Getting Wilder ✔️

Bonus pov: a green monster

This is possibly one of the most requested pov's! Brad's pov about the parking lot incidence (issue seven: confirmed b i t c h). Enjoy! 

Brad:

After half an hour of Matthew Browning droning on about his orgy in France, I came to the conclusion that he was the unfunniest person I ever had had the misfortune to meet.

I sighed and leaned against my car, training my eyes towards the school building. School had let out a while back and I was wondering when Nico would leave as well. I thought about Kendra's party and how everything went downhill. Not the way I had planned, but then, life rarely happened to go as you planned it. 

"I'm telling you mate, he has the weirdest fucking-"

My heart jumped to my throat as my brain automatically tuned out Matt's droning. I was vaguely aware of people laughing at something extremely dull he had possibly said again. Nicola Evans had just emerged from the building. His backpack seemed unusually bloated and I wondered if he had perhaps been to the library, which would explain his late departure from school. 

I could never understand how the guy seemed to enjoy studying. I did however admire him for it, even if it was incomprehensible to me.

I wondered if I should approach him. Before I could however, he increased his pace, pulling the straps of his bag closer together as he started walking towards his car. I decided this was the time and called out to him, "Hey, Nicola! Come on here man!"

He stood still and gazed at me, his jaw clenched. His eyes flashed and he responded, "No thanks. I don't like to step in shit."

I felt scalded by his words. Granted, he was possibly mad at everything at the party, but I hated that he wouldn't even give me a chance. My heart seemed to sink to my navel before I heard sniggering and my cheeks turned warm. The mere fact that I kept getting rejected by him seemed to be hilarious to my friends. Without thinking, without ever planning it, I strode over to him. He had already turned aorund and reusmed his sprint like-walk before I reached for his hand and whipped him around roughly. 

"What the heck? Do you always have to be a sassy little shit? I was just trying to be friendly, Nicola."

He wrenched his eyes away from me, his irises dark. He semed to grit his teeth in mistrust. "Not in the mood, Jones. Leave me alone."

I heard more sniggers and my cheeks turned even hotter. I shoved him, harder than I meant to as he fell facedown on the ground. His phone clattered away from him and I reached for it almost instinctively. I took his hand and unlocked the phone, my curiosity getting the better of me. 

"Ah, let's see how much of a freak you really are."

I opened his phone and quickly went through the icons. He rose to his feet and lunged for me. I swung the phone away from him easily. Kavinksy grinned at me and grabbed Nico, holding him in place. He flailed desperately, showing  much more vigour than I thought he was capable of. 

My eyes widened as I saw the tiny journal icon and pulled it open. I thought it would be locked, but seemed like he had relied on a single phone lock as the journal opened easily and I saw a list of dates and entries, all dating to a few years back. Even though I knew he was more of an artsy type, I couldn't believe he had a journal. 

"Whoa, what a freak! You have a fucking journal?"

"Fuck you, Brad! Fucking give it back!" He flailed with even more desperation, but I knew it would take at least four Nicola Evans to budge one Archer Blue. I was curious as to what he wrote in his journal and my heart sunk when I quickly went through the list of entries.