Belonging to the Bad Boy

Chapter 11

Our school had won the football match. When it happened I had no idea what was going on. I didn't know a single thing about football and when the timer ran down and everyone cheered, whistled and celebrated I simply copied along. Damon whispered in my ear that we had won, making my celebrating more sincere. In the moment there was so much happiness and emotion that everyone was hugging each other. I let go of Damon and turned to continue cheering when Flynn swung his arms around me in a ginormous hug, slightly lifting me off the ground due to the height difference.

I laugh as he puts me down, the excitement still coursing through our bodies, but I look at his face for a little longer. The genuine smile made mine grow more, and he kept the gaze for a short time. Damon pulled me away, giving me another giant hug.

We began to exit the school, groups of friends all walking together and piling into cars. Damon and I walk together beside Flynn and his friends. "Are you guys going to the party?" Flynn's voice was raised to be heard over the loud chatter of his group. Damon and I nod in unison, our arms linked as we walked happily. "How are you getting there?"

"Oh, it's not far so we were going to walk," Damon replied, and I just continued to nod in agreement. It was an approximately twenty minute walk from the school to the house the party was being held at, and as neither of us wanted to drive we had agreed to walk there together.

"Why don't you just hitch a ride with us?" Flynn asked as he and his group began to slow down. There were two old style Jeeps sitting side by side and his friends began to pile into them. "There room for one in each car if you want to," he said, shrugging as he lent against the drives side of the red one. I assumed it was his and looked at Damon.

"Are you sure you don't want to walk like we agreed?" Damon asked, obviously wanting to walk.

"Dude, if someone is offering it's rude to say no," I shrug, smiling deviously at him. I lean in and whisper, "plus I hate exercise."

Damon scoffs in response and rolls his eyes. "Fine," he huffs, giving in. I jump up and clap, thankful that I did not have to walk so far. I didn't mind, but if someone was offering I was so going to take the lazy option. I hop into the passenger seat of Flynn's car while Damon hopped into the bed of the other truck.

"Let's roll then!" Flynn announces, pulling out of the school with the other car following behind.

The music was loud and the large group of guys form both cars were cheering and singing, still reeling from the football win. "I hope you've had fun so far," Flynn speaks, glancing at me before glancing back to the road. I smile and nod. "Not a bad way to spend Saturday night then?"

"I was dreading it to begin with, but I'm glad I came now. It's been so good so far." I answered completely honestly, and this elicited a small laugh from Flynn. My answer seemed to please him, and I'm glad we ended up on good terms considering how I greeted him at the start of the night.

We pull up to a very large house, three stories tall. I stare in wonder for a moment before hopping out of the Jeep, reuniting with Damon and walked in with him and Flynn, everyone else trailing behind. I look around, admiring the interior as much as I had the exterior, my face obviously displaying the awe I felt. "Mi casa, es tu casa." I look up at Flynn and grin, and he mimics this, leading us all to the first floor where everything a party would ever need was set up. There were large speakers in each corner, the open plan kitchen covered in drinks, ice and solo cups, games tables set up all over the place and the large doors open and leading to the huge garden and pool.

People started showing up and the house was quickly filled with people from school, the party in full swing barely half an hour after arriving at the house. I thought it was nice and convenient that I had ended up at a party in someone's house that I had befriended and liked, not someone I hardly knew.

Damon and I had been dancing to the loud music when a girl named Lyndsey made her way over and began dancing with him. Being the good best friend I was I left them to be in each others company, not wanting to told off for getting in his way of 'scoring'. I hated the way he referred to it, but that's just the type of guy he was. Where I had only been with one guy previously, Damon considered himself a player, which fit with his egotistical view of being a 'super hot drum player'. I roll my eyes at the thought, grabbing myself a second cup of beer.

I had no desire to get drunk or to drink super fast, unlike most of the people at the party who were already very drunk and had been drinking before arriving here. "Hey there," Flynn says, sneaking up behind me and poking his head over my shoulder.

I jump a little bit, somehow not spilling any of my drink. I turn and playfully punch his shoulder. "Don't be a weirdo," I whine. "I almost dropped my drink."

He laughs at pats my head. He found out at the game that it was a pet peeve of mine as I was significantly shorter than him. I swat his hand away as he lets out a belly laugh, the happiness very obvious. "Sorry, shorty."

"Nice place, and real nice party," I remark as we begin to walk through the house. We weave between the dancing teens in the lounge, making our way to the back garden.

He grins down at me, stepping to the side to let me out first. "Why thank you. It's a real privilege coming from the party hater." I scoff, rolling my eyes as I walk out of the doors and he follows behind. The garden was quiet in relation to music, but it was filled with chatter from those trying to escape the music or have a smoke.

"Alright, alright, I get it. I'm the loser."

"Not anymore, but whatever you say," he chuckles. I purse my lips, stifling a giggle. "Why did you come tonight?"

I sit on one of the sun loungers and Flynn sits himself next to me. I outstretch my legs, crossing them over and leaning back on one arm, while Flynn shuffles to the side slightly to see my face. "I was forced." I admit. He frowns playfully and crosses his arms. "But I'm glad now because I have actually enjoyed myself so far." A wide smile spreads across his face, his hazel eyes lighting up at my words.

"I am glad. It's not so bad. It's better with you here though." He raises an eyebrow at me, his face still filled with happiness. It was a stark contrast to what I had been used to these past few months. Damon was my best friend but it was different. And Ranger, well Ranger had nothing else to offer me but anger most of the time.

Flynn and I sat on that lounger for another half an hour. He had shifted himself so that he was laying on the lounger, myself next to him and his arm around me. "Yo, grab us some more drinks?" Flynn calls out to a younger boy running past. He must have been two years younger than us.

I glance up at Flynn, raising my eyebrows. "Any why couldn't you get it yourself?" I say as they boy takes the cup from my hand. I resisted for a moment, thinking back to every adults warning to never let your drink or cup out of your sight, to never let someone else get you a drink. I glance at Flynn again then give in, trusting him.

"Because then I wouldn't still be laid here with you, would I?" The comment gave me goosebumps, and an involuntary giggle left my lips. "Wait, what was that?" Flynn asked, a wide, teasing grin spreading across his face. He shifted to see me better, now hovering slightly over me. I purse my lips, holding back a wide smile. "Come on," he laughs, grabbing my chin and squishing my cheeks together to force my smile out.

I laugh loudly, swatting his hand away from my face. "Hey, stop!" I could not contain my laughter as we play fought. His position outside of this moment was different. He was popular and cool and everyone loved him. He had control and power. Right now though he broke that stereotypical demeanour, he was not the person he was expected to be.

"Here you go," said the kid who had come back, now holding a drink in each of his hands. He handed me the one in his left, and Flynn took the one from the right.

I look into the cup and smell it, knowing for definite it was not beer. "What is it?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows as I looked back at Flynn for an answer.

He chuckles and shows me his cup, allowing me to inspect it to see that they were the same. "Whiskey and coke," he states, taking a sip from his own cup. I nod, contemplating my options. Beer was one thing, but whiskey was a whole other level. I decided I trusted Flynn and began to sip at my drink as we settled back down and continued to talk. I felt comfortable with him.