There’s A Jock In My Bed! [Âœ“] 17. Allen Must Die

                                                       There’s a Jock in My Bed!

                                                      Chapter 17 – Allen Must Die

                                      Song of the Chapter – Satellites by Beyoncé (2008)

                                                           ((The Final Chapters))

Apparently, I have to write in past tense …-_- Someone is changing them all for me but from now on until the end I’ll try to.

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“You better back the hell up Allen, before we create a scene.”

He smirked and cocked his head to the side, making me growl in an equally annoying response. “I think you’re afraid of getting your ass whipped.” He joked, and points at Alex, “You know that I and Alex are way more physically fit than you and Chris Brown over here.”

“Is that a black joke?” Chris voiced, with clenched fist.

I touched is chest so he could calm down a bit, “We shouldn’t waste our energy on scum like Allen Halliwell.”

“This has been great and all, but let’s go Allen.” Alex urged to the arrogant being that is Allen.

“Fine, I think I’ve proven my point time and time again.”

I picked up a glass of wine off the table and held it in my hand loosely, “And what’s that Allen dear?”

“That what you seem to lack in intelligence you make up for in promiscuity and stupidity. Also, if you are even thinking of throwing that drink at me, you better hope it somehow knocks me out cold or you’re going to get it.”

“Talk is cheap Allen, but then again, so are you.”

He raised his hand but I caught it and pushed him back furiously. He tumbled towards the seats but caught himself.

He rushed forward, charging but I through the drink at him. To my shock he ducked and it splattered all over an elderly lady sitting the back. She stood up quickly and peered to the back where we stood. With the empty glass in my hand and the guiltiness sprawled over my face she knew who the culprit was.

Allen gave a loud cackle and bit his index finger, “Don’t worry madam; he’s the first to be born in his family without a tail.”

At that moment, something snapped in my head and I rushed a laughing Allen. The two of us ended up on the floor, rolling down the middle of the hall. The room itself busted into cries and chatter as they all looked on.

He kneed me in the stomach and pushed me of onto an elderly woman who sat next to her husband. “This is for being a waste of damn space!” he shouted and slapped me across the face. He raised his hand again but I caught and spun him around onto he place where I was.

I got up and spotted a woman walking this way with a slice of cake. Smirking, I grab it and pulled up Allen’s head, “And this is for being such a bitch!” I smashed his head into it and practically smothered him with it until he was begging for me to stop.

“This is for trying to make my life hell; this is for shoving your nose where it doesn’t belong!”

“You tell him honey” the old lady shouted next to me. Her husband grabbed her by the hands to calm her down but she snatched it away. “This is for cheating on me in ’94!” she yelled and socked him in the jaw.

I let go of Allen. Even with great covering his face, he stood up beside me and we looked around. The entire room was like an apocalyptic, chaotic scene. People were throwing food, nasty words filled the frenzied atmosphere and people were running for the lives.

“We did this?” Allen muttered, wiping some of the chocolate of his face. I remained silent.

“Mom is going to be pissed…” I mumbled and behold she was marching my way with Ev on her heels.

She grabbed me by the hand and looked over at Allen. She froze for a second looking at him. They shared a look, Allen’s was confused and her’s was as if she knew something we didn’t.

“Mom?”

She shook her head out of whatever trance had her and looked back at me. “Do you have any idea what kind of mess you just created? Your father could lose his job because of this.”

“Excuse me ma’am, is this your son?” a very petite, well dressed woman asks mom, holding her head tightly and looking for any flying projectile.

“Yes.”

“Great. Then would you please let this ingrate out of my building.”

Mom gasped and smacked her. My eyes bulged when she hit the floor, holding her pretty face and shrieking for security.

“Daaamn momma that was one hell of a swing!” Ev yelled excitedly from the back.

Mom fixed her shirt and grabbed both of our hands. We ran done the hall until we found Chris packing bottles of liquor into a box.

“Come on!” I shouted and grabbed his hand. The box slipped and its contents smashed to the ground, leading him to groan.

We sped out of the building and into the car. The chaos could be heard at least a mile away and cop cars sped in that direction.

