The Bad Boy Chronicles

Chapter Seven

I woke up the next morning on a couch with Katy snuggled up next to me. I could already feel a pound in my head from the hangover and both of us smelled of whatever alcoholic beverages we had last night.

See, we had at least one person, Katy, stay sober so that we could go home that night, but she got introduced to rainbow shots. So then it was Alex's turn to stay sober, but that plan crashed and burned when he did six keg stands, smoked weed with Arden (and some dropouts we used to go to school with), and hooked up with one of the bleach blondes. That meant that I had to rely on myself to stay sober, but I let curiosity get the best of me and I drank a lot of the party mystery drink and danced, a lot. Curiosity killed the cat and now alcohol is killing my liver.

"Guys, get your lazy butts up!!" Arden ran into the living room frantically. She started picking up solo cups and placing them into stacks on the ground.

"Whhyyyy" I whined as I got up. The room started to spin so I flopped back down on the couch.

"Because my parents are gonna be back in an hour and a half. That's why."

I jumped of the couch and ran to get trash bags and knocked Katy off of the couch, which caused her to crash on to the hardwood floor with a loud thud.

I hurried into the kitchen and tripped over a shirtless Alex, who was asleep on the floor lined with somewhat empty solo cups and shot glasses. I shook him to wake him up. Nothing. I tried again. Still nothing.

I got the bags and walked back into the living room where Arden was still picking and stacking up the cups. There were a lot more than what I had expected. Then again, if there's teenagers and free booze then this is a what you would expect.

I handed her one of the trash bags and asked if she had an air horn.

"It's in my bedroom nightstand, second drawer." She replied while putting the growing stacks in the trash bag that she held in her hand.

I walked up the stairs to get to her room.

"Third door on the right" I said to myself as I opened the door and looked into the room before entering. There was a couple asleep and cuddling under the sheets. There was clothes scattered around her room and they weren't Arden's. I walked to her bedside table and looked in the second drawer. I looked through empty candy and chip wrappers and finally found an air horn. I pressed down on the button and a loud honking sound came out of it.

The couple that was in her bed jolted upwards. The expression on their faces were hilarious. It was a mix between 'where am I?' 'What happened last night?' And 'Jesus, what was that noise?'

"Stay and help clean up or get your butt up and out of this house." I said in a bitter tone. We needed help and if people weren't gonna help, they needed to get out.

"Baby, I'll stay and help. Go home and I'll come over after I get done." The female of the relationship said. I stood their watching their conversation go back and forth. I hit the airhorn button once more.

They flinched and looked at me wide eyed.

"She stays to clean. You go home. End of discussion." After saying that I turned on my heel and walked out of the room. I woke up everyone else the same way. By the time I was done, most of the people had left.

We started cleaning with a small group of hungover teenagers. Arden, Katy, and I were in the kitchen cleaning all of the alcohol off of the floor and counters.

"Oh, you might want to wash your bed sheets." I said to Arden while cleaning out a bowl with some of the mystery drink still in it. She started scrubbing the counter harder and with anger.