The Jerk Next Door

Chapter 7: Mix Feelings And Drinks

Pic of Nichole

Asher

Honestly, I don't want to be here. I'd much rather just go hang out with some of my real friends. Or be in bed watching Attack on Titans. (Yes I'm into anime. Just don't judge or tell.) But this is Maksie's first party, and she's all alone. Plus the only reason Russ is throwing it was to have something to talk to her about. Though I'm sure he would've found another excuse.

Maksie might have grown up a bit and can protect herself, but she's still gullible. Meaning she could get spiked, and if I remember correctly, she hates alcohol. And I doubt that has changed.

In fact the more I see of her, the more I notice. Yeah, she looks more mature, but she's still the same nerdy goof from elementary grade. I can see her comics and other books through the window. I know that even though she hates showing it, she still has stuffed animals on her bed. Plus she still dances around her room when she thinks no one can see. So all in all, she is still the same super girl Maksie Swift.

And right now she is at a high school party with alcohol, drugs, and fuckboys.

Now, don't start thinking that I'm worried about her, I just don't want her dad to blame me for her getting knocked up since I'm the one who promised to watch over her. She doesn't know it, but her old man took me into his office to ask me to look after her. He said that she's been through a lot these past few months. And that it would be okay for her to have a drink or two just to let off some steam. But he even offered to pay me to make sure she stays safe. Of course I declined the offer saying that she was a friend and that I already planned on taking care of her. But of course that was to get on his good side. Now I'm curious about what happened that would trouble the great Maksie.

"Yo Ash!" My intoxicated friend popped up. Crash was always the first to get wasted. He always ends up with some chick and one hella bad hangover, but he never complains. He just eats soup and sleeps until the next party.

"Hey Crash. How's it going buddy?" I ask while he tries to regain his balance using my arm.

"I'm good, man. I'm- I'm gonna go make out with that girl." He pointed to Maksie who stood in the corner looking rather uncomfortable.

"Uh, no, not her. She's a biter." I try to move him away from her and into the kitchen. I remember him saying something about how this one chick bit his dick and ever since he freaks out when girls bite or something like that. I guess that was true because the next second I see him  shudder at the thought and walks with me.

"Oh, thanks man. You're such a good friend. But how do you know?" He slurred.

"My secrets stay with me."

He just smirked before heading over to some blonde girl who gladly started to make out with him.

I then make my way back to Maksie when I feel nails wrapping around my bicep. "Ashy."

Oh hell.

"Hey Nichole."

"I didn't think you'd show up." She said batting her eyelashes while squishing her breast against my poor arm. Her button down plaid shirt was unbuttoned at the top so you could get a view of her small chest.

Plaid looks better on Maksie.

Oh my god. Why did I just think that?

"Nichole, look. We had a thing going." I started.

She hummed while twirling a piece of hair.

"But you see, that thing didn't last, and I want to never go back to it." I said while yanking my arm back. But before I could leave, she pushed me into the wall. Now if I wasn't surprised, it wouldn't have happened. She stood on her tippy toes to get eye level with me.