(Later)

“That was awesome! I’ve never felt so alive!” Evelyn yelled, jumping up and down her bed like she had just won a free car.

“You do know we wreaked havoc and nearly caused a panic right?”

She stopped jumping for a moment and peered over at me. “Yeah but mom sucker punched Dad’s boss’s wife!”
I shrugged my shoulders, “Yeah, that was pretty awesome of her.”

“No it wasn’t,” mom said from the door, poking her head in, “Evan, you’ve got a visitor…I think her name is Crawford.”

I slumped when I heard the name but got up anyhow. I looked back at a jovial Evelyn, still swinging her legs with the last bit of adrenaline she had left. She winked at me and began jumping up and down again.

I rolled my eyes and exited her pink covered room, heading downstairs with my mom right behind me.

Growing nervous with every new step I took, I spotted Mrs. Crawford sting in the big black arm chair near the front door that dad had put there with the intention of making a good first impression to guest to who would visit. Unfortunately, to everyone who visited us during summer break-the main topic was the big fashion disaster couch in the front room. Dad however was unmoving when it came to that chair and set unrealistic goals for it. As comical as it sounds-he was sure that the chair was an omen for leaving great first impressions when in reality it did the exact opposite.

I cleared my throat upon reaching Mrs. Crawford who’s blonde spiky hair had been smoothed back to match the intense make up on her face and the cherry red lipstick that find home on her lips.

“Hello Ryan.”

I cocked my head, “My name is Evan, remember?”

She shrugged and stood up, revealing a stunning white gown, “I know but Ryan sounds so much gayer, but I’m not here to discuss potential surrogate children names, this matter is far more serious.”

The door opened again and two police officers entered. I stepped back a little beside mom and looked up at her nervously, “What’s going on?” I asked, my arms were starting to shake a little under the cold stares of the two officers.

“No, these aren’t strippers, they are actual police officers and we need Evan to come downtown with us.”

“Why?” a voice shouted. We all looked up and spotted Evelyn from the staircase, peaking down. Noticing she was caught she squealed and ran back, disappearing behind the wall.

One of the officers pulled out a bag of white stuff and I immediately knew what it was. Mom did as well; because she gasped loud enough for the neighbors next door to hear.

“We found this in your son’s locker.” Said the guidance counselor. At the corner of my eyes, I saw mom’s features twists from confusion to anger but I was unable to look her directly in the eyes.

It was impossible. I never did drugs. Never wanted too, and never will. Thoughts were bombarding my head. Who could have put those there?

Allen.

I growled as one of them stepped forward to take my hand. “I don’t do drugs.” I said calmly, not wanting to make it seem as though I was lying or nervous.

Mrs. Crawford nodded her head, “I know that Evan, but we still have to investigate it. Now, I’ll be there for a while and then when you’re released a family member can come and get you.”

Sighing, I took his hand but looked back at mom. Her face had changed from anger into a sad look. They led me into the police vehicle. It wasn’t a regular one; it looked like one a detective would drive. They placed me in and kept off the siren as a way not to attract any unwanted attention.

Mrs. Crawford remained behind us in her yellow sedan all the way to the precinct. Thankfully, I wasn’t cuffed so there weren’t as much stares when we got inside.

We walked until we arrived at a cell. The cop took out a bunch of keys and unlocked it. I looked at is hands then back up at him. “You aren’t serious right?”

His face remained straight as he continued to stare at me, “As a heart attack kid.”

I peered inside, four people- all men were inside there. They’d freakin eat me alive!

“But-But-I’m a kid…those are men.”

“Yeah well, as soon as we get a fun time kid center here I’ll tell the guard to transfer you over where you could be delinquent king. Until then, get inside.”

I sneered at him but got in anyway. “You can’t do this, you’ll be hearing from my lawyer!”

He slammed the cage’s door making me squeal and pitch at the same time. I rested my head on the bars and sighed.

Someone coughed in the back of me, making me spin around. The cell itself wasn’t very cramped but it was filthy and the stench was nauseating. A bucket with urine was sitting next to a much built man. He was at least the size of a body builder. Next to him was another man but he was less built then the one before him, he was for whatever reason still cuffed and on the far right side was another one, and the last one was standing closer to me by the bars.

