It had been half an hour. I had been sitting outside waiting for half an hour for Brian to come out of the men's bathroom. And it had been more than an hour since school ended. What was I going to tell my stupid brother and my mom for why I was late?
As school ended an hour ago, not many people were there. Just a few teachers and some students. People passing by gave me odd looks from which I could tell that they were thinking why I was sitting directly outside the men's bathroom.
Brian dragged me to the men's bathroom from the parking lot. Of course I tried to run away but I couldn't because he held my arm so tightly as if his life depended on it. I swear he stopped blood circulation in my body. And now he was making me wait for him. And why was I still here? Because he got his hands on my phone! And I had no idea how!
Was he ever going to come out of that bathroom today?
Finally an eternity later, Brian walked out of the bathroom. His clothes were all wet and his hair was disheveled and wet too.
He looked at me. Well, more like glared at me.
"You're driving me home," He stated sternly, leaving no room for an argument.
"Excuse me? Give me my phone back! I'm not driving you home!" I stood up, sticking a hand out in front of his face for my phone.
"Fine. I'll just flush down your phone in the toilet," He said, turning back. Oh my God! Not my phone! I can't live without it!
"Wait!" I said and he looked at me expectantly. I groaned. "Okay I'll drive you home!"
"But what about your bike?"
"My friend will drop it off at my place. Now don't waste my time and drop me home. You have a car, right?"
"Er...yes," I said, running my eyes over his form. "But it will be spoiled if you sit in my car!"
"Does it look like I care. You are dropping me home and I don't care whether it will spoil the car or not." He gritted out.
"You're such a jerk." I muttered under my breath.
"Are you even from this school? Because if you were you'd clearly know me as the sweetest guy ever," he said proudly.
"I'm from this school and I do know about your reputation but right now you're sort of contradicting it."
"I'm a good guy but don't think of me as a pushover. Did you expect me to be friendly when you best me to a pulp?"
I felt extremely bad for him. "I told you that it was a mistake. I didn't want to do that to you, but someone else."
"Doesn't matter. I'm the one who suffered in the end."
I glared at his retreating figure, hoping it would literally burn holes in his back. In frustration, I raised my hand into a fist and punched the wall adjacent to me. "Ow!" I hissed in pain, cradling my hand against my chest. Why the hell did I do it? Clearly my brain and my actions were temporarily unconnected.
I unlocked the car and got in the driver's seat while Brian sat in the passenger seat. I cringed as I saw the paint sticking to the leather seats. He noticed it and smirked before rubbing his back on the seat which caused it to get more paint on it. I glared at him.
"Are you going to start the car? I don't have all day to get home."
"Asshole," I muttered under my breath.
I pulled out of the parking lot and he directed me towards his house.
After a thirty minute drive, we finally made it to his house.
"Carry my bag. I don't want it to get dirty."
"And it's okay to make my car dirty," I muttered and grabbed his bag. God, the bag was so heavy. What did he carry in it? Dumbbells?
I dragged it towards his door and he unlocked the door, signaling me to place it on the sofa. The house was huge and beautiful but I didn't get enough time to admire it because as soon as I was out of the door, that jerk closed the door on my face. He didn't even thank me for waiting for him for half an hour, for dropping him home or even for taking his bag up to his house. Such a meanie! What more can you expect from an asshole like him?
I glanced at my watch and it was five in the evening. I was two hours late.
I hurried to my car, quickly putting it in reverse gear and driving to my house.
"Where have you been?" Ryan questioned even before I could step inside the house. His voice was dripping with fake concern.
"I had some work to finish. And you don't need to be nosy," I knew my brother very well. He couldn't be all caring and worried about me unless it would get him something. For now, he wanted my car. He had been pissing me off this past week to lend him my car. But I wouldn't. He was just sixteen. Yeah, okay he turns seventeen in a month but that doesn't mean that I would give my car to my underaged brother. I would be responsible if he drove straight into a tree or accidentally killed someone.
"Brooke, why were you so late today? Ryan thought somebody had kidnapped you," Mom asked, walking out of the kitchen.
"Mom, I had some work. I was with Claire at her place."
"Oh. Come on in. But next time you do that again, you will first inform us."
"Yes mom," My family was really very overprotective. And that was annoying sometimes. But nevertheless, I still loved them.
It was after dinner that Claire called.
"Hey, traitor," I answered the call.
"When did you get home?"
"I don't know, maybe two hours after you left me with him."
"Oh. What did Brian do to you? Why did he make you stay for so long?"
"Wow. That's more important to you than saying a sorry to me."
"Oh, yeah. I'm so sorry, Brooke. Now tell me what did he want?"
I looked at the phone incredulously. She really was more interested in knowing about him than apologizing to me.
"He wanted a ride home because he didn't want to get his precious bike dirty. And so he got my car dirty. I'll have to clean it up. The passenger seat is all blue like a Smurf just took a shit there," I groaned.
"A smurf's shit is blue?"
She just chuckled from the other side. "Sorry. And by the way, your prank was a total shit. I'm just being honest."
"You bitch!" I huffed, "Did you expect me to come up with a better prank in half a day?!"
"Yeah, I know you couldn't. I'm sorry. For leaving you there and all too."
"I am going to kill you tomorrow at school for leaving me with that douche. He made me wait for half an hour outside the men's bathroom!"
"Uh, Brooke. It was a snap decision. I was scared."
Scared my ass. If I was in her place, I would have stayed with her even if he tried to kill us.
I just hung up on her.
