Brianna grabbed a long sleeve from her duffle bag, a long sleeve black flannel with green pattern. She had bought it because it matched her uniform and was a large, (Dean sized) flannel shirt.
Ryan came over and wrapped his arms around her. "Cold?"
She shrugged. "I'd move closer but ... they're still doing the victory dance."
A group of teenage boys were bouncing around the bonfire, shouting and occasionally pausing to french kiss this girl or that one.
"We won." Ryan said, "Be happy."
She shook her head.
"Who were those guys at your house?" Ryan asked. "They were fucking hot."
"Yeah, who was that at your house in a black antique?" A voice called behind the two of them.
Ryan kept his arms around Brian and the pair of them turned.
Jake was looking at Brian, his eyes bloodshot as he stepped closer to her. "Who was at your house in the black antique?" He repeated.
"There's nothing going on between us, Jake. It has nothing to do with who is at my house."
"Really? Because it sounds like that fucker from before is back at your house." He stumbled on the uneven ground.
"Maybe you should take it easy." Ryan input, loosening his arms on Brian and holding them over her shoulders to keep Jake from falling into them.
"Stay out of it Ryan, unless you're going to screw that flannel-leather wearing douche bag?"
"He is definitely hotter that you. Taller, better muscles." Ryan argued back.
"Fuck you, Ryan."
"You couldn't pay me enough, Jake."
"Probably could pay her enough." Jake said, getting in her face. "Slut has a thing for guys driving crap cars."
At this point, Brittney and the cheerleader with straight ride rushed over.
"Hey, guys, why all the hostility?" The girl with straight hair smiled, getting between Jake and Brian while Brittney set both of her hands on the footballer's chest. "We won."
"Yeah, Jake, let's go get another drink and you can show me that game-winning play." Brittney cooed.
Ryan scoffed, pinching Bri so she didn't laugh with him.
Jake didn't score anything game winning, he got tackled more than a few times but he barely touched the ball. Brittney was just trying to get him to calm down.
Jake kept his eyes on Brianna for another minute, then turned his attention to Brittney. He leaned down to kiss her in a way that made it look like he was trying to eat her face.
Brianna rolled her eyes.
The cheerleader with straight hair came over and wrapped her arm around Bri. "You know how Brit is, Brian."
"Yeah, Angela, she's the squad slut."
"Exactly. Look at her reaction to that guy in your living room." She laughed.
"He's like 14." Brianna informed.
"Whatever, I've got a man." She straightened the dark-haired girl's bow.
"And you have that rule about how if anyone sleeps with a guy form your house, you'll murder us." Ryan said, directing them towards a keg.
"So I take it you aren't sleeping with that guy?" Angela asked her.
"I'm not sleeping with anyone."
"That's not what Jake is saying." Mentioned a blonde guy, taller than Ryan and with broad shoulders.
"What are you talking about, Derek?" Ryan asked.
"Brit told Jake about the black car before the game." Derek said, passing them all red cups of beer. "Some crap about a tall, hot guy being at the Singer place."
"Shit." Brianna sighed.
Derek nodded, standing a little closer to Ryan than he did to the cheerleaders. "He told Brit that you've been sucking this guys dick for a couple of years now. That this Danny Whitney guy pulls up in that black car whenever he wants a 'first full of black hair dye'. And that you just ... screw him." The football player did not look happy about the comment.
"Then Brittney got on her knees and have him a 'fist full of blonde hair'? Fucking slut." She sighed. "Does anyone believe him?"
"Everyone knows that the only guys to have ever been at your house since you moved here, are Ryan and Jake. Nobody knows you well enough to know that you wouldn't do that. They just know that you would never sleep with anyone in this school."
"Brittney didn't even see Dean." Brian sighed, "She saw Sam and could barely pull her eyes away from him."
"Wait, there's two guys that sexy?" Ryan asked, crossing his arms and cocking his hip out. "Are you talking about that old man with the salt and pepper that looked like he could break someone?"
"No, that's their dad. There's two sons, our age-ish."
"Fucking, holding out on us?" Angela asked, laughing as she shoved her.
Brianna laughed. "It doesn't matter what Jake has to say. He does not know a fucking thing."
"Did the two of you ever have sex?"
"Who, me and Dean?"
"No, Jake."
"Hell no." She snapped. "He can't tell a monkey wrench from a cresent wrench, he's a fucking moron."
Ryan got the reference and laughed. "She's right."
The group had calmed down by then, and Derek and Ryan went off to pull a keg out of Derek's truck while Angela caught up with her boyfriend.
Brianna finally got close enough to the fire to sit in the warmth.
About an hour later, someone tapped her on the shoulder.
Jake was standing behind her, "Can I talk to you?"
She reluctantly got up, walking with him to just outside of the large group of partying teenagers. "What the hell do you want?"
"I'm sorry I snapped in front of everyone. I just hate how much Bobby loves these two ... fuckers and I'm the odd man out like some stray cat."
"Stray cats get some sometimes." She mumbled.
"I'm trying to be fucking nice, Brian." He snapped. "Sshit, wh-why are you such a bitch?"
She stepped back from the conversation then, realizing he was getting angry. "I'm the bitch, you told the entire school that I'm some slut for a guy you've never even met."
"Is there some other reason you are wearing his shirts?" He grabbed the collar of her shirt, yanking her closer.
She reached up, grabbing his hand in both of hers, "This isn't his shirt, Jake, it's mine."
"You went on some road trip to see him and now your pink panties are missing?!" Jake jerked her by her shirt.
"What the fuck are you talking about?!" She snapped.
"Y-y-you ... were wearing sexy panties the day you sent me home 'cause of your Mom. I saw them when you bent over to reach into the backseat. Then after your mom left, the panties were gone. I figured you lost them until you told me that you were with that guy."
"You fucking stalker!" She was raising her voice, hoping that someone from the party would walk over.
"I was your boyfriend, I was really hoping you bought those panties for me to see."
"You were never my boyfriend." She let go of him then brought her hand up hard, striking the inside of his forearm with enough force to shock him into letting go of her shirt. "You were the boy next door who wanted something you'd never have."
He practically fell forward, pressing his lips against hers. He was drunk, he tasted of beer and she could taste Brittney's lipstick still on his face. He repeated his kiss with the blonde and tried to take her lips into his mouth.
She shoved him, punching him in the chest as she turned and tried to leave.
He reached out, his hands grabbing the overshirt, "Bri-Brianna!"
"No!" She turned, setting her hand on his mouth and shoving his away from her.
He stumbled backwards, the beer he'd had causing him to fall faster.
She turned, running back from the yard into Derek's house. Having been there before, she rushed up the stairs, going for master bedroom.
The door was locked and she smacked the door with her open hand. "D! Derek!"
A shirtless blonde football player opened the door in time for her to fall forward. "What the hell?"
She stumbled to catch herself on her feet. "J-Jake just kissed me."
Ryan stepped out of the attached master bathroom, wearing Derek's shirt. "He what?"
"Yeah, he wanted to talk and then he bitched about some panties he saw me in that magically dissapeared. He thinks I gave Dean my underwear."
"Did you?" Derek asked.
She didn't answer, sitting on the bed and putting her face into her hands.
"You need to go home, Bri." Derek told her. "You stay here, Jake's going to keep saying things and the drunker he gets he is going to try to do things like kiss you. Or worse."
Ryan took the cordless phone from the bedside. "I'm calling your house."