The Player in Him

Chapter 28: Fights and Flights (Part 2)

(Edited 7/20/18)
     Making his way over to me, pushing past the crowd, he moves Kait out of the way and grabs me just before I fall and everything turns dark.
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~Liam's P.O.V~

Shit.

Fuck.

...

Carrying her passed out body in my arms bridal style, is a challenge more or less when our parents are home. Yes, I call this place home, even though I can afford my own house.

     If you want to be technical, I practically own this house too, since I pay most of the damn rent. She's short enough for me to be able to hold her bridal style with one arm, so I hold her while unlocking the door and stepping in.

     Of course, I get two sets of eyes on me, but in all honesty, I'm used to it. Girls gawk and stare at me every day, all day.

     I can't lie to you and say that I've gone through this massive change from geek to a brooding bad boy or whatever the fuck these girls see in movies and shit.

     I've always been an attractive guy in people's eyes and I've always had some kind of build to my body. High school hit and I just got stronger while playing football.

     Not the point. It gets pretty difficult coming up with lies on how the hell she passed out. Especially since I don't even know why she passed out this time.

     I just remember getting out of the ring and she looked at me, then her knees buckled. So I fucking sprinted. I was already a little fatigued and I still am, but I'd fucking run across the globe for her ass. Twice.

     Not really feeling like talking to my dad or her mom, I lock the door and make my way upstairs. Well, until they decided to speak.

     "We're leaving."

Awesome.

     I didn't even bother to turn around as I continued up the stairs. "Well, you know where the exit is."

     I'm praying to God their flight runs into a thunderstorm.

I carry her up into her room and I place her now cold body on her bed, grabbing a blanket.

     I was about to put it on her, but I know she hardly ever sleeps on her bed before she takes a shower, so I settle on at least changing her clothes.

Why am I even thinking about this?

Yes, I've admitted I have feelings for the girl, but trust me when I tell you they are small. I told her because I'm pretty blunt about what I feel...sometimes.

I know that whatever this shit is in my body has to go. I'm not the one to settle down and I told her that. Plus, our parents are together.

Fuck. I cringe thinking about it. Jasmine's mom is okay. I like her because she can cook great as hell. If only her job didn't keep her out so late, maybe she'd cook more.