The douche is gone

Tom holds up his index finger and points it at you as he reaches to his pocket and pulls out his phone. Sighing, he lifts it up to his ear.

"What?!" he answers it in a rather rude manner, causing you to wonder who called him.

Tom leaves the room and you release the breath you didn't know you were holding. A gentle hand lands on your shoulder and you turn to see Nicole smiling up at you.

"You didn't have to do that," your little sister tells you. "But thanks, though."

Miranda cocks her head to the side from her spot on the couch, a small smile on her face. "You do know he's going to make your life a living hell, right?"

You nod, still a bit stunned that you had the guts to go and punch the school's biggest jerk right on the nose.

"C'mon, he's being an ass the entire night," Matt comments, wrapping an arm around Sarah's waist. "I know he's your friend, babe, but..., well..."

"No, you guys are right," she agrees.

A grin creeps up on your face at knowing your friends and your sister are backing you up. You know right there that you would have hit Tom a thousand times to defend any of them.

At that moment, Tom storms into the room, glowering at you before turning to Sarah. "I've gotta go," he tells her while fishing for his shoes and socks. He switches his gaze over to you. "John, you dweeb, this isn't over, you hear me?"

Everyone watches as he finishes tying up his shoes and heads to the foyer. The front door of Sarah's house opens and then slams close, leaving the five of you alone for the night.

"Well," Matt murmurs, shuffling the deck of cards. "I guess we keep playing, then?"