A/N: hello everyone! I decided for this chapter we'll take a little looksee at Kevin for a while since we did this for Double D in an earlier chapter. In this chapter we get to know a bit more about what had been going on with Kevin while Double D was gone and we'll see some stuff about Nazz and Nick too! Now enjoy! Tell me what you all think. :3
(Kevin's P.O.V)
I turned around and saw Nick standing there with his arms crossed, his expression amused.
I cringe mentally, 'Shit, did he see me on her bike' ,I question mentally as I offer him a half grin and a wave.
"Hey Nick, what brings you home so soon" ,I ask curiously, "Well it turns out Bobby's new cat got sick so it sort of upchucked on my pants" ,he answers while grimacing.
"Oh well that's a shame, well I think I'm going to head upstairs so have fun with getting new pants" ,I say quickly as I make my way past him.
But, of course Nick being one to want to know everything he swiftly moves from beside me to in front of me. I quickly turn to step around him but once again he blocks me. My eyes narrow as I tried to fake him out but of course he blocked me once again. I sighed mentally, I was really not up for this game today.
"So how'd it go with Double D? Did she-" ,Nick began before he squinted at me, "Dude, did you say something to Michelle again? I thought you two stopped talking since the break up."
I raised a brow at him, "What? Oh my cheek? That wasn't Michelle, like you said we stopped talking" ,I answered confused at why he would ask.
Michelle and I had dated two years ago after Nazz introduced us; aparently Nazz's aunt had just adopted Michelle. No one could blame me for immediately going after her, she was adorable and amazingly pretty. She was a fairly tall, slender girl that had a large smile that showed off her perfect teeth. Her hair was a pale caramel colour and the waves her hair seemed to always be in curled at the ends, framing her slightly thin face. With high cheek bones and full lips that were just perfect, tiny dimples that showed when she smiled, she was perfect. But even someone so perfect can be flawed.
Not too long after adopting her both her aunt and her cousin moved in with Nazz's family. Nick had already moved in with me and my family so of course he had gotten to meet her too. He was also the one to see me when I came home from the fights when Michelle over reacted over me chatting with Nazz or one of the other cheerleaders. Though you'd expect them to leave soon since Nazz's aunt said that they were only gonna be there till she got back on her feet. Then again, it should have been expected that way since Nazz's family was sometimes the overly generous bunch. After so many fights that led to her crying her eyes out while I was the one with the black eyes and red hand prints on my cheek I decided to break it off with her. Thank god I did, I'm not gonna lie, I was close to punching her during the last fight we had.
"Then who's the one who smacked yo-wait...did Double D hit you? Dude what the hell did you do to make her hit you" ,Nick questioned curiously.
"Huh? What do you mean? Why do you think Double D would the one to smack me" , I questioned pointedly.
"Dude, you were alone for almost an hour and a half, you had only gone to see her and no one else had been there that would want to hit you" ,Nick states as he leans on the wall.
He was right, no cheerleaders were there and neither was any of the girls I had dated before. The only people who stayed after school was some nerds doing tech shit and stuff like that, not to mention some teachers.
I narrowed my eyes at him annoyedly, "Why do you think she would hit me" ,I snap at him angrily.
Nick shrugs, "I don't know dude, sometimes you just sort of give off the feeling of a total ass. Anyone might just whack ya for walking into a room without saying anything."
"Whatever, she didn't have a right to hit me ya dweeb" ,I mumbled as I crossed my arm and leaned on the same wall he was leaning on.
"Oh, so it was her! Knew it! Wait, so why did she hit you" ,he asked quickly, I groan mentally.
I hated when he spoke quickly, why the hell does he have to do that? What the fuck makes him do that? I mean, come on, who gets that excited over being right? Then again, I know a lot of the cheerleaders speak fast when they figure out a juicy secret.
"I don't know why she slapped me, all I did was try and wake her up" ,I try and explain, "I woke her up and she just suddenly whacked me!"
I grumble to myself about how she was such a bitch for hitting me, unconsciously rubbing my still pained cheek. God, she hit me way too hard.
"Did you scare her or something? Doesn't make sense why she would just hit you though girls aren't usually just randomly violent, right" ,he wonders aloud.
"How should I know? Double D isn't exactly the same person from before dude. She punched Sarah for gods sake and she is not the shy kid that everyone had known back then. All I know is she she said along the lines of me 'disturbing her restful sleep' or whatever" ,I said nonchalantly.
"Maybe you just pissed her off then, she was probably having a good dream man" ,he shrugs.
My eye twitches at that matter-of-fact tone he has whenever he thinks he's right, "Thanks for the words of wisdom oh great lady expert, god you act like you know girls when you haven't even dated one yet."
As shocking as it may be considering how popular Nick is and how nice he is he's never found a girl he wanted to ask out. Not one girl seemed to peek his interest, at first I thought maybe he was just mature enough yet for dating, but after hitting puberty nothing changed. So then I started thinking he liked guys, which honestly I really didn't give a shit if he did, but that idea was quickly shot down when I saw him flirting with waitresses when we had went to a restaurant for his birthday dinner. That's when I figured he just couldn't find himself a girl, they all seemed to love him but not in a boyfriend way I guess. I infact loved to tease him about that shit cause we both new he was sensetive about that, but he wasn't too sensetive.
He glared before punching me hard in the arm, "You don't gotta be an ass about it Kev, you know it's not my fault."
"I know but, that doesn't mean I gotta pity you, stupid" ,I reply as I punch him back.
