Second Chance

Chapter 17

"I really don't want to do this, Riley." I complained as we got dressed back in our motel room. "Why are you so adamant about going to this stupid party anyway?"

"It will be fun, Justin, trust me. Everyone at school is constantly asking me where you are, and it is pissing me off. If you show up to this tonight then it will take the pressure off me. You owe me this, bro." Riley explained.

All day today I've been worrying and drinking, and doing more worrying and even more drinking. I had a little bit of relief earlier this afternoon when I met up with Maria briefly, and when I said meet up I really meant made out. Besides that, today has been pretty stressful, scrolling through Jake's social media. He certainly has gotten popular, maybe even the most popular guy at school, but I was always going to be the king. Always. The only reason why I wanted to go was to prove to Jake that I could indeed show my face at a high school party with a bunch of people I haven't seen in over a month. I was still the best, and everyone still loved me. Justin Blok was the baddest boy at school, and I will stay that way forever.

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Two empty bottles of alcohol later, Riley and I showed up to Jake's ridiculously huge house. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol that made me remember, but I was pretty sure Jake and Alexis were still together. They were basically neighbours, and they were basically dating. Or maybe they just hooked up a lot. I don't know, I couldn't remember. Either way, Alexis was a slut, and apparently she was here. I had no interest in her anymore though, she was Jake's problem now.

"I don't want to do this, Riley." I sang nervously, even though I kind of did want to do this. I was so confused by everything at this point that I didn't even know what I wanted.

"Yeah, and I didn't want to get a tattoo, but look at me now." Riley pointed out, pulling up the left side of his shirt.

Near his waistline, was a graceful curling something inked onto his skin. I had no idea what it was, but he liked it, and seemed to know exactly what it was. It looked good on him though, and I don't think he regretted getting it. I got that skull and rose tattoo that I liked on my chest over my heart. Maria liked it too, along with my four other tattoos on my body. One was a snake winding up my forearm, another was a cool Aztec pattern starting on my shoulder and reaching halfway down my arm. I also had an abstract wolf head on my torso, and these sick trail of dragon spikes starting from the back of my head and going all the way down to my tailbone. Most of them were covered right now though, since I had my leather jacket on.

We approached the back gate, since that's where the party seemed to be. I opened it and we walked in on blasting music, drunk jocks breaking things, and half naked girls in the crystal clear swimming pool. I hated to admit it, but this was a pretty cool party.

"Justin! Glad you could make it." The supremely irritating voice of Jake called. He sauntered over to us, and I could already tell he was half drunk out of his mind. He was probably only a few drinks away from passing out into the pool. If he was unfortunate enough to get close enough to the edge that is. "You too, Riley."

He then stumbled off, leaving an aroma of very strong smelling alcohol in his wake. "So, what do you want to do?" I asked Riley, because I didn't tend to party when I went to parties.

Riley rarely ever came with me, since he wasn't really the party type, so I always went alone and either got drunk to the point where I blacked out, or got a girl and had fun with her. I couldn't really do either of those right now though, since I wasn't alone this time, and I wanted to be a not shitty brother tonight.

Before Riley could answer, a girl came up to us and gave me a flirty smile. "Hey, Justin." She said sweetly, even though I had no idea who the fuck this was. "Glad to see you're still alive." I frowned at her in confusion. Of course I was still alive. Why wouldn't I be? It was Riley who had a thing for almost dying, not me. I was jail-prone moron.

"And out of jail." Another person added, joining the girl. It was Andrew, and I was vaguely surprised to see him here, since he as well wasn't really the party type.

"Oh. You heard? After you and the two other traitors I used to call friends totally abandoned Riley and I?" I asked pointedly.

"What you did was really stupid, Justin. You deserved to get arrested. Again. How many more strikes do you have until you get sent to actual jail?" Andrew wondered.

"Andrew, I think you should go before I hurt you." I advised, starting to get that losing control feeling I sometimes got when I had too much to drink.

"Fine." Andrew said simply, backing away.

I payed no more attention to the girl, and started towards the drink bar. I heard Riley saying something to me, but I didn't really hear him. Thanks to Andrew McPrickhead, I started worrying again. Not about the party though, about legal shit that I tried not to think about too much. I've already been arrested twice, and I thought the third time was the deal breaker. I wasn't eighteen yet, so I wouldn't go to jail, instead I would go to Juvie. That wouldn't last for very long though, because I was turning eighteen in about two months. Holy shit. I was going to be an adult soon. Not the point though. Anyway, so once I was a legal adult I would be shipped off to actual jail, and I would be fucked.

I didn't want to think about any of that right now though, as long as I didn't do anything else stupid for the next few months I would be okay. All I had to do was make it till summer, then I would be free.