James-
Dude, I really don't wanna go. Sides, how we gonna get in? You're only 19.
Jason-
I got my ways ;)
James-
Ooooh... Like let me guess, Caleb gettin' you fake ids?
Jason-
Fake ID. As in 1. I get the ID. All you gotta do, is look pretty :) and innocent ;) if thats possible for you. I say you aren't drinking, and that I'll keep an eye on ya, and BOOM! We in. :D
James-
Why do I highly doubt this will work...
James-
I mean, I know Caleb is good at this shit, but I don't wanna end up spending the night in jail because if underaged drinking and you fucking driving. :P
James-
I can't drive cause I busted up my car. Dumb dump trucks backin' outa ally ways. >:(
Jason-
Wow...
I locked my phone, tossing it on the dresser by my bed and sighed. I really didn't want to go to this club. Jason said it would be good for me. Said I needed some hot meat to get my mind off Tarence. Hot meat isn't going to fix the fact he broke my heart, tore it out, put it back together, and then stomped on it a thousand times till it was nothing but a smear on his precious combat boots.
I sighed again and flopped back on my pillows, wrapping the comforter around me as I stared at the black wall across from me.
My phone vibrated and I quickly checked it.
ONE NEW MESSAGE FROM SARA MASTINS
I stars at the screen for a bit, confused. Sara was Tarence's sister. Why would she be texting me? We never really talked. We only exchanged numbers when I went over to her house the first time.
