24, Shawn

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I enter the party with Mauricio and Madeline. It's been a long two weeks with them, after everything was paid, I finally get to come back. I get away from them as quickly as possible when I hear words I usually hate to hear.

"BITCH FIGHT!" Everyone runs to the kitchen. I sigh and shove through the crowd to stop whoever the fuck is fighting. My breath hitches when I see Brianna banging Maria's head on the ground.

What the fuck did I miss?

I run to Brianna and gently rip her off of Maria, she manages to get some kicks in. She punches my arms.

"Shawn let her go," Brooke says, tears in her eyes. Brianna calms down, I squeeze her tighter, lifting her off the ground.

"No, I'm not putting her down. Are you fucking insane?" I yell, the music still blaring from the other room. Brooke gets a worried look on her face.

"Her collarbones bleeding and her cheeks turning red," Brook says, putting a hand on her cheek. She tenses under her touch. I put her down and grab her hand. I look at Maria who's just staring at me, her nostrils are flared. She giggles as I pull her roughly through the crowd. Brooklyn follows.

"Where the hell have you been?" Brooklyn yells at me when I close the bathroom door. Her cheeks are stained red and her eyes are bloodshot.

What's the point in lying to my best friend?

I lead Brianna to the bathtub so she can sit down on the edge, I hold her waist so she won't fall. When she's settled I turn to Brooke.

"I was," I sigh, "I was with Maddie," I admit and Brooke's face loses color.

"What?" She croaks.

"I had to finalize the payments," I say, hanging my head down. I look at Brianna and she begins to cry. I bend down to look at her, "you okay?" I ask and she nods, before holding her head in her hands.

"Maria," she mutters and Brooke sits next to her, I put my hands on her thighs, "she was just saying the wrong things. A-and I just got in a fight. And my birthday is in like fifteen days and like, my mom's not even coming to see me. And my dad hasn't even called me!" She sobs and I look at Brook.

"I'll tell you later." She mouths and I nod. Brooke looks confused.

"We can talk all about this, just as soon as I fix you up, okay?" I ask to Brianna's drunken self. She nods and lifts her head. I sigh when I see Brianna's face red with sorrow, "can I see this?" I ask, pointing to Bri's rubberband. She nods, I pull it off her wrist and loosely tie her hair back.

Brooke watches how gentle I am with her, she looks stunned. I don't even know why I'm being like this.

I go search for peroxide and Band-Aids in the cabinet and find them with ease.

"It's gonna sting a little, okay?" I tell Brianna and she bites her lip, squeezing Brooke's hand. I grab the toilet paper and drench peroxide on it. I place it on Brianna's collarbone and she winces. Hot tears roll down her flaming red cheeks. One side is becoming swollen.

"I'm sorry," I whisper to her and she sighs. I wipe the cut-down and place a band-aid on it, "you wanna go lay down?" I ask her, wanting to get a chance to talk to Brooke. She nods, I wipe her tears and grab her hand.

"I'll be right back, stay here," I tell Brooke, she looks really confused but nods.

I open the door and look out to see if anyone will see me and Brianna. I quickly walk to my door and grab my keys from my pockets. I manage to open the door and help Brianna inside.

I close and lock the door so no one can come in. Brianna stumbles inside. I'm surprised the adrenaline didn't knock out the alcohol.

"You alright?" I ask Brianna and she just stares at me, she chuckles drunkenly. I get a weird feeling in my gut when I'm around her. It's so nostalgic, but I have no clue what.

"I'm okay." She whispers, "where were you?" She pouts. I stuff my hands in my pockets and balance on my heels.

"I was with my sister." I lie and her face lights up.

"The pretty one? I saw pictures," she hiccups, "in your house." I smile at her and nod my head.

"Yeah, that's Aaliyah." I smile, missing my sister.

"You two look alike."

"Are you calling me pretty?" I ask teasingly.

"Well duh, have you seen yourself?" She rolls her eyes at me, staring at me like I'm stupid. I tense before realizing she's drunk.

"Really?" I chuckle and she nods, "do you want to go back to your dorm?" I ask and she looks around before laughing.

"I thought this was my dorm." She giggles, bending down from laughter. I laugh at her ignorance.

"I think you'll just have to stay here until tomorrow." I laugh and she nods, "I'll give you some clothes okay?" She nods again.

I begin to search around for clothes. I find some basketball shorts she can wear and a sweatshirt. I hand them to her and she stumbles a little bit, making her giggle some more.

"Lift your arms," I demand, getting a bit impatient with the drunk girl.

"Okay." She says mimicking me. She lifts her arms, I pull off her shirt, leaving her in her bra. I examine her body knowing this probably won't happen again, "you're a perv." She laughs, shoving me slightly.

I get that weird feeling again, it gets more intensified every time we're near each other. It makes me wanna just put her in my pocket or something.

"Just lift your arms." I roll my eyes and she groans, lifting her arms again. I slide the sweatshirt over her. It makes her look even smaller.

"Do you want me to help you take off your pants, or do you want me to just leave?" I ask and she just shrugs with a smirk on her face.

"I mean, it's nothing you haven't seen before." She snickers and I chuckle at her drunken confidence.

I pull down her pants revealing her lace underwear and perfectly thick thighs. I gulp and slide the pants off her legs. I tap her legs to step out of them. When I do, I slide the shorts on. After she's dressed I fold her clothes and put them on a chair. I interlace my hands with Brianna and take her to my bed, one that no one but me has slept in.

"Here," I remove the cover so she can lay down, when she does I cover her body with them, "I'll be back." I say and she nods lazily. I turn on the lamp and turn off the light. I look at her one more time before stepping out.





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