A New Beginning

Jimmy walked through the doorway, and before he could even open his mouth to speak, I grabbed the object nearest to me (which happened to be a boot) and chucked it at his head. It hit him square in the face, and he grunted.

"What the hell was that for?" He questioned me with a frown on his face and his eyebrows furrowed.

"It was a signal for you to fuck off." I said, pointing at the doorway behind him with a huge glare on my face. He shook his head and walked out with a slightly offended look on his face. I'd apologize later. I was extremely angry that we had yet again been interrupted before being able to kiss. It was good that Harlow wasn't the one to interrupt us again, though. If she was, I would have probably lunged at her and beat the shit out of her face. She had a talent in cockblocking people, and apparently, so did Jimmy. I really wanted to kiss Brian and actually be with him, but people just weren't helping with my situation. The next person to interrupt us was going to get punched. I looked at Brian and shook my head and sighed. I slammed myself back into the mattress and covered my face with a pillow and screamed into it loudly. I then sat up abruptly and looked at Brian who had a confusing look across his face. Shaking my head and mumbling to myself about jackasses and bitches, I stood up and pulled on my pants that were laying on the floor. I had been wearing boyshorts, so I guess it was okay for me to not be wearing pants.

"What're you doing?" Brian asked, looking confused.

"Getting ready to go home. It's nearly noon. My dad's probably freaking out, wondering where I am and why I'm not replying, and my phone is dead, so I can't call him." I looked in the mirror that hung on the wall and used my fingers to comb through my messy dark brown hair, trying to make myself look presentable.

"Oh... That's probably a good idea. Can I drive you home?" He asked me.

"Sure," I answered. "But I'll probably get a billion questions on who I was with, what I was doing, where I was, and all that. Oh, and I suggest that you speed off really fast after I get out of the car. My dad wants to kick your ass." I warned.

"Why?" I sighed.

"Because I'm his little girl, you hurt me, I cried over you, and blah blah blah, all that bull." I explained shortly.

"Oh." Was all he could say. His face was blank. And he probably felt bad.

"Yeah..." I said, awkwardly. I walked over to the door and down the hall to the living room where the rest of the guys were sitting. Jimmy was cuddling with some chick that I presumed to be the Amber girl that he was babbling on about last night while drunk. He was also applying pressure to the part of his face that I had hit with the boot, and I sent him a guilty grimace. I quickly said goodbye to all the guys and went outside to climb into Brian's escalade. Our drive home was silent and slightly awkward.

Soon enough, he pulled into my driveway, and I leaned over to hug him goodbye, but as I leaned back, I noticed my dad sitting out on the porch with an angry look on his face. I felt my face drain of all color and go hot as he stood and started torward us. This was not going to be good.