This choice: Riley's life was saved by Project GHOST (Brandon's POV). • Go Back...Chapter #7Riley's life was saved by Project GHOST (Br... by: Wassel   This is such bullshit! you thought to yourself as you paced back and forth along the corridor. Having been kept waiting here for at least an hour. Long after that bald fuck of a doctor had told you that you'd be able to go home. What with their being nothing wrong with any of you. Well... With the possibly exception of your sister, Riley. Who'd taken a knock to the head and was the reason that you were currently being held up. The two doctors wanting to run a few more tests on her, "just to be on the safe side". Which made no fucking sense to you, because you'd spoken to her earlier and she'd seemed fine. Being her usual sarcastic self.
Asking your father, who was sitting on the bench nearby, "How much longer are they gonna be? I'm supposed to meet up with the guys this afternoon."
Your father, who was busy on his phone and was clearly just as agitated by all this as you were, responding, "I don't know, Brandon. They told me the exact same thing they told you. Just... Be patient will you? And given the circumstances, I think your friends can wait."
This not being the answer you were hoping for. Being of the opinion that, while it sucked you were in an accident and that your dad had to fork out for a new car, shit happens. And it wasn't like he couldn't afford it. Having plenty of money to spare. Plus, you'd been stuck in this hospital for an entire day at this point and you were going kind of crazy. Only having a few weeks of summer left, and you wanted to be messing around with the guys or hanging with your girlfriend. Not doing this. Having a half mind to give Bryce or James a call to come pick you up, and leave them all to it. As pissed off as your parents would be.
Thankfully your mom, who had gone to see what was taking so long, appeared with Dr. Kerry not two minutes later. The doctor apologizing profusely for keeping you all waiting. Informing you that they were all finished up and that Riley was just getting dressed. Thank fuck for that! Though he did seem weirdly sketchy about the purpose of these tests and why they needed to take so many. But to be honest, by this point you were barely listening. Instead you started texting the guys and arranging where to hang out. Definitely needing to blow off some steam and telling Bryce to get a hold of some liquor. After which Riley appeared. Looking just as she had done the last time you'd seen her. Her medium length brown hair slightly disheveled and a small bruise on her forehead. Eager to head home as well.
Exclaiming when you saw her, "About fucking time! They spend all that time trying to figure out where your brain was?" Getting on okay with your older sister, but you did like to rib one another whenever you could. And now was no exception.
"Ha ha. You're real funny, you know that?" she responded, in her usual sardonic-type manner. Though at the same time, she had a look on her face like she knew something you didn't. Something... important...
Not that you dwelt on this. Whatever it was. Instead you were pumped to be finally heading home. Hurrying everyone up and proceeding towards the cab that your father had called. Being beyond eager to put this whole incident behind you.
Which was exactly what you did. Heading out that very afternoon with your friends and getting absolutely loaded. Bryce's parents being away so you had the entire house to yourselves. You, Bryce James, Daryl, Marty, and Scott. Who were all on the football team with you. Along with, of course, the girls. It not being a proper party without the girls being there. Brandi, Lana, Amy, Lisa, Gretchen and Deirdre. A few of whom, like with you and Brandi, your buddies were currently dating, and a few of whom were just there for a good time. That being the awesome thing about cheerleaders. They weren't just smoking hot, they liked to party too. Not being uptight and stuck up like a lot of those nerdy bitches. And being the most popular guys in school, you all basically got your pick. Having been quick to lock Brandi down. Who was the head cheerleader, and in your opinion, the hottest girl in school.
"So were your parents seriously okay about you heading out today after what happened?" the girl in question asked you, once you'd managed to sneak away from the others.
"Course. They know better than to try and give me any shit," you quipped. Though in truth, your mother had tried to stop you. Wanting you all to stay home.
Not that you remained on this subject for long. Being too drunk and too horny and wanting to get your rocks off. Telling your girlfriend as you grabbed her by her slim, supple waist, "But never mind that. You look so fucking hot, babe!" Pulling her towards you and pressing your lips against her own. Sticking your tongue down her throat and pressing your much larger body against her. This move causing the two of you to near enough fall over.
"Whoa! Watch out, you big idiot!" Brandi giggled. Managing to catch herself on the nearby wall. "What are you doing?"
