chapter 7
(Jeff's POV)
A/N: Sorry for the late update. Not really how I wanted it to go, but I'll take it. It's sort of a very short filler chapter. Thanks for all the support! Happy Reading (:
The police officers left after I explained that my house was full of sleeping teenagers and after I promised I would get to Dalton as soon as possible. I went into the kitchen to see Jamie putting ingredients into the blender.
"Where did you go last night?" I asked coming around the counter and peering into the blender.
"Well that 'Beatz' kid practically yelled that there was another party going down on Fourth Street. He came over and asked if I was interested in getting some. And you know me; I can't possibly deny some hot ass, so I said sure. So he gave me directions and locked me out of the house." Jamie said, pressing the on button of the blender.
"Ow." I winced at the sound and rubbed my temple.
"Sorry man." He poured the liquid into a glass. "Here's some of my hangover cure. By the way, who was at the door?"
"Thanks. Can you make one for Nick? I'm going to take it up for him." He nodded and opened the fridge. "The cops were at the door. They said that my dad made bail, and that it would be a good idea for me to lay low for a while."
"Does that mean you're going to be going back to Dalton sooner than planned?" Jamie asked.
"I guess. I'm going to call Marie and beg her to clean up the mess. Would you mind watching over the Warblers? Making sure they get home okay? I'm going to take off once Nick is up."
"You won't have to wait long." Jamie pointed to where Nick was making his way down the stairs.
"Mawin' -eff." Nick stumbled over. He crashed into my chest, burying his face into my t-shirt.
"Good morning sleepy head." How is it possible for someone to be so completely adorable while tired and hung-over?
"Why is it so bright?" Nick mumbled, rubbing his nose on my chest.
"Here drink this, Duval." Jamie said. He handed Nick a glass of his magical hangover cure.
Nick chugged that glass. His face got screwed up in disgust. He ran to the sink and put his mouth under the spout. "That tasted like troll earwax."
I laughed and asked Nick how he knew what troll earwax tasted like.
"So, you're telling me when we went to Universal Studios you didn't try Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Jelly Beans?" Nick dramatically gasped.
"You only let me have the toe nail ones!" I said, ruffling his hair.
"By the way, where are you taking off to?" Nick smoothed down his hair.
"I'll tell you on the way back to Dalton. That's if you even want to come with me." I grabbed the keys and Nick's hoodie by the door.
"Of course I'll go with you, but what about the mess?" Nick took the jacket and pulled it over his head.
"Don't worry about it. Marie and I will take care of everything." Jamie reassured Nick.
I nodded my thanks and turned back to Nick. His eyes were raking Jamie's backside as Jamie reached for something in the cupboard.
"Bye Jamie, see you soon." Nick said and walked out.
I closed the door behind me and grabbed Nick's outstretched hand. "Why the hell were you checking out my step brother?" I asked.
Nick chuckled nervously. "Well I told you he was hot. Besides I won't see him for a few months."
"Hey! Last time you said he was cute not hot!" I poked him hard in the ribs.
"Ow! Well if you were paying attention I also said, you're cuter, my boyfriend, amazing, adorable, and sexy. And that I only have eyes for you." Nick stuck his tongue at me.
"Oh, I remember that." I said and pecked Nick's cheek before opening the car door for him.
"Thank you." I bowed for him and ran to the other side of the car.
"When did you get this car?" Nick asked while inserting a random Adam Lambert album.
"It's Jamie's. He's supposed to be getting a new car for his birthday." I said turning onto the highway.
"Ah." The song 'For Your Entertainment' came on over the speakers. "This is my favorite!" Nick reached over and turned up the volume.
"Nope! We don't want a repeat of last time." I turned off the radio.
"Oh right. Not the best idea. So, why are we going back to Dalton?" Nick was playing with the strings of his hoodie.
I told Nick about the cops and my father and how we needed to stay safe within the halls of Dalton. By the time I was finished we were pulling into the student parking lot.
"Are you okay?" Nick asked beside me.
"I'm fine. Thanks for coming with me." I turned to Nick.
"I'd do anything for you." Nick kissed me gently on the lips. "Whatever you want I'll give it to you."
"Anything?" An idea popped into my head and before I could think it over my mouth sprang into action.
"What do you want?" Nick pressed our foreheads together.
"You..." I whispered against his lips.
"You already have me, babe." Nick countered looking into my eyes.
"No, I want you to make lov-" I was cut off by Nick surging forward and attacking my lips.
The innocent, inexperienced touches became heated and sloppy. A spark of love and determination flashed in Nick's eyes as he scooped me up bridal style. He grunted as he opened our shared dorm room. The door slammed closed behind us; our gasps and moans resounding down the empty dorms of Dalton Academy.
