When young men go to war

Chapter 3

After a twenty minute long car drive, we finally arrived at Drake's house. Ash stopped the car and jumped out slamming the door and walking to the front door. I sighed and opened the door stepping out, Shutting the door I followed Ash to the front door.

Ash knocked on the door which was swiftly answered by a tall guy with short jet black hair.

"Hey Ash" he smiled

"Hey phil!" she replied "This is Tiana"

"hey Tiana"

"hey phil" I replied politely with a small smile

"come on in guys!" He stepped aside opening the door wider allowing us to pass through the dark blue door.

As we walked through the hallway the music started playing louder until we hit the living room where the music was so loud I couldn't hear anything else. There were people dancing all over the place, others wondering around with plastic cups in there hand, presumably full of some form of alcohol. We continued walking down the corridor till we hit the Kitchen. There were people all over the place, dancing on tables, snogging (ew) and just chatting.

"meet you back here in half an hour k?" Ash shouted over the loud music.

"kay" I sighed. Just because I couldnt enjoy myself doesn't mean Ash shouldn't enjoy herself.

"Yo." I turned around to see Drake stood behind me. He was deffinatly good looking but he was also a player, stuck up and a general snob.

"what?" I sighed

"who are you"

"Hi pleased to meet you too!" I spat sarcastically

"what ever." he groaned "like your dress" he smirk

"ughh" I turned around and started walking away from the obviously drunk Drake. As I took my first step, I realised it would be my last for the moment as Drake had grabbed my arm. I tried to pull my arm away but he had too tighter hold.

"Drake, get off me" I spat

"haha" he laughed "no, were gonna dance"

"no way" I pulled my arm hard feeling a pain go through my wrist as my hand went through his grip.

"Bastard" I shouted walking off to find Ash, I had a feeling I'd injured my wrist badly, argh he's such a twat.

I walked into the living room to find Ash dancing (badly) with a drunk Phik. I pushed through all the peopld to get to Ash.

"Ash we need to go"

"whhhyyyy" She whined

"I think I've broken my wrist!"

"Argh fine. Phik, see you tomorrow" she winked at Phil then Turned to me "c'mon lets get you to hospital"

We pushed through the grinding people and grabbed our coats walking out the door and getting in the car.

"So how did you brake your wrist?" she asked me

"Drake." I mumbled looking out the window into the bleak, black night. It was currently about 10 and winter.

"what did he do?!" she gasped

"grabbed my arm and I pulled it away, injuring my wrist."

"bastard" she grumbled.

the rest of the car journey was in an awkward silence.