What is Written

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

A vibration coming from my front pocket wakes me. I haven't noticed that I had fallen asleep. Scarletts head still rests on my shoulder. She is still asleep.

I gently reach for my phone, trying not to wake her. I do, though. She lifts her head from my shoulder, rubs her eyes and blinks herself awake.

"We fell asleep?" She asks in confusion.

"I know, right." I agree as I slide my phone out of my pocket. The bright screen hurts my eyes as I read all the notifications blowing up my phone. All text messages and calls from Gunner and Ryder. Fuck.

"We have to go." I tell her, and stand from the bench after sliding my phone back in my pocket.

"Why? Whats wrong?" She follows me as I walk back to my car.

"My friends are angry that I left. I have to go back." i explain.

Normally I wouldn't even think about going back, but something about Scarlett being here with me sort of makes me want to do the right thing. I know she would probably want me to, too. She's probably letting out a sigh of relief in her head right now.

She gets into my car with me and I quickly pull out of the spot and head towards the house. I'm not fully prepared for the shit show that is about to happen, but I'll get over it eventually. It is my fault I left them there, but it's not like they're anything special to me. They're shit friends. Shit people, actually. I don't think the word 'friend' exists in their vocabulary. If they were somewhat decent people, I wouldn't have left, but Gunner fucks me over more then he gets wasted every weekend.

After what feels like two seconds, we pull up on the side of the road across the street from the house. It doesn't look like the party died down at all, so I wonder why they needed me to pick them up so urgently. I tell Scarlett to wait in the car as I leave to go inside. She doesn't need to be around all of this bullshit. I especially don't want her opinion of me to change.

I swing the door open to reveal a massive crowd gathered in the living room. Everybody is circled around, but I can't quite see what they're all focused on. I quickly make my way down the short hallway and push passed a few people to get a better view.

Gunner is in the center, tackling some guy who I have never seen before. Everybody is chanting them on as they throw each other around the living room, breaking vases and falling on tables. They're fists hit each others faces at least five times within a few seconds. My blood immediately boils, he is such a fucking dumbass. Half of me is amused he is getting his ass kicked, and the other is still pissed off I had to even come back here.

After about ten more punches straight in the face, I decided I have has enough of this. I push passed the crowd circled around them and I step into the ring. With one hand, I grab Gunners shirt, and the with the other, I grab the other douche's shirt. Both of them look at me angrily, but I don't give a fuck.

"What the fuck is going on?" I yell at them.

"Let go of me, Hayden." Gunner threatens, but I ignore it.

"I asked you what the fuck is going on." I repeat myself. All of this bullshit needs to stop . We're not in high school anymore, and they need to stop fucking acting like it. It's just another reminder of why i don't associate myself with them anymore.

"Forget it," he shoves me off of him and angrily stomps away.

I look at the other asshole who was fighting with him, and I notice his mouth is bleeding and his left eye is now black. Though i don't like Gunner, or this situation, for that part, I'm kind of amused with what he did. He starts to follow Gunner, but I slide to my right to block him from starting any more bullshit.

"Move." He spits in my face.

"Leave him alone." I order. His face expression only gets angrier.

"Move, or i'll bust you, just like I did him." He threatens, but I only chuckle. They're immaturity really amuses me.

About half the people in the rooms attention is eyed on us. I feel no tension, no pressure, nothing, though. I've been in countless fights and arguments to the point where they simply don't faze me anymore. This is nothing. Just immature bullshit that I unfortunately used to find exciting, but now, just annoying.

"Hayden?" a female voice breaks me out of my thoughts. "What's going on?"

I turn around to see Scarlett standing in the living room behind me, eyeing my hand on the douchebags arm. Fuck, what the fuck is she doing in here?

"I told you to wait in the car." I say under my breath, hoping only she can hear me. Evidently not, because everyone in the damn living room is listening. Nosey pieces of shit.

"I know, but Gunner came out with blood on his face, and I got worried about you." She looks scared, frightened, even. I feel bad, this is exactly why I didn't want her to come inside. I knew there would be a shit show, and i didn't want her to see it.

"Isn't that cute," The asshole sarcastically remarks with a slick grin on his face. I suddenly have the urge to smack it off. "Is that your little girlfriend?" He adds.

"No, now shut the fuck up before I finish what should have been." I am now threatening him. i didn't want to sink to they're levels, but this guy really fucking deserves to get his ass kicked. Gunner did a nice number on his face, though. He might need stitches next to his eye and his nose looks broken.

"Good to know. Maybe I can have her." His words boil my blood. He's looking at her with the creepiest smirk i've ever seen. I look at Scarlett, and her eyes are wide with fear. Without thinking or hesitating, I swing my arm and my knuckles bust his face, causing him to fall to the floor.

"Let's go," I say to Scarlett and gently grab her arm to follow me. She hurry's behind me, not leaving more then a foot between us the whole way back to my car.

"What the hell was that?" she says as we step outside.

"Nothing, don't worry about it," I tell her.

"No, I want to know." She stops walking. "Why did you punch him, and why did Gunner have blood all over his face?"

This girl needs to know everything. I want to save her the details, but the expression on her face shows she won't follow me until she gets her answers.

I sigh. "Gunner got into a fight with him and I broke it up."

"Why?" she presses.

"I don't know," I shrug. "I walked in and they were already fighting. Now let's go." I turn to walk. She doesn't follow.

"Are you coming or what?" I ask. She crosses her arms.

"You didn't tell me why you punched him." she presses again.

I take a few steps toward her, our faces only inches apart. I can feel her breath hot on my face, and her blue eyes pierce into mine. "I don't like the way he was talking about you. Now let's go."

I swear for a second I think that she leans in closer. I turn away, though, and after a few seconds I hear her footsteps follow behind me.