We grin at one another before I noticed the house was quiet, "Are mom and dad not here or something" ,I question as I move past him to look around.
"Auntie went to the store to buy food and Uncle went to work to do some over time" ,he called as I heard footsteps move towards me.
I turn to him, "Seriously? The house is already packed with food, what the fuck does she need more of this shit?"
He shrugs as he walks to the cupboard and pulls out a large bag of chips for himself and tossing me a bag over his shoulder to me. I catch them and immediately walk towards the fridge and pull out a sprite for myself while tossing him a pepsi. He catches his drink as we move to the living room, he grabs the remote and begins to flip through channels while I opened my chips and my soda. He goes by soap operas, cartoons, the various news channels, paid programs, and some chick flicks that had been playing till he comes to some cop show where an epic car chase was happening. We both watched with interest as we chowed down on our snacks, this is what we usually did when my mom and dad were out.
~~TIME SKIP~~
"Kevin...hey kevin..." ,I heard Nick say and immediately I bolt up from my spot on the couch, hitting the coffee table that was infront with my big toe.
I gave a small shout before I grabbed hold of my foot and hopped in place, multiple curses flowing from my mouth as Nick laughs his ass off on the couch. I turn and glare at him, little prick loves to see me in pain, he thought it was hilarious.
"Sadistic fuck" ,I mumbled as I let go of my foot and plopped back down on the couch.
My head turns to the wall clock, it's almost midnight, is my mom home yet? I turn towards Nick ready to ask when he suddenly speaks up.
"Dude, you should have probably stayed standing" ,he says vaguely with his attention back to the tv, the cop show must have ended because now he was watching wrestling.
"What do you mean by that" ,I ask with narrowed eyes, "Because you just sat down on the chips and soda you spilled."
I launch from my seat and look down to see he was right, there was a mess of soda and dorito bits . My attention soon turns to my pants which had more of the nasty blob on the couch now on my ass. Great.
"Dammit, these were a good pair too" ,I huff before I stomp past him and up the stairs to my room.
I quickly discard my pants and pull on a pair of old jeans that had wrips under the knee. Just then my phone goes off, I go into my jacket pocket and pull out my phone; it was Nazz.
"Hey Nazz, what's up" ,I ask and was immediately greeted by the sound of people screaming and music playing.
I groaned internally, I knew what that meant, "Hey Kev! Dude, guess what! I'm at a huuuuuuuuuuuge party!"
I shook my head, "Nazz, what are you doing at a party? School just started, who threw a fucking party?"
"Weeeeeeeell it's not really just any party persay but, I was with Michelle and we were talking about how her boyfriend was going to be graduating from his final college class or whatever and we're celebrating! You should totally come over!"
I sigh, her yelling was really annoying because her voice got really high and sort of pitchy in some areas, this was usually a sign that she started drinking. Someone offered a drink that was probably spiked since Nazz is against drinking. That someone was most likely Michelle, she was always the one getting Nazz drunk, that girl was just an ass sometimes to Nazz.
"Nazz, where are you" ,I ask, knowing I would probably have to go get her.
"I'm in this huge house in River Valley, it's all white and it's on Magenta avenu" ,she explains her voice wavering in the end like she's lost interest or she's getting tired.
When Nazz sounds like this it means she's ready to crash, "Shit, hold on Nazz, I'm coming. Stay outside and wait for me to get there."
"Yeah...okay...I'll be outside Kev, see ya" ,with that she hangs up.
I put my head in my hands for a minute and groan, "Stupid Michelle and her fucking older boyfriend."
Quickly I hurry out of my room, down the stairs, and to the doorway. I grab the keys to my dad's old, beat up pick up truck off of the hook and make my way to open the door, this caught Nick's attention.
"Hey man, where are you goin' in such a hurry" ,he questions as he looks over at me past the doorway of the living room.
"Nazz's at a party and Michelle ended up getting her drunk, now I gotta go pick her up" , he nods in understanding.
With that I rush to the garage and hop into the car, I quickly drive off to River Valley with was a good two miles from Peach Creek. I had a permit but I wasn't old enough for my license yet so I had to really watch out for any cops near by or my dad heading back home. We only had two cars, the one I have and the one that dad takes to work so mom uses my old bike to go places since dad said the truck will be mine soon.
After a couple of minutes I finally found the place Nazz told me about, the party inside was ridiculous. Music blared and rushed from the windows as if wanting everyone in the neighborhood's attention. The occasional crash or bang was heard over the loud music, trash littered the lawn, and the occasional drunk could be heard hollering. Lights flashed as the shadow of people dacing passed over the windows. I sighed before I noticed Nazz sitting on the steps that led to the front door, her head slowly lowering before jerking upwards. She was nodding off like I thought she was.
I make my way over to her, "Nazz I'm here, let's get going" ,I take her arm and help her up.
I loosen my grip a bit but immediately tighten when I see her stumble forward, ready to fall on her face. I place my hand on her shoulder and lead her to the car before placing her into the passanger seat of the car. I put on her seat belt before walking over to the driver's side and hop in. I start the car and quickly drive in the direction of Peach Creek. My eyes glance over at the groggy Nazz, jesus her parents are going to flip. As much as they are really nice people they are also a bit overly protective when it comes to Nazz and alcohol. I drive up to see Nazz's parents on her lawn looking pissed and a drunk, woozy Michelle swinging back and forth slowly as Nazz's mother held onto her arm to keep her from falling.
They found Michelle or she came home and told them, either way I knew one thing, "I am so screwed."