I smiled and waved at them. “Hi, I’m Evan Harris and this is all a big misunderstanding really.” I said, laughing a bit. I stepped closer to them, away from the bars. They all watched me with some form of deep intrigue, it wasn’t until later that I realized it was because of the outfit I had on. Just a singlet and a very revealing pair knee length pants. 

“So anyone want to give a little detail about who they are?”

The room goes silent. Their stares seem to revert to whatever it was to before I entered.

“Well, then I guess I’ll go. My favorite color is green, I like pancakes at four in the afternoon and I’m a huge K-Pop fan also-

“Shut up kid.” The big one in the middle uttered, keeping his gaze at the ceiling, high above.

I smile and placed my hand on my waist, walking little closer, “well, aren’t you a Debby Downer, what are you here for? Robbing a thrift shop?” I mocked, I mean- how dangerous could he be? He was in a holding cell with three others before I came.

He looked down at me slowly, “I stabbed a fifteen year old school boy who was irritating me.”

My mouth hung open a bit and I backed up into the railing. “Tough crowd huh?” I looked up and over to the other ‘criminal’ who was in the cell.

Unlike the others he was younger, had beautiful features and was a lot slimmer, instantly making him more attractive.

“Yeah,” I laughed, taking a better look at him. He was wearing some assortment of biker clothes-typical delinquent gear. Or maybe I was being prejudice again?

He pulled out a cigarette and stuck it between his lips, “Do you have a lighter?”

“Does it look like I carry lighters?” I retorted.

He stared at me with his cold blues for a while before shrugging in agreement. It boggled me, how did he even get that in here? Don’t they usually pat people down? Why wasn’t I? My mind t the moment felt like a freeway. Filled to its length with cars, no stops and noisy.

“You look familiar?” I whispered. For some reason his features are one that I have seen before at school. I just couldn’t put it together.

“Yeah, I’ve seen you around too.”
I cocked my head to the side and smiled a little, “Aren’t’ you a little too old to be in school?”

“Well aren’t you a little too young to be in jail?” he bit back, smirking in the cunning process.

“Touché.”

He bowed a little and smiled dimly, “But seriously, I don’t go to your school, my brother does, we just moved here a day or two ago. I’m nineteen, I just pick him up. I’m K by the way.”

“K? Does it stand for something?”

He smirked at me before turning back around. A loud buzzing sound filled the air and a guard appeared. “You, tall dark and creepy. You’re free to go.”

‘K’ looked up, still with the cigarette in between his lips and l walked out the cell. He looked back briefly and winked before disappearing from view.

Great, there went my only way to cope with this piece of crap hole.

“Nice ass.” I spun around to face the three remaining men; my hands were behind my back holding my behind tightly.

The one in the middle was licking his chapped lips while the others smirked, looking on.”Yeah, I’ll have a go then you two can.”

Before I could even squeal again the buzzer rang again. “Ok kid, you’re out.”

I breathed in a sigh of relief and stammered out of the cell hurriedly. As soon as we made it passed the room I turned to him, “Who got me out?”

“Your cousin.”

That’s impossible Aaliyah was miles away from here. “There he is.” He said pointing towards the door.

“He?” I mumbled but gaped when it was K standing there with his helmet in his hands.

“Sorry Evan, I forgot to tell them we were related, so I can take you home or would you rather spend the night in the cell?”

And get butt raped? “No, I’ll go with you, cousin.” I replied trying to sound natural. However, it came out quite robotic. The guard-who seemed as smart as a pile of Paris Hiltons however, didn’t notice and left him to sign me out.

“Are you sure this is legal?” I whispered as he signed.

He ignored me up and simply signed ‘K Cruz.’

“Well, the legal things aren’t fun now are they?” he responded so apathetically that it almost made me shiver.

He walked to the door but stopped and turned, “Do you want to go chill at the beach for a while? I don’t want to face my mom just yet.”

“You mean go to an unknown destination with some guy who I just met in jail?”

He chuckled and stepped a little closer into the ceiling light that illuminated the room and now his beautifully colored eyes. “No, I told you our destination, I’m not just some guy-you know my brother and I was here for vandalism, not kidnapping and murder.”

