Hate Me

Chapter four

"Mom?" I yell out, walking around the house to find her "Alison," my dad appears from the kitchen, a scolding look on his face "Don't yell," he shakes his head "Your mother is in the basement," he directs, waiting for his back to turn as I use my hand to mimic him.

Going down the basement steps, I see my mom arranging the basement, it being almost fully unpacked now. "Hi, dear." She muses with her mother like senses, knowing I'm there with out looking at me

"I'm going out," I tap my hand against the railing, "Where to?" She spins around, "A place called The HideOut," I shrug like it's no big deal "A bar? Oh no no no," she waves a finger at me.

A dramatic sigh escapes my lips, rolling my eyes momentarily "All the teens go there, it's fine." I state, this is why I usually don't actually tell my parents where I'm going. Ignorance is bliss and all that.

Her lips pull to the side in thought, "Fine, but no staying out too late. We are going out of town with Dustin and his mom tomorrow," she pauses for the briefest of seconds "They're not going to be playing the devils music, are they?"

A blonde brow raises, "Of course not. Only the finest selections of slow, boring music." I pull a tight lipped smile, going back up stairs and regretting saying anything. I really need to stick with my lies.

As I open my front door, I jump back.. seeing Steve standing there about to knock "Oh, hey." I say in shock as he shows his pearly whites in a soft smile "Sorry," he pretends to knock them drops his arm down

"I was wondering if you wanted to go for a ride?" He asks hopeful, hearing my mother come up the basement steps "Oh is that you Steven?." She beams behind me, cue another eye roll.

"Yes, hi Mrs. Clark." He puts his hand up with a small wave "Are you going to the.. whatever with Alison?" My mother steps closer "Just say yes," I whisper to Steve as he nods enthusiastically. "Yeah, the whatever.. of course." His brows are knit together, confused what he was agreeing to.

"Thank you," I breathe out as I finally manage to get outside with out my parents crowding around "You can actually come if you want, I'm going to the Hideout." I say, unlocking my car door "Not really my thing," Steve laughs abruptly,

"Suit yourself, be lame." I tease with a grin as he shakes his head, "I am not lame," he chuckles "Prove it," I bite, watching the gears turn in his head as he opens the passenger door "Okay fine, I'll go. I'll show you how fun I am."

Steve was more so talking to himself, like he truly had something to prove. "Yeah, yeah." I laugh, pulling out of the drive way and letting Steve direct me to where the hideout even was.

Pulling into the parking lot, I park among the few cars there. "I can drop you off at your place if you.." I start as Steve puts a hand up "it'll be fun," his voice was higher pitched "What's the worse that could happen?" He asks rhetorically, opening the passenger side door.

Usually when people asked that question, everything went wrong. Considering it was evident that Steve and Eddie aren't quite fond of each other, I'm not really expecting the best outcome.

Steve and I seat in a booth in the far corner, him being across from me. It's not like there was many booths, only four that lined the back wall. The rest was open floor seating.

I had to admit, this did seem like my kind of place. Rock and metal posters everywhere, with those genres playing as well. All the people seeming like those I would hang with, varying styles and personalities.

Deep red ambient lighting, lots of black decor and furniture.. I was beginning to realize Steve stood out like a sore thumb with his every suburban moms dream son in law attire.