IN OR OUT

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|idk why but when I think about Jonathan Pierce I think about Dean Winchester🖤

/AUTHOR's POV/

IT WAS A CALM, steady, late summer evening in Bricklane, but not for the troublesome, and socialite college boys, who wanted nothing more than to get totally wasted, grab a couple of drinks, smoke some great pot, and make out with a bunch of flirtatious hot girls.

In a way kind of ironic, considering most of the guys were studying sports, which meant they regularly had to submit themselves to a ridiculously large number of blood tests, as well as, body condition exercises, though that didn't really matter for them, at the moment.

The idea of throwing a party to celebrate the beginning of college for the students of Bricklane's Sports&Arts degree school came from the handsome, rich brunette Jonathan Pierce, the sub captain of the town's football team, whose idea was later enthusiastically supported by fellow team members, including tan skinned, strong advanced Travis Walker and well-known leader Colber Foster

- three of the town's most recognizable faces, inside and outside of the pitch.

The party thought wouldn't be easily accessed by all the students, in fact, those allowed to enter the secret party were the ones who made part of the elite, or as they called it, the golden circle.

Now, being the most prestigious teenagers at Highland's high school, Colber Foster and his teammates (as well as their girlfriends) were naturally the ones ahead of the mysterious group, which meant they were responsible for giving orders that others would follow.

Or, in other words, whatever they did, liked, or said would be adopted by the younger kids, quickly turning into the newest cool trendy thing to do or share.

All in all, they were worshipped like gods.

That, however, didn't actually change the slightest when they entered college. The members of the golden circle maintained their relationships, remained extremely tied up, if not, even more, closer with one another than ever before.

The last word nevertheless, always came from Colber's mouth, his words hold power and those made the ultimate decisions.
He hadn't find Jonathan's idea bad, after all, they had always thrown big, loud parties, it was in the group's nature, they all enjoyed some action and, in all honesty, fun wouldn't even hurt anybody right?

It was going to be a sick night, at least that was what he thought.

"You know, we could invite the girls from senior year. I'm telling you, bro, the moment we stepped down from that school, and literally out of nowhere, these ugly girls from junior year became fine as fuck"

Travis Walker said from the back of the almost empty class, earlier the day before the party to take place, chewing on his menthol gum.
His arms stretched behind his head, legs extended, while his brown eyes lazily followed the movements of his friends.

"Facts. Hey Walker, want to go check them out when the class is over?"
Jonathan answered with an arched brow and a wide smirk, his back facing the closed door.

"Guys, stop being dickheads for a second, were planning this carefully. Wouldn't you want the cops to barge into the house now would you?" Colber then pointed out, standing in his tall frame with his lower back touching the desk.

His greenish piercing eyes were lingering on his pals, a somehow tensed look was covering them.

His caramel brown hair was messy, which was weird since Foster himself was communally named by the girls has being the vainest of all.

The annoyance crossed his face as he mirrored his two friends, who, to his distaste, seemed overly preoccupied with girls getting into their pants instead of focusing on the main issue that was on the table.

"And Jonny, weren't you with Melissa anyway?" He told him, sounding bored already.

"Oh c'mon Colby, you know I'm just too hot for dating." Jonathan laughed in a relaxed mood, closing his arms around his chest as a response, though still close to the door. A small smirk was clear in his features.

"Wait, Melissa, as in the cheerleader? Dude, I've been waiting to bang her since middle school"

Sean Windsor immediately responded, his blonde hair blinding his sight view just after he joined the conversation, his well-shaped body hugging a chair beside Travis, followed up by the laughs of most of the guys in the room.

"Too bad for you blondie, it just so happens that chicks dig me more. You see, I have the best dick."

Jonathan hinted with a vicious confident smile, showing of his side profile when his hand jokingly moved to touch his belt, not before the door moved through, making him stumble backward.

"That we can argue."

Said the guy who entered the room, joining his friends. With a slick deep rough voice, a wonderful pair of blue eyes, and a charismatic, permanent frown expression, accompanied with his debut dark-colored outfit, that would have to be no other than Brendan Rhys himself.

His steps were noisy as he took his time to find the closest seat, the bag that was on his shoulder was now on the floor.

"Rhys, finally. Thought you had died on the bathroom or something." Travis said while text messaging, his eyes hadn't meet Brendan's.

"Yeah, enjoyed the make-out session that much?" Jonathan reinforced with a laughable comment.

"Shut up you fuckers. Don't make me waste my time here." Brendan said, annoyed.

"Someone's in a bad mood." Sean teased, coming closer to Brendan.

"Was the head she gave you that bad, mate?"

"We're not mates, Windsor, you should've known that by now." Was his fast response. He looked over at Sean, fixing his demanding stare on him for a second.

A tense moment followed between the two boys, though he was quick to add, "I'm here because Colbe called, so let's just get this over with."

