Deadly into You

0 : The beginning

Honestly I thought being able to live a normal quiet college life under the disguised as a nerd would be satisfying.

Right now....

Sitting in my dorm room by myself studying about the anatomy of the human  body sucks on a late night friday.. especially when the rest of your peers are out partying and having the best time of their lives.

I used to live for those kind of things.

Now I'm living on Ramen noodles and drowning in thick heavy textbooks.

What a life !

My phone beeps signaling a call, probably my best friend Cam who unlike my sad nerd status is a popular jock.

His face pops up on the screen along with loud booming noise and I'm 100% certain he is drunk off his butt.

"Baileeeeyyy" he slurs proving me right as I sigh and grab my hoodie.

"Can you come get me pleaseee" again I'm his designated driver.

Like always.

I dont mind though. It gives me a chance to get out of this stuffy room and do something interesting even if it involves hauling Cam's drunken ass home.

Randomly shoving my feet into a pair of black sneakers, I lock my room and head out twirling my keys in my hand.

Outside in the parking lot sits my beautiful black Lamborghini which I manage to buy from my income that I earn from my shares in Remington Corp.

The party as usual is at Brody's Mansion which is way out of town.

By the time I arrive which is in ten minutes top, the front yard is littered, the inside is even worse and lots of sweating bodies here and there trying to get it on.

I climb out my car ignoring the looks thrown my way at my sweats, baggy grey hoodie, messy bun and my geeky glasses on as I lock my car and stroll in casually.

Now this is where the real shit happens.

You ever get that feeling that you know your best bud is going to do something really stupid.

Well I do.

I only wished I was wrong!

There in the middle of the dance floor grinding against a very giggling pretty brunette is my buddy Cam.

Let me specify it a bit more.

A very taken pretty brunette named Vero-nica - who's boyfriend Jasper suddenly appears and shoves a very drunken Cam to the ground.

Now I know it's all Cam's stupidity that's at fault here.

But I'm a loyal friend so no way am I letting that jerk bully him in his current state.

As he pulls Cam up by the front of his shirt, I quickly maneuver my way through the crowd in time to rip my pal off his grubby hands.

"Problem?" I ask innocently as I push Cam behind me discreetly away from Jasper's glaring eyes.

"Stay outta this shortcake" Jasper growls out catching everyone's attention and cutting the music off.

If there's one thing I hate - its definitely being called 'shortcake'.

"Jasssiee " I tut as Cam clings to my back like an over sized Koala that I so desperately want to shove down a staircase.

"Violence will not solve anything. Look... Cam is soo drunk he can't tell his right from left" I say softly and matter factly as I feel Cam behind me nod his head dutifully.

"Let me take him home now and tomorrow when he's sober you can do your worst" this seem to please him but Cam ruins the moment by retching his stomach out on the floor.

Gasps echoes across the room.

This is way worse than being beaten to a pulp by Jasper.

If there's something you never do at a Brody Party - it's to vomit on his beautiful mahogany floor.

Quick as lightening I grab Cam's hand and bolt for the door.

We manage to make it out and to the car in record time.

"I can't believe you just did that!" I screech kicking the idiot's leg.

"Ouch!" He whines and then pouts to apologize but really the sight makes my stomach hurl.

"Ugh .. " I unlock the door to grab a bottle of water and hand towel for him to clean himself with.

"Hurry before someone catches us" I whisper furiously throwing it at him as he walks away being the car to clean himself up.

A group of guys storm outside.  One very handsome but  livid one in the middle accompanied by his equally good looking friends.

The one and only Brody Maxwell.

His eyes trace the yard before settling on me.

I casually lean back on my car feigning a bored expression.

As he stops before me fuming, a bit over dramatic might I add- I take the opportunity to lazily drawl my eyes from his sneakers clad feet to dark Jeans then to his tight olive green vee neck shirt up his chiseled jaw and to those storming forest green eyes.

"Sup Brody" I say causing him to narrow his eyes at me.

We've hardly ever crossed paths - ever .... and thanks to Cam now we are acquainted- oh joy..

"You the chick who soiled my floor?" He says a bit rudely making me press a hand to my chest in fake offense.

"Me? I wouldn't dream of it." I say shaking my head and hoping that Cam stays away for the time being.

He takes a step closer to me making his chest hit my nose which took me off guard.

And the next second he's groaning on the ground with a hand on his right eye.

My hand hardly felt the impact as I massage the knuckles throwing a horrified look at Brody as his friends who also are in shock help pull him to his feet.

"Ohh... my goodness! I am so sorry! You took me off guard and then ... are you okay??" I ask meekly as he throws me a 'what do you think ' look still covering his eye.

As if things couldn't get worse, Cam decides to  show up all clean but with a vomit stain on his front shirt .

Brody's eyes dart to the shirt and then to me . I don't wait for his reaction chossing to escape as I shove Cam in the car and climb in locking the doors.

I switch the engine on and can't help but glance back one last time before flooring the engine and speeding outta there.

The look he had scared me the most.

It was one with a deadly promise.