"What d'you think I'm doing?" you told her with a grin. "I'm gonna fuck that sweet little puss of yours." Having not had the opportunity to do so in at least a week.
Her response to which was, as she attempted to stave off this attack, being, "Brandon! I'm way too drunk! We both are!" Which obviously wasn't what you wanted to hear.
Assuring her, "Nah. Nah. We're all good, babe." Fighting the haziness within your head, as well as the lack of balance and attempting to grab a hold of her again. Brandi looking so incredibly sexy in a cute little crop top, that amply displayed her large chest, along with a tiny pair of shorts. Which was making your dick positively throb.
Sadly, despite your strong desire to fuck your girlfriend in one of Bryce's spare bedrooms, Brandi wasn't having any of it. Not being a prude or anything (and she certainly could be wild when she wanted to be), but she was a lot more picky than you when it came to when and where you did it. At times often not being "in the mood". And now it seemed was one of those times. Telling you instead to go "jerk off in the bathroom if you're that horny" and then stumbling off to rejoin her friends. Leaving you feeling beyond frustrated. Wishing that she had the same sex drive that you did. Seeing how you wanted to fuck her like all the time. Which had been the same with your previous girlfriend. Though she was even worse. Having only managed to have sex with her like twice in the three months that you were dating, before you'd finally broken up.
Loudly exclaiming, "Fuck!" Before doing as suggested and stumbling your way into the nearest bathroom. Pulling out your phone and looking up some porn to assist you in this act. Which in this case just happened to be step-mom and step-son porn. A genre that really got your motor going. Getting off on how kinky the dynamic was and blowing your load before the 30 something blonde had even gotten the young due's cock out. Feeling very much relieved once you had.
After which, you cleaned up and rejoined the others. Continuing to drink and party will into the early hours of the morning. Until everyone either spewed or ended up passing out. Which was par for the course at these types of things.
* * * *
When you awoke the next morning, you were not only extremely hungover but discovered numerous missed calls and angry texts from your mom. Wanting to know where you were. Which wasn't exactly surprising. Even when your family hadn't just been involved in a car crash, this was usually what she did. Forever trying to keep tabs on you and make sure you weren't up to no good. Unlike your dad, who was a lot more easy going about all that. Your mom in contrast being somewhat of a control freak. Which did end up getting on your nerves quite a bit. Especially as she wasn't this way at all with your sister. Riley, being 19, out of high school and a girl, being afforded a lot more leeway than you were. Even though, most of the time, she got up to even wilder shit than you. Playing the part of the perfect, goody-two-shoes daughter while at home, but in reality she was anything but. Being somewhat of a wild child. And had in fact been the one responsible for giving you your first drink back when you were 13. Having thought it funny to watch you get wasted in front of all her friends while your parents had both been out.
Not that it was Riley who greeted you, once you'd sobered up enough to head back home. But instead your mom. Who was on her way to play tennis with one of her friends by the looks of things. Not that this stopped her from chewing your ear off for disappearing and not responding to any of her calls. Also being able to smell the booze on you and obviously being disappointed with that as well. Receiving quite the dressing down. Which ended with, "I expect you to be more responsible that than, Brandon. You're 17 years old. You're captain of the football team for God sake! You're not supposed to act like a... like a degenerate! You're supposed to be setting a good example for the rest of the boys."
"I was setting a good example," you told her. "It was... It was team bonding." Not being able to help but smirk at your own comment.
"Don't give me that," she said. Furrowing her eyebrows. "And don't be a smart ass either."
"I'm not."
"Honestly, you need to shape up, Mister. You're not going to get a scholarship to college with this attitude." This being your mother's key concern. That you get into a good school and make her look good in the process. Asking you then (as she often did), "Why can't you be more like your sister?"
This provoking a snort.
"Yeah, right. Riley the perfect little angle," you sneered. "You do realize that if it wasn't for that bump on her head she would have been out partying with her own friends?" Having zero doubts about that.
Unlike your mother, who didn't believe this for a second. Being caught under your sister's carefully crafted spell.
"Don't be so stupid. She's the sensible one. She always has been. Now go get showered. You stink! And no sneaking off anywhere else while I'm gone, you hear me?"
To which you nodded. Your mother clearly meaning business, and you knew better than to mess with her when she was angry. Despite not really feeling like you'd done anything wrong.
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