“My mom will be really worried…”

“Meh, she’ll get over it.” he calmly said, so eager to get me to leave with him. It was almost creepy. However, he did get me out of here so I did owe him to some extent.

“This is probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done…besides that one time I dyed my hair blonde but that’s another story.” I looked at his hand open hand and sighed. My brain and my heart were fighting again. It was strange really, I didn’t feel any romantic connection to him yet I was drawn in somehow.

I placed my palm into his and he closed it, locking our hands together. “What are you doing?” I squeaked as he started pulling out the door-hand in hand.

“Nothing, I’m just leading you to my baby.”

“That’s great but can you let go of my hand.”

We stopped for a moment and he looked back, “Are you with someone?”

I blinked slowly, “No.”

He huffed and started walking again with my hand in his, “Good, then it shouldn’t matter…there she is.”

We stopped at a yellow, tall motorcycle, parked near a police vehicle not too far on the side of the entrance. “She’s my lady, and I’m her man.”

“Aren’t those Celine Dion lyrics?” I muttered.

He cringed slightly and coughed awkwardly, “Man, I got to stop taking my bros IPod…”

I chuckled as he pulled me over to the bike. “There is only one helmet so you wear it, I’ll be okay.”

I gaped at him, when he handed me it and got on. “Well? We don’t have all day kid.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just that, well, you gave me your helmet.”
“Yeah, that doesn’t mean I’m head over heels in love with you. Now are you coming or what?”

I blinked again but got on the back, placing my hands on his back and unknowingly I began to pat his back with some type of rhythmic clap that I couldn’t even recall.

“You’re going to have to put your arms around me before you end up road kill.”

He wants me to…for safety. Right.

I reluctantly placed my arms around him and sat a little father back so we wouldn’t touch as much.

Once that happened he started to drive off. Somewhere along the way to the beach I started to realize something. As much as I didn’t see it before, I was a hopeless romantic. I fell for every single guy that just said one little romantic line, one nice gesture or smiled at me.

I got funny feelings when he gave me his helmet when it was just a display of kindness…from jailbait no less but it was still just that…kindness. I really have to start looking at the boys in my life now. Who I was really in love with, who really mattered to me. Dad said he was leaving it up to me to clean this mess up and I intended to.

The bike came to a stop not much later after it began. But the view of the beach was relaxing up ahead. Slowly, we made our way over the concrete and on to the fluffy sand.

“So you haven’t tried so slash me to bits yet so it’s safe to say that you are not a mass murderer so who are you?” I asked as we were quickly starting to arrive at the ocean’s edge.

He smirked before answering, “I’m just a teenager, about to become a man. A…gangbanger really.”

“You’re in a gang?”

“Sort of, kind of…yeah.”

I stopped and looked around. There were about fifteen others on the beach so I felt a little safe but they couldn’t see if he tried to knife me or something. “Dude, I’m not going to kill you, stop being so bias.”

I placed a firm hand at my waist, “I have a right to be bias, you’re in a gang, like-like-the men on ‘Locked Up’ they kill people,” I gasped, “Have you killed anyone?”

He huffed, “no, I’ve just been in a hell of a lot of fights, but it never got that far.”

I was growing very uneasy, I wanted to run but I remembered he was my transport. Sighing in defeat I began walking towards the sea again. No words were spoken again the entire way there, the seagulls high above were the only thing I could really hear-or at least what I wanted to.

The moment I arrived at the edge, a flood of emotions made their way to the front of my mind. A lot of memories were made in it’s misty, blue and warm environment. Memories I’m not sure I want to remember.

“You’re thinking,” he whispered from the side of me.

“Huh?” I mumbled in confusion, keeping my eyes forward.

“I said you’re thinking. This place brings back some kind of past experience. Either of  somewhere or someone…maybe both. I know the look…talk about it, it helps.”

I inhaled deeply and breathed out. He was right though, it had brought back memories of the not so distant past…

 

Flashback

 

“Come on, its right over here!” Danny shouted. I could barely walk another step up the steep hill. The sun was unbearable and I wasn’t dressed for this type of climbing.

“Get your lazy ass moving Evvy.”

