It's A Complicated Story

05| Chapter Five

(Phoebe Halliday above)

It's going to be a hell long night.

Pushing away the grinding teenagers, I somehow managed to reach Malcolms'room with Mel.
Damn, that girl managed to escape my tight grip and run away, not just once but twice. I caught her  almost taking off her tank top. This girl manages to scare the shit out of me, and believe me, I am afraid of only a few things.

"Wait here" I instructed Mel as I digged my hands deep into my pockets to take out Malcolm's room's keys. He gave me, Mel and Zach a copy of his room so that we could enter his room anytime, since he keeps his room locked all the time.

"I said WAIT" I told Mel again who started to walk towards the drinks kept at the table.

"I wanna drink" she mumbled.

"No more drinks Mel, you have had enough for today." I told her and she pouted.

"You are no fun Grandma" she said and I couldn't help but snicker.

This girl, is something else for sure.

Here, found the keys.

I grabbed the doorknob to insert the keys into the lock only to find the door unlocked.

Way to go Phoebe. But as far as I remember Malcolm never forgets to lock his room.

I opened the door slowly only to find Alistair in Malcolm's room, touching his perfume collection.

Well...she shouldn't be touching them, there are three things that pisses Malcolm more than anything. And one of them happens to be touching his perfume collection. I guess I should warn her before Malcolm comes in.

"Umm... Alistair" I called her and she turned around. Her bloodshot eyes pierced down into my amber ones, sending chills deep down my spine.

"What?" She snapped.

"You shouldn't be touching that" I said.

"Touching what?" She said, sounding pissed.

"His perfume collection" I replied calmly. Alistair and I don't share the best history of friendship, well we were never even friends...both of us just did a good job at pissing each other.

"You are no boss of me," she said and turned around.

Here I was, trying to help her and she thinks I am bossing around? How naive.

"Fine" I grumbled and went straight towards the wardrobe. I opened it quietly but Alistair's gaze was burning a hole into my skull.

Looks like someone is going to get murdered tonight.

"Hey Bee, I am feeling tired" Mel mumbled as she rubbed her bloodshot eyes.

I took her by her hand. "Here" I said as I helped her lay down on Malcolm's bed, "take rest" I told her, as I pulled the comforter up and tucked it.

"Good night Bee" she said.

"Goodnight Mel" I said before placing a small kiss on her forehead.

She looks cute while she's asleep and not stabbing pineapples.

Fuck!!! I totally forgot about Zach.

I quickly looked into Malcolm's wardrobe.

Black shirt, black t-shirts, black hoodies...Why is there so much black in here? Ah! Found it, finally, a white t-shirt.
Wait, he really do own a pair of wonder woman's underpants.

Just then I heard the door slammed from behind.

"What are you doing here?" Malcolm growled.

Looks like someone is in deep trouble.

"I..." I began to explain myself but he stopped me.

"No you Bee," he said, "her" he said pointing towards Alistair.

Oh! I totally forgot that she was here.

"I am here because I am your girlfriend" she said in a 'matter of fact' tone but Malcolm was still not convinced.

Remember I told you that three things pisses Malcolm more than anything, well...one of them is being in his room without his permission.

"No one is allowed in here without my permission" he growled and barked. Wait did he in just barked for real???

I moved a bit and saw a small figure snuggling inside Malcolm's hoodie's pocket. Bob.

"If it's like that then why is she here?" She asked pointing her claws (she happens to have really long nails) towards me.

"Because she, Zach and Mel are always welcomed here" he said and Alistair's face turned beetroot red in embarrassment, humiliation and anger.

Before anyone could say something she stormed out of the room.

"Are you okay Malcolm?" I asked a bit worried. He wasn't his usual self today.

"Yeah...I am just a bit pissed because some motherfucker threw Bob into the pool" he said and ran his hands through his jet black hair.

Melissa what the hell have you done?

"Umm... Malcolm?" I asked.

"Yeah, what Bee?" He said.

"I just wanted to ask you something but first I need to deliver these clothes to Zach" I told him and he raised his eyebrows as if asking what happened to Zach's clothes.

"Mel barfed on them" I told him and he chuckled.

"Okay, I will be here with Mel" he said and I left the room.

He better not do something stupid or I will cut his dick and sew it on his head.

Well I guess he isn't that stupid.
Who the hell am I kidding?
That's Malcolm, the person in front of which even the IQ of Rahul Gandhi would be 160.

I rushed through the crowd of drunken teenagers grinding each other along with the blasting music searching for Zach. Then I saw Lucas, talking to some brunette; Alistair; wait, were they laughing? At least someone is having a good time.

Maybe Zach is in the restroom on the first floor because I caught him making out with Audrey like a million times there.
But still....I don't wanna take a chance to rush into some teenager making out or having sex, or even worse...like rushing into some guy peeing and shouting 'let it go, let it go, can't hold it back anymore'.
Believe me...it is one of the worst things you can see... I couldn't wipe the memory of rushing into Dave who was high as hell and was singing 'let it go' while he held his 'little friend'.

Anyways, I rushed inside the restroom on the first floor and regretted it on the very moment. Why? Well...no one wants to see a blow job getting done especially when Jacqueline is giving it. Oh my fucking poor virgin eyes. Can someone hand me over a tank of bleach? I seriously want to bleach my eyes.
Anyone?

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Hey readers, young and old, big and small, white and black.
Hope you like this chapter.
I know... finally...
Please point out the typos and grammatical error, I will be more than grateful for it.
Anyways. Thank you for your precious time.
Oh and there will be filler in b/w about my friend, Asmita.
She wanted me to do this so badly.
So here we are...with....
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#idhar_aa (#come_here)