Dangerous - Chapter 9: Show me the CLOSET!
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"Stop talking to me." Cookie heatedly says to Coldren as he sips his cup. Coldren's face falls as he stares at his boyfriend with creased eyebrows.
"Come on. The party isn't that bad."
"Oh yeah, a room full of girls and guys you can hit on. This makes me feel so much better."
Coldren groans and lets his head fall back into the couch as he inquires,
"You still jealous?"
"I'm not jealous, just don't talk to me."
"Okay, fine. I get it, but-" Coldren runs a hand down Cookie's leg, the blonde boy's eyes growing wide as he continues,
"how about we do something else then talk?"
Cookie shoves his hand away secretively as he looks around the room alarmed. Their relationship is supposed to be on the low so no one knows about it except close friends.
His cheeks turning crimson, Cookie splutters,
"Are you insane? Stop, people will know."
"Okay, then follow me to the bathroom." He wiggles his eyebrows and inches closer to Cookie, the zipper on his pants getting uncomfortably tight.
"I- I don't know." Cookie whispers.
"Come on baby, it's a party." He stealthily grabs Cookie's hand and pushes it on his bulge, him silently moaning as to not attract attention.
"It'll be quick."
For a second, Cookie seems to be in a trance as he looks down at his hand caressing his hard zipper.
Then he finally answers:
"M-maybe, maybe we can do something. If it just takes a second, though."
Coldren c***s his head in a cute manner before answering,
"Uh, I think we might need more than a second."
He is the first to stand up and make his way to the bathroom. After darting his eyes to the left then right, Cookie stands up from the white couch as well, taking a few nimble steps to the bathroom.
(Ooooooh sexy! ;P)
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Jason stands on a chair and thrusts his hips in and out to the music. After the 4th helping of booze, he finally felt free from all the world's problems. He feels like he can jump off a building and still be okay afterward.
But of course, someone has to ruin the fun. Natalie comes up from behind him and grabs his arm so he staggers off the chair.
"Ugh! I already told you not to get too drunk! Look at you! Now people are going to think I'm dating an idiot."
Jason stumbles for a bit before slurring,
"Leave me alone b***h! I'm not the father!"
"What are you talking about? And who are you calling a b***h?" Natalie seethes as she slits her eyes.
"Bitches ride ponies, so bitches gonna hate!"
"That's it. Come here now."
She yanks him aggressively towards the kitchen where she fills up a cup with water and dumps it over his head. The few people standing in the kitchen because they have nowhere else to go turn their heads in shock, happy to see that something cool was finally happening.
Then she fills up the cup with water again and pushes it into his hands.
"Drink this, and sober up!"
Already a little disorientated from being soaking wet, he drinks down the water and gradually becomes sober with a blaring headache.
"Now go change your pants. If you don't want a face full a water again, you'll not get stupidly drunk."
"Seriously, what is your problem? I'm just trying to have a good time! We haven't even dated that long and you're still acting like I'm a deadbeat husband."
"That's because you are, except the husband part." With that she angrily walks away, leaving no room for another comment.
Jason shakes his head and shivers, staring down anybody who made eye contact in the kitchen. He felt completely just done with everything. First, he gains a spontaneous bully and starts dating the worst drama queen you've ever seen, all in the same week!
He shakes his head and makes his way upstairs, taking out his phone and trying to text Coldren.
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Text Messages between Jason and Coldren at 5:30 pm, Saturday
Jason: Hey dude, Natalie's totally freakin out.
Jason: She literaly splashed water on me b/c I was drunk
Jason: Can u imagine? Like how much of a flippin drama queen can u get then that?
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Jason: Hello? U there?
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Jason creases his eyebrows as he waits on the top floor for Coldren to answer. After about a few minutes, he sighs and gives up, deciding to retire into bed since there was really no point in staying up. What else was he going to do, socialize? Ha. That's funny!
Anyway, he slowly opens the door, getting ready to feel utter relief as he lies in his soft bed, but instead squeaks in surprise.
He sees Jeremy sitting on his bed with a smirk and his filthy hands on his diary. Uh *ehem* he means man journal.
"What in the absolute hell are you doing here? GET OUT!"
"Whoa, calm down there Regina George."
Jeremy let's out a chuckle before pointing to the red book and continuing,
"You want to explain why you've wrote s**t about almost everyone who attends our school?"
At first, Jason's face turns a ghostly pale, then an angry red as he tries to unhand the small diary from Jeremy.
He just lazily puts it above his head, warning Jason before he can make a vicious move.
"Hey, watch it! Try that again and I'll send the pics I took to the whole school."
"You- You wouldn't do that." Jason stutters.
Jeremy snorts and lowers his arm.
"You really believe that I wouldn't?"
He rolls his eyes and throws the small book with cutting words about other students on the bed. He turns back to Jason and says,
"Anyway, put on a shirt man. Come on, have a little decency. Actually, where's your closet?"
"Why would I tell you that?"
"Well, I just thought that someone who holds certain secrets that can get your ass beat up by the entire school would be more respected." He quips.
"Now go. Show. Me. The. CLOSET."
"Fine, you're an utter weirdo." Jason sighs, trying not to freak out about this situation. It literally couldn't get any worse than this. Maybe this will just blow over, like Jeremy would forget that he ever existed and go off to do other things that rich popular kids do.
He prays to god that happens, and real soon.
He walks over to the little door at the far left of his room, opening it slowly before moving out of the way for Jeremy to pass through.
"By the way," Jeremy says, looking at a array of clothing,
"I especially like the part you wrote about Coldren. Who knew you were the type of d**k who would write things about his own friend."
Jason stands completely still, not wanting to aggravate Jeremy in any way that could mean exposure to his journal.
If this were to get out to anyone, he doesn't even want to think of what they'll do to him.
Jeremy pulls out a red t-shirt with a "I'm Nancy!" logo on it and holds it out to him.
"Now put this on bitch."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. And maybe we should change your pants too since you're so incline to say shit."
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