The Secrets Of Journey Reynolds

Chapter 2: Drinking Early

After the ten minutes of following his loud motorcycle, we pulled into a parking lot. Ahead of the spots we chose there was a liquor store, obviously closed.

I grabbed my purse and hopped out of my car. I was greeted by Terrance leaning against his motorcycle, arms crossed on his chest and a smirk on his face. "It's closed," I said a bit disappointed.

"Don't worry," he replied, his smirk wider as he walked up to the building turning around and motioning behind him with a slight nod, his smirk gone, "we gotta go around back."

I sighed, "okay, fine," he started walking around the corner of the building and I wasn't far behind.

As I was turning the second corner he had already injected keys into a door in the back of the building. I leaned against the wall near the door and watched him open it.

He motioned for me to go inside, but I didn't want to go in first since I didn't completely trust him. After a minute or so he rolled his eyes and sighed, walking into the store. "Come on, I won't kill you, trust me," he said with a serious tone. With a nervous laugh I inched into the store after him.

"Where's the red wine?" I asked immediately, wanting to leave as fast as possible.

"Over there," he said pointing to the far side of the store not even looking up from the rack of beer. I rolled my eyes and walked to where he pointed. No wine.

"It's not here," I said looking over at him. He was half way through a bottle of beer. I could tell I had startled him by the look on his face.

"What?" He said confused.

"It's not over here"

"Oh," he thought for a second, "it's over here," he pointed to a shelf next to the beer. As I walked over he finished his bottle and grabbed another.

I bent down and grabbed my grandparents' favorite bottle of wine, examining the bottle to make sure it was the right kind. I looked at Terrance fast enough to see that he was staring at me again, but once he noticed I saw he looked down at his bottle. I cleared my throat to get his attention again and asked, "whiskey?" And he pointed to the next isle. This time I avoided bending over by grabbing one from the top shelf, even though it wasn't their favorite.

"Wanna share a bottle?" I quickly turned to face Terrance and he smiled.

"I...uh...I...I can't," I stammered and gulped nervously, I couldn't...not again.

"Oh come on, just one drink, please?"

"Um...I uh...." I couldn't resist the sweet, hot taste of alcohol, "o-okay."

He smirked, "alrighty," he walked and grabbed another bottle of whiskey, clashing it into the one I was holding, "cheers."

I smiled and he smirked. I put the wine down and opened my whiskey. We both drank about half of our bottles and laughed at names of liquor until we migrated to the back of the store and sat on the floor.

"Okay," he announced, "truth or dare, ready?" I nodded in reply, taking another sip of whiskey. "So, truth or dare?"

I thought for a moment then decided, "truth."

"Okay, where are you from?"

I slurred my answer, "I was originally born here but we moved right after I was born to...to Delaware," a few seconds later I asked him, "truth or dare?"

"Dare," he answered quickly.

"I dare you to tell me where you're from," I slurred, pointing at him and touching his nose.

He chuckled, "that's not how it works, but okay, I was born and raised here," he smirked a drunken smirk, "I've got quite the reputation, you'll learn at school on Monday cutie," with that he poked my nose. "Now, truth or dare missy?"

"Truth"

"You like anyone in town yet?"

"I...hmm...not sure, what about you mister Terrance?"

He laughed, "I might," he then put his hand on my thigh and took and drink of whiskey. I couldn't help at blush at his touch.

I looked at him but he was already looking at me. We were interrupted by my phone going off. I quickly pulled it out and looked at the time, 12:32pm. I had been gone for over four hours. My grandmother was going to kill me!

I answered, sobering up from guilt and worry. Her voice sounded strained and worried, "Journey dear? Are you alright? You've been gone an awful long time."

"Yes, I'm alright. I'll be home soon, I promise, I just got caught up with...a friend."

"Oh, okay," her voice sounded calmer and happier now that she knew I was okay, "I hope you're having a great time with...I'm sorry I don't recall their name?"

"Oh...uh...it's...um...I'll be home soon, love you, bye." I hung up and turned to Terrance, "what's your reputation? Good or bad?"

He chuckled, "you'll know soon enough. Anywho, do you need a ride home?"

I stood, grabbing my things, the wine, and a new bottle of whiskey, handing the other to Terrance. "I should be fine thank you," I looked at him sweetly, "see you on Monday."

"See ya on Monday, cutie," he replied smirking and winked at me. I couldn't help blushing a little and smiling, he was charming.

I rushed to my car and hopped in. I put the key in the ignition but it failed to start. "Damnit," I hissed to mainly myself. I laid my head on the steering wheel in disappointment when suddenly I was startled by a tap on my window. I looked up and was greeted by the beautiful eyes of Terrance Collins.

"Car trouble?" He asked as I rolled the window down.

I sighed, "yeah...the damn thing won't start."

"Let me try," he said sliding his hand over me to the key and turned it. Surprisingly it started and I smiled.

"Thank you"

"No problem," he said smiling and pulling his hand back out. He stepped away and got on his motorcycle, giving me a wink as he pulled out of the spot and drove off. I followed him a few seconds later after my slight blush disappeared. For once I couldn't wait for school.