After our unsuccessful attempt to teach Jesse a lesson, I didn't forecast another revenge plan looming on the horizon. It was going to have to wait. Or maybe we won't do it after all.I ignored Claire at first because I wanted her to feel guilty of what she did yesterday. But even I couldn't be mad at her for too long and eventually I forgave her the second she mentioned that she was going to pay for my lunch for a month."What about Jesse?" I asked Claire. We were by our lockers, retrieving our books for our first class. I had Physics while she had English."What about him?""Don't you want to punish him for using and then dumping you?""Um...I don't really think we should do that.
"You are kidding me, right?" I asked. "Nope," Jerk replied as if it was not a big deal, at least not to him. "You can't be serious!" "But I am." "Are you serious? Cause I am really serious." "I am serious." "Brian! I can't possibly complete all your homework for the next ten days." "But you have to. Ah...and also the homework I got on the days that I missed school." "No. Please. Not homework. Give me something else to do. Not homework." I pleaded. "You have to do that. Like I said, I want payback," He stood up, picking up his bag. "And it's not like it's that much of a work. Be thankful I didn't ask you for something worse, like being my maid for a month." I glared at him. "And what if I don't do it?" "I'm sure you won't like it." "Hah! You can't do anything. I won't do it!" I started to leave but he held me by my wrist. "Oh, so do you want me to tell the whole school that
"Is this the whole year's homework? Cause it looks like that," I groaned. The school just got over and Brian is here in front of me with a pile of books in his hand. He dumped them in my car."No. Three days'. I want it all completed by tomorrow.""What? Are you mad?! Three days' homework in half a day! How am I supposed to complete all of that? What do you think I am? A robot?" I groaned again, rubbing my hands down my face in frustration."I'm not sure. But I want it tomorrow," He smirked before walking away.~I slammed the books on the table. I was home. But I had a lot of work. Brian's work to be specific.I got to work straightaway. I took out my pen and opened the books and copied the notes that Brian's friend had made into his book. It was too much. How could he do this to me?I scrawled my bad handwriting on his books. What? Did he expect me to complete his homework in a calligraphy? Well, he was wro
I sat at our now crowded lunch table with Claire. Brian, Jake and Sam were sitting with us, as expected. Beside them were Darren, Tyler and Josh, Claire and I. And unfortunately, Brian again sat beside me. I was beginning to think that it was going to continue like this till the end of school year.Claire was there chatting with Jake who couldn't keep his eyes off of her. And I didn't know when but suddenly Josh, Darren and Sam were best friends!Brian didn't join in their conversation and neither did I. Which left us both to face each other.I didn't know why but he irritated the hell out of me. Also I didn't miss the glares the girls at our school gave us when the trio sat at our table."Hey, what about our beach trip?" Darren asked."Oh, yeah. When are we going?" I asked."What beach trip?" Brian butted in."We had planned to go to the beach on a weekend, like a few weeks ago. But it never happened," Claire said, sipping on her sof
Everybody was asleep, except me. I was here, brushing my teeth and trying to remain awake at six in the morning. School started at eight. And what was I doing up so early when school is two hours later? I got delivery duties to do for Brian, the asshole.He was not coming today. And so I had to go there, to his house and drop off the books. What did he think I was? His delivery girl?I took a slow, warm bath and put on a light blue shirt with black jeans. I was still sleepy, even after taking a bath. I was really not a morning person. On regular days I usually woke up at seven in the morning.It was already six thirty when I got into my car. I had told my mom that I was going to Claire's place and no further questions wereasked.Brian's house was a bit far away. It took half an hour to reach his house, the first time I met him and he had demanded a ride.Most of the people in my neighbourhood were still asleep, peacefully. And I was her
I looked up at the stranger who had barged into my bedroom. In the faint light of the moon, I could hardly make out his face. He was staring down at me. I could feel it.My eyes widened in the shape of saucers as I realised who it was. I took a good look at his face, squinting my eyes to do so.His grip on my mouth loosened a bit and I opened my mouth to speak. Or rather to shout."Bri-" I could barely get the name out before I felt his palm slamming on my mouth again. I struggled under his grip but he was way too strong.But I was not weak to resist him. I wriggled out of his hands. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him back. He stumbled on my bed. If he hadn't barged into my room at the dead of the night, I would have actually laughed at him.I ran to my bedside table and switched the lamp on. And yes, it definitely was Brian.I crossed my arms over my chest, giving him a glare."Hi. You look..." His eyes roamed up and do
Brian'sPOV:Damn it. What had I done? I was so stupid. What was I thinking when I was going to Brooke's house and that too, in the middle of the night? I was so embarrassed. I couldn't even face her. This had to top my list of embarrassing things I did.And what I did when I got there was the stupidest thing ever. I know I was upset about mom, but that didn't mean I should act like an idiot. I just wasn't thinking straight last night because I was a bit drunk. I didn't drink very much. I knew I shouldn't have listened to Sam. He would take every opportunity to get drunk if he didn't get laid.I still remember everything. Thank God I didn't reveal much about my parents to Brooke. I wondered what she would have done when she would have heard that. Would she have laughed at me? I doubted that.Would she have comforted me? Or made fun of me and gossiped about it in our school
From the corner of my eyes, I saw Brian walk past me. I heard the chair of the desk behind me move. Brian was sitting behind me.I wanted to talk to him. But I wouldn't. Maybe I should just forget what happened yesterday. It was nothing. He was just being an idiot. And he was drunk. Drunk people do stupid things, right? And I even doubted he remembered what happened.Plus he had ignored me all day and had already got a new friend. So I had all the right to ignore him too. And he wouldn't want me to talk to him either. I was boring. So he'll get what he wanted. And anyways he has got Gemma to entertain him.The teacher entered the class and started teaching us. I carefully took notes and concentrated on the class. Or rather tried to.After an hour, she put the chalk down and instructed us about some homework and soon she was out of class. The students began to file out of the class too.I placed the strap of my bag on my shoulder, well aware of Bria