Chapter 9: The Aftermath
"B-Brent?" I stuttered.
He stared at me for a while, before sighing.
"It's a long story. Do you really want to know?" He asked.
I nodded as I bit my lip. He's making me nervous.
He removed his embrace and made me face him.
"What do you remember?" He asked gently.
Huh. What do I remember?
" The last thing I remembered was when you punched that guy who, uh, tried to uh, you know.."
"That's it?" He clarified. I nodded abruptly.
"Gah.. How do I put this.. " he muttered.
"Brent.. Just please tell me.. You're killing me by prolonging the agony. Just please."
"Ok. Okay.. Well you fainted. I called for Rhea but she was too wasted and engrossed with the presence of "the hottest and funniest guy in the Milky Way Galaxy -Gosh why did I only know him now- " Ziegler Farrh, her words not mine. " he slightly chuckled.
"Ziegler? If she was sober , she won't talk to him." I shook my head.
"I figured. Anyway , since she was busy, I looked for Hilary. Mind you, it was a difficult task since I was carrying you the whole time, and you were heavy-" I cut him off as I hit him on his shoulder .
" Ow! Hey, I saved you from the aftermath agony of an irresponsible person's partying tradition." He grinned. He looked boyishly handsome with that cheeky grin.
"What?" I laughed.
He smiled, then suddenly masked a serious face after staring at me intently.
"Look, I'm going to tell you everything, then you can leave. Okay?"
"Yeah." He's weird.
"Basically, Hilary just shouted profanities at me, as I interrupted her dance with Casper Enoch, you know player/jock extraordinaire , and told me to f*ck off. Some friends you have. Anyway, I tried looking for a number on speed dial in your phone besides them. Unfortunately, your phone's dead. "
"So being the good guy that I am, I brought you here and did not leave you in the streets, or worse, that party. To explain the shirt and boxers, you were all but puking and sh*t so your clothes stunk of alcohol. So I changed your clothes and cleaned you up. Don't worry, I didn't molest you, nothing happened, all lights were closed, so I saw nothing. That's pretty much it."
"That's it?" I reluctantly clarified.
"Yeah. Can you leave now?"
"I guess. Thanks."
After that, I stood up and gathered my stuff. Brent lent me a pair of loose black basketball shorts and a maroon shirt which was too large for me.
He offered to give me a ride and I agreed considering I still felt nauseated.
"You gonna be ok?" He asked as he pulled over my house's driveway.
"I guess. Thanks for everything. I'll give these back in school." I said as I gestured towards what I was wearing.
"No problem. But, hey, were still not friends." He said as he opened my door for me, leaning in front of me.
"Yup. Still not friends." I said as I went out the car.
I was a few steps near the door when suddenly he honked.
"Nightingale?"
I turned, raising an eyebrow.
"Next time you get drunk, sing a better song than Taylor Swift's 22, okay?" He shouted , a hearty laugh trailing behind the car's retreating figure.
Damn him.
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A/N
Okay so that was short like crazy, but at least, I had something..
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Teen FictionKay Nightingale is a young teen who always describes herself as emotionless and hollow, due to the things she has had faced before. In the oddest of circumstances, a boy she never deemed to have an effect on her life, she meets Brent, a seemingly mo...
