“HEY-YO! WHATCHA LOOKIN’ AT, D-BIZZLE?!?!” Jim asked ecstatically as he stepped up beside Derek up on the second-floor level of the Russell Family Cabin.

  While the song ‘Don’t Wanna Go Home’ by Jason Derulo played in the background, Derek froze up nervously as Jim looked at him with his brow scrunched.

  “Nuh-Nothing,” Derek stuttered out, to which Jim didn’t buy for a single second.

  “Oh yeah?” Jim smirked as he looked ahead to see Amber Swanson still dancing in a group with Layla Check, Alicia Hardy, and Brittany Lawrence… WHO WERE ALL SURROUNDED BY DRUNKEN K.H.S. VARSITY FOOTBALL PLAYERS.

  “Hmm… ‘Nothin’, huh? YEAH FUCKIN’ RIGHT,” Jim cried out, causing Derek to ‘die’ inside. “Looks like a big ‘nothin’ to me, Der-Bear! HA-HA-HA!!!!!”

  Jim then shook his head and looked down at his embarrassed ally, who looked like a saddened puppy.

  “Ugh… Jesus, Derek… COME ON, BRO!!!” Jim thundered at his nerdy friend. “You’re actin’ like a TOTAL SPAZ right now! No offense… Or anything, bruh, but I just call it like I see it. You’re actin’ like a spaz and by doing so you have ALLOWED YOURSELF to become as such.”

  Derek still remained silent in embarrassment, causing Jim to feel ‘slightly’ bad for him.

  “DUDE, why don’t you just go talk to her?” Jim asked the pimple-faced geek, whose eyes then widened.

  Turning his head towards the Dingus, Derek informed, “Shuh-She duh-duh-doesn’t even knuh-know I exi-xi-xi…

  “Exist?” Jim asked to which Derek nodded.

  FLAILING his hands aggressively towards Derek now, Jim raged, “THAT’S BECAUSE YOU MAKE YOURSELF ‘NOT EXIST’, D-MAN!!! You walk the halls at school like a ‘ghost’ or some shit. The ONLY people you talk to are me, Ky-Ky, ERICKSON THE BITCH, Sam the ACTUAL bitch, and ‘Lame Liz’.”

  “Duh-Don’t make fuh-fuh-fun of Luh-Liz,” Derek snapped, causing Jim to hold his hands up alongside his head in defense.

  “Hey, hey, hey, broseph. Don’t get stressed, my guy,” Jim replied. “Like I said before, I mean ‘no offense’. I just…”

  “Shuh-Shuh-Shut up, Jim,” Derek spurred, causing the Dingus’s eyes to widen in shock. “I duh-duh-don’t need your huh-huh-help.”

  “Heh… Oh yeah?” Jim chuckled. “Well then, Mister I Don’t Need Help, why don’t you just walk your ‘nonexistent ass’ over there and actually TALK to Amber then?”

  “HUH?”

  “YOU HEARD ME, DAWG. Take your SEX-DEPRIVED, SORRY-ASS over the RIGHT NOW and see what the fuck’s up!”

  Derek gulped nervously as Jim continued to rant, “C’MON, DUDE! Face your fears for once in your fucking life and STOP bein’ such a little bitch!”

  Glaring at the Dingus now, Derek protested, “I’m nuh-nuh-not a buh-buh-buh-bitch!”

  “Okay… THEN PROVE IT,” Jim challenged with a sinister smirk on his face, to which Derek accepted.

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  Setting his lens-covered eyes back on Amber, Derek let out an angry huff and started walking towards her.

  Jim, smirking still, took a sip of beer from the red plastic cup that he held in his right hand as he cheered, “GO GET’EM, CASPER!”

  While Derek went to approach Amber up towards the front of the totally mobbed second floor level, Jim unfortunately caught sight of a very SHITFACED Brent Fuller, who had just stumbled his way up the stairs from the first floor.

  “OH FUCK,” Jim gasped once as he watched the heavily intoxicated bully stagger across the ‘makeshift dance’ floor.

  As Jim tried to keep a watchful eye on Brent, Derek was already HALFWAY towards Amber’s.

  Trying to control his wheezing breaths, the shy geek blocked out all of the music playing.

  Inside of his head, Derek told himself in a non-stuttering voice as he continued towards his dream girl, “You can do this… You can do this… YOU CAN DO THIS.”

  Right as Derek was about to reach Amber and her friends he suddenly got ‘bumped’ in the back by a fellow partygoer.

  Losing his balance, Derek fell down FLAT ON HIS FACE about five feet away from Amber’s group.

  “DAMMIT, DEREK!” Jim shouted after watching his friend faceplant from afar.

  Laying on his chest, Derek grunted in slight pain as he stuttered to himself, “Urgh… Stuh-Stupid!”

  The lowly nerd then looked upward at Amber and her group.

  Amber, being the only one who noticed Derek fall to the ground, had a concerned look in her eyes.

  “ARE YOU OKAY?!” she asked over the loud, almost deafening party music to Derek, but he couldn’t hear her very well.

  Derek was about to reply until an overpowering voice cried out, “WHAT THE HELL?! YOU MADE ME SPILL MY FUCKING BEER!!!!”

  Derek’s eyes then immediately widened as he rolled over on his back to see who was yelling at him.

  The source of the ‘yelling’ was from Keokuk Senior High Varsity Track Star Tyrell Stone.

  Derek now had a very frightened look on his face as Tyrell glared down at him furiously whilst shouting, “BENTLEY?!?!”

  “DOUBLE-FUCK,” Jim said aloud in terror as he watched the towering senior stand over his downed friend ragefully.

  Looking downwards, Derek saw that the beer that Tyrell had spilled on his own designer gray hoodie was soaking deeply into and STAINING its fabric.

  Derek then went to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose once more as Amber watched this scene play out from off to the side.

  Crushing the empty red plastic cup in his right hand, Tyrell spout, “THIS SWEATER COST ME EIGHTY FUCKING BUCKS, YOU DUMBASS BITCH!!!”

  Throwing his cup off into the crowd somewhere, Tyrell lashed out at the terrified eleventh grader.

  Grabbing him by the front of his button up shirt, Tyrell pulled Derek back up to his feet all the while Amber still watched from behind with shock lingering heavily in her widened eyes.

  As the Varsity Cheerleader went to try and say something the crowd had already formed around both Tyrell and Derek, blocking her away from the impending ‘slaughter’.

  Pulling him in close, Tyrell gritted his teeth angrily as Derek gave him a frightened, wide-eyed expression.

  “TRIPLE-FUCK! This is NOT good,” Jim said in great concern from the rear of the crowd. “BACKUP, DEPLOYED!!!”

  Knocking back the rest of the beer that remained in his cup, Jim crumpled it in hand and tossed it away (hitting someone directly in the face) before he started to make his way over towards Tyrell and Derek.

  “Didn’t you hear, Bentley?!” Tyrell shouted in the geek’s trembling, zit-splattered face. “NO FREAKS ALLOWED!!!!”

  Tyrell then used his ‘superhuman-like’ athletic strength to hurl Derek off to the side… WHERE HE LANDED IN THE HULKING ARMS OF BRENT FUCKING FULLER.