they all started screaming in disgust, and Doug went on to say, "And that is the grossest three-way ever."

"What if they come in here?" I asked Brad, panicking.

"No, he wouldn't," said Brad.

"Well he's taken them on a tour of the rest of the fucking house so why not this room? Who gives people a tour of the house anyway?" I asked, exasperated.

"Kate, look, calm down. Everything is gonna be fine."

"We gotta bounce," said Eric from outside, "You know how it is, right?"

"Yeah, yeah," Doug replied and they began making their way back down the stairs.

"Now or never guys," I warned, but Zack said that it was still extracting.

"It's a bust!" Brad cried, putting his hands on the back of his head in frustration, and pacing round.

I put my hand on his shoulder reassuringly, and snapped, "Zack!"

"Sorry!" he screamed back, "Jesus!"

Then we heard silence downstairs, and Brad and I looked to each other uncertainly.

"Stay," we warned the other three, stepping out on to the landing and descending the stairs quietly, so as not to make ourselves noticed.

Doug was mouthing off to this guy who wasn't even from our school about how he shouldn't mess with Doug's 'crew'. My heart sank. One; Doug had officially ditched us, and I could see Brad deflate too. Two; this guy looked bad, as in he could beat Doug to a pulp bad, and I didn't see this ending well for Doug.

"You want real? I'll show you real," said the guy before punching Doug in the face.

"Go. Go!" Brad said, as we dahsed the rest of the way down the stairs and to the scene of the fight.

As one of the guys was about to hit Doug, I jumped on their back, and started hitting them with an empty bowl on the head. I could feel Eric looking at me but was too focused to care right now. Pushing the guy to the floor, I turned around and hit another in the face before running over to the sofa. Doug was sprawled across it with one of the guys on top of him, punching him while Doug told him to 'use his words'. Yeah... fat chance, Doug! Then Doug kneed him in the balls, and I pulled the guy off and hurled him onto the floor, I turned only to have some guy punch me in the stomach, winding me. 

"Did nobody ever teach you not to hit women?" asked Brad, tackling the guy to the ground.

I looked to see Doug wrestling with someone by the mantlepiece, and went to intervene the guy advancing upon them both. I grabbed the stainless steel plater that had been out, and slammed it in the guys face, knocking him to the ground. I looked to see that Brad had made his guy run for the hills, along with quite a few others, and as mine did the same, the only one left was the guy wrestling Doug.

"Fuck it!" yelled Doug, bringing Mom's favourite vase down on the guys head, and knocking him down.

Then everyone started cheering, but I realised that Doug had been stabbed. I dashed over to him, and told him, making him look back.

"When did I get stabbed?" he asked.

"We gotta get it out, Doug," I said, and he agreed.

I told him to sit down while I grabbed some alcohol from the kicthen pantry. Along the way, I saw Brad slip the newly hacked phone back into Eric's pocket without anyone noticing, and he gave me the thumbs up. Going back to the living room, I grabbed the first aid kit too, and began my nursing.

I threw some of the alcohol over the wound, giving Doug a pillow to bite down on, and then slipping some of those first aid gloves on. I whispered my apologies before grabbing the hilt of the knife and yanking it out of Doug's back. I heard some 'oooo's but continued anyway, throwing more vodka on the wound. From there I put plenty of gauze on his back with some of that cream to cool down the wound before taping the gauze to his back and roling his shirt back down, snapping my gloves off, expertly scoring a three pointer with them in the bin, and slamming the first aid kit shut in triumph.

Everyone cheered, and I couldn't help but smile, but then we heard a car door slam.

"Police?" someone asked, but Doug, Brad and I shook our heads as we heard, to our horror, our Mom's voice.

"Parents!" we cried unanimously and as if on cue, Mom and Dad opened the door to find a whole house of high-schoolers.

"Get out!" Mom screamed frighteningly, and everyone did, not looking back.