muttered.
“Okay…and why are you home? I’m glad you were and
all, but it’s Saturday night and you’re parents couldn’t really
care less where you were.”
He smirked. “Because, I thought my wing-man had
gotten hooked up with someone and tossed me to the side for the
weekend.”
I grinned, and it hurt so freaking bad. “Nah, not
me.”
“So…what did happen with Ali last night? If I didn’t
know your brother so well, my next guess would have been Ali’s
po-po daddy got a hold of you.” He grinned wildly and I
laughed.
“Ah, don’t make me laugh!” I shouted. “You knew about
that, huh? How come I didn’t?”
He threw his hands up. “Who knows? It was floating
around school, maybe you just chose not to hear it.”
“Must have.” I ducked my head, trying hard not to
kill myself with another grin. “Not a whole lot happened. We went
to the bridge and chilled for a while,” I replied, gazing at the
marble tiled floor.
“Right,” Trip said in a drawn out sigh.
“Let’s get out of here,” I suggested.
“Where to?”
“Any parties going on tonight?” I asked.
He scratched his head. “Miranda Cooper’s having one.
Her mom’s out of town for the weekend.”
“I repeat…and you’re sitting here because ?” I
questioned, knowing how much he liked Miranda.
He shrugged. "Like I said, my wing-man tossed me to
the side."
“Not tonight. Let’s go,” I insisted, setting the ice
pack on the counter.
Miranda Cooper’s house wasn’t but a fifteen minute
drive from Trip’s. When we pulled up, cars were parked bumper to
bumper in her driveway and lined alongside the road. Trip parked
behind a beat-up white two-door car, leaving himself enough room to
pull forward in case someone blocked him in from behind.
I glanced at Trip as he cut the engine, he looked
nervous as hell as he gripped the handle to step out. A prick of a
smile touched my lips, but I forced it back.
Laughter and the sound of Three Days Grace blaring
from speakers somewhere inside filled my ears when I stepped out.
We started towards the house, my mind buzzing with excitement. Trip
whipped out his pack of Newports and handed me one as the tiny
front porch came into view. I stopped to light it. A wide smile
crept across my face, even though it hurt like hell, as the lyrics
from the song playing seemed to stream from the speakers and flow
over me.
“Pain, without love. Pain, I can’t get enough. Pain,
I like it rough ‘cuz I’d rather feel pain than nothing at all…”
I chuckled. It was all too comical that this song of
all songs would be playing the second we walked into this party,
considering my busted up face and all.
“Perfect entry song, huh?” Trip smirked beside
me.
I nodded. “Yeah.” We walked towards the crowded front
porch.
“Who’s that?” I heard someone whisper once we got
closer.
“Seth and Trip,” someone else answered.
“Ouch, talk about pain! Damn, man, what happened to
your face?” someone asked as I started up the steps.
“You should see the other guy,” I replied. It was
nobody’s business what happened to me or by the hands of whom. Only
Trip knew the truth and that’s how I intended to keep it.
“Geez, how can you even see?” A tall slender girl
with long brown hair and curvy hips asked me. Sidney Owens, one of
Miranda’s best friends.
Sidney stood staring at me, holding an unlit joint in
one hand and an almost empty plastic cup in the other.
“It’s not that bad,” I answered, while watching her
glossy lips pucker around the joint she was lighting.
She handed it to me next. “Here, you look like you
could use something,” she smiled as she exhaled.
I plucked it from her fingers and suppressed a wince
as I puckered to hit it. I passed it to Trip next and licked my
bottom lip carefully. It tasted like her lip gloss, strawberries,
now instead of blood.
My eyes automatically shifted towards her as if
pulled by a magnet. Sidney was still staring at me,
“Okay…and why are you home? I’m glad you were and
all, but it’s Saturday night and you’re parents couldn’t really
care less where you were.”
He smirked. “Because, I thought my wing-man had
gotten hooked up with someone and tossed me to the side for the
weekend.”
I grinned, and it hurt so freaking bad. “Nah, not
me.”
“So…what did happen with Ali last night? If I didn’t
know your brother so well, my next guess would have been Ali’s
po-po daddy got a hold of you.” He grinned wildly and I
laughed.
“Ah, don’t make me laugh!” I shouted. “You knew about
that, huh? How come I didn’t?”
He threw his hands up. “Who knows? It was floating
around school, maybe you just chose not to hear it.”
“Must have.” I ducked my head, trying hard not to
kill myself with another grin. “Not a whole lot happened. We went
to the bridge and chilled for a while,” I replied, gazing at the
marble tiled floor.
“Right,” Trip said in a drawn out sigh.
“Let’s get out of here,” I suggested.
“Where to?”
“Any parties going on tonight?” I asked.
He scratched his head. “Miranda Cooper’s having one.
Her mom’s out of town for the weekend.”
“I repeat…and you’re sitting here because ?” I
questioned, knowing how much he liked Miranda.
He shrugged. "Like I said, my wing-man tossed me to
the side."
“Not tonight. Let’s go,” I insisted, setting the ice
pack on the counter.
Miranda Cooper’s house wasn’t but a fifteen minute
drive from Trip’s. When we pulled up, cars were parked bumper to
bumper in her driveway and lined alongside the road. Trip parked
behind a beat-up white two-door car, leaving himself enough room to
pull forward in case someone blocked him in from behind.
I glanced at Trip as he cut the engine, he looked
nervous as hell as he gripped the handle to step out. A prick of a
smile touched my lips, but I forced it back.
Laughter and the sound of Three Days Grace blaring
from speakers somewhere inside filled my ears when I stepped out.
We started towards the house, my mind buzzing with excitement. Trip
whipped out his pack of Newports and handed me one as the tiny
front porch came into view. I stopped to light it. A wide smile
crept across my face, even though it hurt like hell, as the lyrics
from the song playing seemed to stream from the speakers and flow
over me.
“Pain, without love. Pain, I can’t get enough. Pain,
I like it rough ‘cuz I’d rather feel pain than nothing at all…”
I chuckled. It was all too comical that this song of
all songs would be playing the second we walked into this party,
considering my busted up face and all.
“Perfect entry song, huh?” Trip smirked beside
me.
I nodded. “Yeah.” We walked towards the crowded front
porch.
“Who’s that?” I heard someone whisper once we got
closer.
“Seth and Trip,” someone else answered.
“Ouch, talk about pain! Damn, man, what happened to
your face?” someone asked as I started up the steps.
“You should see the other guy,” I replied. It was
nobody’s business what happened to me or by the hands of whom. Only
Trip knew the truth and that’s how I intended to keep it.
“Geez, how can you even see?” A tall slender girl
with long brown hair and curvy hips asked me. Sidney Owens, one of
Miranda’s best friends.
Sidney stood staring at me, holding an unlit joint in
one hand and an almost empty plastic cup in the other.
“It’s not that bad,” I answered, while watching her
glossy lips pucker around the joint she was lighting.
She handed it to me next. “Here, you look like you
could use something,” she smiled as she exhaled.
I plucked it from her fingers and suppressed a wince
as I puckered to hit it. I passed it to Trip next and licked my
bottom lip carefully. It tasted like her lip gloss, strawberries,
now instead of blood.
My eyes automatically shifted towards her as if
pulled by a magnet. Sidney was still staring at me,
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