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Back At It Again

The only memory Bethany had of Brandon was that he was the one who outed her for hooking up with Jason. She didn't even know Jason had a brother until he was standing there in English class pointing at her and calling her a slut. That word had been used on her before, and it was sure as hell gonna be used on her for years to come.

But at this moment, Brandon was looking in her eyes and had his hand around her wrist. Bethany did not know what to do, so she went with the obvious; listen to the Preppy White Boy and be a pushover to his wishes.

"Hey, Brandon..." Bethany said this a little quieter than she expected. "What?" This conversation was getting more awkward as it continued, and was one of the weirdest things she'd ever done. It was as if Maddy had turned up the insolent music just to make Bethany's life worse. She shook her head and Brandon, which made him guide her to his room.

When she entered his room, it wasn't like anything she'd ever seen before or anything she expected. Art lined the walls and it was like a modern Picasso's room. Bethany had always expected Brandon to be just another Preppy White Boy, but now that she thought about it, he really wasn't. He wasn't on the baseball team and he didn't drive a big asshole truck or Jeep. He actually hung with the nerds, or no one at all. Maybe the whole him calling her a slut thing was just a ploy for friends, she'd certainly been in that position before.

"Did you do all this art?" Even though the situation was increasingly odd, this was the first stupid question that Bethany decided to ask.

"Uh, yeah." Brandon's response was possibly even more uncomfortable. If you really thought about it, they were just two nerds in a nerdy room while a party of cool people went on outside. "I didn't think you'd notice..."

"Didn't think I'd notice? Buddy, art is all over this room."
"Do you think it's good?"  Brandon stepped closer to her. Was it just Bethany, or was this whole conversation getting weirder by the minute. "Yeah. I mean not that I'm an art critic or whatever, but I'd buy your shit if I was." Bethany had hooked up with Brandon's older brother a few months ago, was it now time for her to hook up with Brandon? No. That is definitely not where her brain should be going right now. She hadn't even thought him in a vaguely sexual way until about three seconds ago. In fact, she hadn't even thought about him at all.

"Why'd you grab me in the hallway?"

"I just thought maybe you were the only other normal person here. Well, weirdo actually. The people out there are the normal ones. And we're just stuck along for the ride wishing college could happen sooner and- sorry, I'm assuming things about you that I really shouldn't."

"No, go on. What type of person do you think I am? A slut?"

"I'm sorry, Beth. I just called you that because that's what everyone else was saying and well my social skills aren't quite good enough to just gossip like everyone else I had to go and say it to your face."

"Don't worry. My social skills aren't the greatest either. I bumped into Jason in the hallway and accidentally apologized for sitting on his face."

Brandon laughed after Bethany said this, and he sat on his bed. She looked at him for a bit, then realized that was maybe the weirdest thing she could be doing at this exact moment. So she walked around the room and admired his art, which was also weird for her to do, but the best alternative. He really was good. His stuff was a mix between abstract and realism, is that even was a thing.

Then she laid down on the bed with him, not touching but in his vicinity. Their family was not poor, so the bed was pretty big. Brandon had his eyes closed, so Bethany closed hers too. As she lay on this strange boy's bed in the house of a guy who mere months ago she sat on his face, she thought she could see the stars. Bethany was floating through the air and thinking about how in awhile she'll be a full blown adult with an adult job and her pesky high school stories will be of no use to her. Even in a couple of years, all this shit would be meaningless.

So why care? Why try to be popular and liked by the assholes and bitches who are fending for their lives as much as you? Why try to have sex with the hot people and not be friends with the nerds? Spontaneity was looking like a hell of a lot of a better choice for a high school career, and Bethany was starting to regret how she had ever thought otherwise.

"I'm imagining that I can hear your thoughts." Brandon had not moved an inch or breathed in any air, but he managed to say this. He was a mysterious creature, probably far more complex than any of those popular douchebags out there. He was weird and crazy and a little on the nose. Bethany hadn't decided whether she would forgive him for calling her a slut, but she has decided that there was something about him that she liked.

"Can you? Hear my thoughts?" She asked, almost hoping he would say yes. "I wish." Brandon then got up, and pulled out a record player from under his bed with a huge collection of records. Bethany lamented that he must be one of those bitch boys who pine after edgy $180 records and swear the sound is more authentic. She'd never seen a record player in real life besides at the stores, so she only knew stereotypes of people who would own them.

Bethany had no clue what he decided to put on, but it was some funky thing that made her want to get up. He sat there, with his back against the wall and one of his hands in his tousled red hair. And Bethany thought about how in every romance novel the writer always referred to the boys hair as being 'tousled' and why that was, because tousled isn't a particularly attractive thing; and it really just depends on how they're doing it, and describing something as 'tousled' isn't really describing anything at all.

But her train of thought about stupid boys and their stupid tousled hair was interrupted by none other than Jason opening his brother's door. A very clearly drunk Jason made his
way over to Bethany, who was now sitting upright on Brandon's bed, and put his arm around her. "Hey, Brandon, did ya fuck her?" Jason thought this was terribly hilarious because he broke out into laughter. Brandon just shut his eyes, and let the music consume him.

Jason led Bethany out of the room, and back to the living room, where almost everyone had left except for a few hot baseball boys that Bethany didn't quite know the names of. One of them mumbled something about how Mandy ditched them for a college party.

"My lady." Jason said as he handed Bethany a red solo cup full of a liquid she only identified as being hard liquor when she took a swig and was taken aback. This was certainly not the first time Bethany had dipped her tongue in a vase of illegal liquid, but she'd never been drunk. She didn't intend to get drunk tonight either.

Then she thought back to her 'fuck it' philosophy, and downed the rest of what she assumed to be vodka and tequila mixed together. Goes to say, it was not very pleasant. Jason also thought this occurrence was pretty funny, because he started laughing while he refilled Bethany's cup with the vile juice.

~to be continued~

(which boy, if any, will Bethany go for? Who knows? I mean, I kinda do because I've got it all planned out in my head for the most part. But that's no fun, so guess away. Or don't, I'm not your fucking mother. Anyways, hope you enjoyed another part of Bethany's hectic life.)