"Right, so, as I was saying, since Jonathan's place is out of question and you all have parents around this Friday, I volunteer my house to be the one to hold the party, though this one is going to be private, all folks from the circle will get the invitation. It's my house and I'm better off having around people I could put my trust on, as you should too."

The information Colber had to share was well received by all the guys who were present in the room, except for the tallest of all who had the nerve to reply using a very deeply irritated voice.

"Again with that same old rubbish conversation? Man, I thought we were done with that." Travis sounded from behind.

"It's not rubbish Walker, haven't you heard the news? Or are you too busy fucking Page?"
Was the harsh response from Brendan, the tension was back into place.

"You're funny, Rhys, I like you." Travis Walker replied, serving him with a noticeable fake smile.

"Guys, I'm dead serious. We've been through this. If we're not careful enough, this all might blow up. You want to risk this, is that it?"
Colber eyed his two buddies, especially Travis, mentally asking him to shut his damn mouth.

He sighed, then coughed, but still responded, "Fine, let's do it then."

"So, no more free opened parties? Damn, I'm sick of all that rich dolls and crazy cheerleaders." A disgusted voice sounded, belonging to the blondest of all.

"That's because you had sex with, I don't know, maybe all of them?" Jonathan Pierce retorted, showing his funny smile.

"Uh- I mean, I've never fucked Page...or Cassidy" Said Sean.

"Sometimes I really think I'm surrounded by idiots. Don't you guys have nothing else to do than to think about your balls all day?" Asked Colber, even more annoyed now than before.

Between the boys, Colber had always been the most dedicated of all, in and out of football, his mind was filled with preservation and patience, but no one other had been blessed with such quick smart big brain of his.

"This is big alright? If we pull this off we're going to be just fine, but I need you to agree with me on this. Besides, think about the party also as an opportunity for us to convince the other members from the circle to join us on this project. "

"Now, I need you to tell me - you're in or you're out?" He firmly continued, lowering his voice, "Because if you're out, say it now"

"Count me in." Jonathan was the first to answer with no objection.

"Sean?"

"Sure, if pretty boy Brendy over here starts to relax more often."

Brendan didn't like that response one bit. Knowing Sean for three years, he knew how much of a prick he was. And by stating him as a prick, was in advance, a freaking compliment to his persona.

There was evident unfixed trouble between the two, although the duo was never able to work it out properly. Above all, the (overly) egocentric man jokes were permanently there, their ego was contently fighting each other's, and their mouths kept arguing, refuting the opposite arguments every now and then.

What Brendan knew for sure was that he had no space in his heart (or whatever was left of it) to forgive Sean for his past actions, that also involved his best friend Colber.

As for Windsor, he couldn't care less. In his viewpoint, Brendan had no vote in whatever past or present matter, he just had been and still was Colber's puppet – so he had nothing to say about what he did or not.

Sean's problems with Brendan were not his problems. Besides, it's not like Rhys was the perfect, trustworthy friend and son, he was also pretty damn damaged in many ways.

Windsor was aware of Brendan's secret fears, but most importantly, he had been there when he had fucked up (badly).

It was obvious they both had an eye for an eye.

"Alright, Travis?"

"I'm on it." Walker said, looking at Colber, though reluctantly.

"So, Rhys, big brother. What do you say?"

He looked at his best friend, the need for him to say eyes was obvious in Colber's face, he just wanted his mate by his side.

"Tell Barbie Sean he can go suck it. I'm down, but know I'm only doing this for you, brother." Brendan voiced his last response loud and clear for all the boys to hear.

An almost immediate smile covered Colber's expression, but still, he hadn't been oblivious to Brendan's hesitant, apprehensive answer.

Hum, maybe he still needed to talk to him later about the subject, since there's no way Colber was starting this so-called project without Rhys.

Since they had known each other in senior year when Brendan was transferred for Bricklane's high school and he started to get attention from being the new boy in school, they had become very close friends, a bound that had brought closer the two of them, to the point they considered themselves almost as real brothers, while amongst them lied the weight of something they both cherish the most

– being loyal to one another.

No matter what, Brendan Rhys would be there for Colber, as well as Foster would offer his right arm whenever Brendan needed him to.

Their whole friendship was built on trust, so Colber knew his best friend wouldn't give up on him now that he needed his help, even though he sensed the obvious hesitance coming from him, a skeptical look on his face warning the footballer.

But Colber had faith his little plan would work out, so he waited for the right moment to happen – Friday it was.

It didn't take too long before that much expected evening to come and for the buds to meet again.

The blast of a night was now starting to begin.

Or, at least, that's what they had in mind.

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What do you think so far? Isn't it suspicious the whole act about they preparing some kind of project that apparently took place that night when Colber died? What about Brendan's skepticism?
ALSO NEXT CHAPTER WILL HAVE BRENDAN'S POV about the party. Excited to have a closer look at him and to know what Brendan saw that night?

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