Chapter 7

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They had all agreed to meet up outside of Fogell's work, their plan was simple. They would catch the bus together, get off outside of the liquor store, secure the booze, catch another bus to the party - easy right?

Ally got there before the others, she had been waiting for about 5 minutes now, quickly getting bored. She let out a sigh, leaning back onto some random car, hoping that its owner wouldn't come and scream at her for touching their whip. She stood for a second, watching the road, waiting for Seth and Evan to pull up on the bus. She was trying not to think about what had happened earlier. She had thought about it for a while, as she walked home from Fogell's house. Ally had mostly come to terms with her feelings, that she still couldn't really make sense of. She thought about it this way - it didn't really matter what went on between them, Fogell would go off to college in a few months anyway. She wasn't really planning on pursuing anything with him, she figured that whatever happens, happens. It is what it is - she thought that way about most things, which was both one of her best, and worst qualities. When she couldn't be bothered to turn in her homework - it is what it is. When her grades started to drop - it is what it is. When she didn't get into college - it is what it is. In the long run, that mindset probably wouldn't turn out very good for her. She can't get a good job? It is what it is. She has to work in a dirty restaurant for shitty minimum wage for the rest of her life? It is what it is. She ends up living in a crack den with her 5 kids at the age of 28? It is what it is. She never really thought about the future, as long as she's having fun right now, that's all that matters right?

She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard Seth call out to her,

"What's up dickwad?" he shouted, him and Evan walking towards her.

"Hey!" she greeted him back,

"Where the fuck is Fagell?" Seth asked her, like she was supposed to know.

"I dunno" she shrugged, "Just got here, same as you."

Seth raised his arms up in annoyance, he seemed to be annoyed a lot lately. Understandable, he thought that his whole life relied on this party. The way he saw it, supplying the booze for Jules' party was a fucking pimp move, a one way ticket straight into her pants.
"We gave him one fucking job." Seth said, squeezing the bridge of his nose.

Just as she was about to answer, Seth spoke again,

"What the fuck..." he said, looking somewhere behind her.

She got up off of the car, turning to look at whatever he was talking about, seeing Fogell walking towards them, dripped out in the clothes she had told him to wear.

"What the fuck is that?" Seth asked, signalling to the waistcoat he was wearing.

"It's vest, dumbass" he stated, obviously.

"You look like fucking Pinocchio" Seth commented.

Ally laughed at that,
"Yeah Fogell, what the fuck is that?" she asked, deciding it was funny to be a dickhead, "Where are you going, the fucking Synagogue? You look like my Jewish uncle in that thing."

Fogell looked at her, squinting his eyes in confusion,
"What the fuck babe? You told me to wear this" he said. She squinted back at him, now also confused.

"Babe?" Evan turned his head, whispering to Seth,

"I don't fucking know" He whispered back, before continuing with the conversation.
"You know, they got a lot of booze in there, if we get it now we can get to the party faster with all of Jules' shit."

"You fucking idiot, he works there, they know he's not 25." Ally said, stating the obvious.

"No one said anything about him, dickmouth," he turned to look at Fogell now, "You really fucked me on this one, now i gotta go in there and steal the booze."

Ally shook her head, her brows furrowing in confusion before going back to normal,
"Woah that's a big fucking jump. If you're so confident then why don't you just go in there and try to buy it."

"Look, please don't" Fogell said, before Seth could answer, "I'll get the liquor later, Mike Sniders ID always works, so will mine man."

"Yeah, but Mike Snider's ID doesn't have one fucking name on it! Okay?" Seth practically shouted, "I thought you Dartmouth guys would be smart enough to understand that."
They all looked between each other, not knowing what to say, before Seth broke the silence.

"Now Seth's gotta pick up all the pieces." He said, walking off towards the store.

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