Brittany and Me part 4

Will make much more sense if you read the previous stories. Enjoy part 4.

Justin’s heart dropped.

He pushed through the ocean of people, finding the front door of the frat house. Expecting to have to look all over campus for his friend, he was relieved to open the door and find her sitting on the front steps. She was bawling her eyes out.

“If you come any closer to me, I still have one drink I haven’t thrown yet,” Brittany warned, not even turning to face him.

“Brittany, you don’t understand…” Justin started, not sure what he was going to say.

“Don’t understand what? That my BEST FRIEND who was supposed to be helping me through JUST THIS WEEKEND decided he would make 20 bucks on my heartbreak, rather than just PRETEND that he gave a damn?!” she stabbed him over and over with her words.

“No Brittany, we didn’t bet any money, I swear! He was just saying that to make you mad at me… To start shit between us,” Justin tried to explain.

“So… You didn’t bet?” Brittany said, turning to look at him for the first time.

“Well…” Justin admitted. “We did… But the only wager was that he would leave you alone! That he wouldn’t hurt you any more!”

“I see.” Brittany said coldly, obviously not letting the excuse waver her feelings. “So let me get this straight. He predicted he could do whatever the fuck he wanted, and I would still follow him like a little puppy dog. You countered with ‘I know she’s stupid, but not THAT stupid,’ and that I would lose it and cry my eyes out? And your prize was that I returned home heartbroken and alone?!”

“That’s not it at all Brittany,” Justin continued to try to ease the situation. “Listen, if you would have heard the things he said about you… calling you weak… and… It just got me so mad! Of course I bet that you would stand up for yourself. I had to defend you! You have no idea how sorry I feel that you got hurt… But at least now it can be over!”

“Yeah… Now it’s over,” Brittany echoed, a double meaning lingering in the air.

“What… what do you mean by that? Justin asked worried.

“I honestly don’t know. Can you take me home? I need to think, and I can’t do it here,” she concluded.

Justin breathed a sigh of relief, glad that, in the least, she wasn’t going to completely shun him. Yet… “Well… I haven’t drank that much, but can we just go get something to eat for about an hour, and give my body time for a full purge? I don’t wanna get pulled over like this,” he explained.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’m going to go up to the dorm and get my things,” she explained.

“I’ll join you. I need to get mine too,” Justin finished, satisfied by the conversation.

They walked in silence, Brittany staying two or three steps ahead of him the entire walk to John’s dorm room.

Finally reaching the ground-floor dorm, Brittany unlocked the door and showed herself in, still not waiting for Justin. As he entered the doorway, she was already hurriedly packing what little she had gotten out earlier that day.

She came out of the bathroom, surveying the area to see if she had forgotten anything. Then, an idea popped into her head. Heading straight for the side table next to the couch, she opened the drawer reveling a large baggie full of weed, at least 8 ounces.

“John’s main stash. I doubt he’ll report it stolen…” she grinned, more to herself than to Justin, who admired her devilishness. Then something else in the drawer caught Brittany’s eye. In the back corner, there was a second baggie, filled with little white pills. “That son of a bitch! He told me he had quit Sophomore year!” Brittany took the second bag in frustration. Tossing the bag to Justin across the room, she announced, “Here. There’s about 600 dollars of oxy in there, it’s all yours. The bastard deserves to ‘misplace’ them.”

“Uh… thanks?” Justin was taken aback at the ‘gift’, but shoved the bag in his backpack anyway. He then watched as Brittany continued to raid the draw, removing a pipe, and a can of chew.

“And if we have this much weed in the car, we’ll need snacks!” she announced as she headed for the kitchen, looting the cupboards of crackers and puddings, and taking a few string cheeses out of the fridge for good measure.

“Oh, and one MORE thing!” she marched over to the PS3, ejecting the Black Ops 2 disc that Justin had played earlier that day. She strained to break the game in half, but try as she might, she couldn’t snap the CD. Not letting her lack of upper body strength deter her, she used the newly emptied side table as a fulcrum, successfully breaking the disc into an even two pieces. Then she neatly placed both halves back into the game’s case, and returned the case back to the shelf. “There. All his abuse this weekend just cost him about a thousand dollars. No returns. Buyer’s remorse.”

Justin smiled yet again as Brittany finally made eye contact with him for the first time since she had started her rampage. “Ready?” she offered, smiling back at him, which made him feel better about the days events.

“You bet. Lets go,” Justin grabbed his backpack and turned toward the exit. The pair walked out, together this time, as Brittany’s anger seemed to have subsided. Justin went to close the door, but Brittany’s hand swatted him away.

“Oh, I don’t want him to forget his key in his drunken stupor tonight. Why don’t we LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN for him,” she smiled as she announced to the world that the room would remain accessible. “After all, he WONT BE BACK FOR HOURS, right?”

“Remind me to NEVER fuck with you… Ever,” Justin was amazed that the bold girl he saw before him was one in the same as the timid submissive he had had to stand up for earlier that day.

“I have a feeling you’ll remember,” Brittany warned with a grin as she headed for the building’s exit, Justin in tow. As she reached the outer door, she ditched the can of chew and the stolen pipe into the garbage can before exiting the building.

The duo hurried to the school parking lot where they found Justin’s car rather quickly. Shoving all their bags into the back, they both found their seats and started up the car. “Alright, where do you want to go eat? I should be fine for freeway driving after a quick bite,” Justin explained.

“Let’s just go to Taco Bell. There’s one just off campus that should still be open inside,” Brittany reported back. Just like that, they were off, arriving at the fast food restaurant only a minute or so later. Feeling that sitting down inside would take up more time, they piled back out of the car, heading for the entrance.

Justin opened the glass door, holding it for Brittany. The place was absolutely deserted, save for one young looking cashier and one cook in the back Justin couldn’t see well.

“Good evening and welcome to Taco Bell. How are you two doing tonight?” the cashier asked in her sweetest tone, but it was apparent she didn’t want to be here this late.

“Good, now thanks!” Brittany responded with another evil grin as she walked up to the counter. “I’m buying this time. You got lunch today.”

“Yeah, you’re funny,” Justin fake laughed. “You take your wallet out, I’ll throw it across the store,” he successfully conveyed his message, seeing Brittany roll her eyes at his ‘big-bad-manliness’. “Oh, shut it. It’s not pride, it’s chivalry. Am I right?” Justin asked the cashier, dragging her into the debate.

“Oh, well um..” she was caught off guard, stammering. “My boyfriend’s a cheapskate. So whenever I have money, I end up paying for everything.” Her voice was hushed, but Justin knew he had won this mini-feud.

“So him paying would be… a welcomed event?” Justin pried, causing Brittany to groan and roll her eyes even more.

“Very much so,” the worker conceded.

“Thank you,” Justin rubbed Brittany’s nose in his victory before asking her what she was getting.

“Well… if you’re so hell-bent on paying for me…” Brittany smirked. “Two crunch wrap supremes, a beefy nacho griller, a cantina burrito, a chicken quesadilla, and an order of cinnamon twists. With a large coke,” she finished. Turning to Justin she added, “Hey, if you wanna pay while I’m smoking you out, I’m going to eat you out!”

“And here I thought I was going to eat YOU out,” Justin offered, the sexual context solidifying what Brittany had just said.

“Okay, sicko, I didn’t mean it like that,” Brittany backtracked, but it was too late. The cashier was already giggling at her expense, and Justin had the argument’s upper hand.

But returning to seriousness, Justin continued his order. “I’ll have the same thing. But a side order of nachos as well.