“Don’t call me that. I hate it when you call me that.” I said, panting until I arrived at the top where he stood. “Wow…” was the only word that would escape my lips as I looked at the beautiful horizon. The majestic and natural motion of the water below that was coupled with the sun’s intense glow on the water was amazingly astounding and could be hung up in some type of gallery.

“This is how you are to me, amazing, breathtaking…wet.” I slapped him on his shoulder and laughed.

“Whatever Danny, now why are we here beside this beautiful view.”

He sighed and turned, placing his hands in mines. “Evan Harris, first born to Annabelle and her grumpy ass husband- I, Daniel Asiago The Second, love, cherish and appreciate you so much that I wanted to bring you here to tell you that…that you are more breathtaking than this view of the ocean, that I’d climb this hill ever morning to shout to the world my love for you, that I’d stand on this hill with you until the sun went down and the moon shined brightly overhead just to share the view with you.”

He stopped when he noticed a tear slipped from my eye. He kissed it away and smiled, “That I’d not wipe away your tears, I’d kiss them away. I’m in love with you, so deeply, so madly, and so crazily that no man will ever come between us. This is me hoping and praying we be together….”

 

Flashback Ends

 

“Hoping…and praying we be together forever and ever, until the world stops spinning, the clocks stops ticking and I stop breathing air…sadly, forever didn’t last very long.”

“Wow, you remembered all of that?”

I looked over to the mysterious boy, deep into his orbs and nodded, “There are certain things you never forget. Your name, your parents…and your first love.”

“So…what happened?”

“He cheated, of course.”

He chuckled and rubbed his face with his hands, “Man, All guys screw up don’t they? Do you still love him?”

“Yes.” I said simply. “I love him; I’ll always have feelings for him-just not romantic ones. Those days are gone and finished.”

There was a long pause after that, the ocean’s smooth moving became the ‘voice’ of our conversation as we just stared at one another.

He sighed and stood to his feet. “Well, I better get you home now. I’ve got to go myself.”

“Okay.”

The ride home was much more relaxing than the one to the beach. My arms were around him more freely now and my head was resting on his back. He flinched when I did it but remained silent.

The bike stopped in front of my house under my directions and I got off, handing him his helmet. “Thanks, I needed that.”

“Anytime kid, see you around.” He said winking and then he was off. It wasn’t very late so mom wouldn’t freak too much but I was prepared for one hell of a tongue lashing from her anyway.

Strangley, there were two cars in the driveway. One I recognized and one I didn’t. Nervous and scared, I walked up to the door and opened it slowly.

“Mom?” I called out. I could hear distant talking in the living room so that’s where I head.

I gasped when I entered and stopped at the door when my eyes met with Allen’s. His mom and mines were standing next to him, looking at me.

“What the hell is he doing here?” I sneered, stepping in closer.

“I don’t know why I’m here but I’m sure it has something to do with your stupid ass.” I bit the inside of my cheek and stopped rushed closer. He followed my lead and our foreheads crashed like a car collision.

We screamed, cursed, pointed and threatened one another until both or moms smacked us in the back of our heads.

“Both of you shut it. This is important; we have something to tell you two.”

“Unless it’s that Evan s being deported back to whatever uncharted island he’s from I could carless.”

I snorted, “I actually agree with him on this one, I could really don’t care about anything that has to do with him.”

Mom sighed and placed a hand in Mrs. Halliwell’s a lovely and beautiful brunette who’s features were similar to moms. “Evan, after the party, I ran into Patience and I recognized her instantly. There’s no easy way to say this…and I really hoped I didn’t have to tell you…”

“Tell me what?”

Mrs. Halliwell looked over at her and patted her on the shoulder, “….You’re brothers.”

QUESTION: Saw that coming?
Pay special attention to the symbolism involved in the flash back…it wasn’t random and was very important. Also ‘K’, he’s going to be a VERY big part of the sequel ;). But really they are brothers? How? Why? All will be revealed in Chapter 19 because…Chapter 18 is “Heads Will Roll” which is the Halloween bonus chapter that will premiere 31st October.  However, my internet is on the verge of being shut down so …I don’t know but we’ll see!

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ps. Matt Lanter wil play “K”