Break Away

Chapter 9

Noah and I snuck out of school fairly easily, they really don't pay enough attention to who's coming and going but that's good for us I suppose. Noah drove us out of the parking lot and headed for the freeway.

"Where're we going?"

"Liquor store, need to stock up for the party tonight."

"Okay." I smiled and put the radio on for the rest of the ride.

Noah parked in front of the large blue-grey building with a smirk and hopped out of the car, I got out a little slower looking up at the building.

"You haven't been to a liquor store before have you?"

I shook my head.

"Come on." He slung an arm around my shoulders and pushed a cart with the other.

The store was quite big, filled with hundreds of different types of alcohol, I didn't even know they made this many different ones. Noah bought a keg of beer, a few six packs and tons of different bottles of spirits. He bought quite a few bottles of coke as well saying people would mix coke and alcohol.

We managed to fit the keg and a few six packs in the boot, the rest of the things had to be carefully packed in the backseat. He even belted some of them in. Looking at the beer made me think of my own father and the fact that he's probably drinking right now, I know the alcohol is what makes him violent but he's the one that chooses to drink. Most people would expect me to hate alcohol but I don't, I just hate how people act when they drink too much. Drinking in moderation is fine, getting a buzz is fine but getting completely wasted to the point of personality change is what I absolutely hate.

When we got back to Noah's house he jumped out of the car and headed up to the house.

"Uh, Noah, what about the alcohol?"

"I'll get the guys to bring it in."

"Oh alright."

Two of Noah's friends were already at the house and they immediately offered to help us get the booze, as they called it, from the car. They wouldn't let me help carry anything so I ended up sitting on the steps up to the house watching them and trying to be encouraging.

As I watched the guys taking everything in I started to notice the sheer amount the Noah'd bought. I wonder where he got the money to pay for all this stuff. I know alcohol is quite expensive... I don't want to insult him by asking, maybe his parents are doting.

"Hey Alex, do you want me to drive you home to get some clothes for the party?"

"No!" I spoke on instinct without thinking. "Uh, what I've got on is fine."

He raised an eyebrow, "You're wearing sweat pants and a tank top."

Damn.

"Come on, I'll take you."

I couldn't refuse without looking like a jerk so I followed him to the car and let him drive me home, when we got there I noticed my father's car in the driveway.

"Uh, my dad's here. Would you mind waiting in the car, he, uh, doesn't like me bringing over, uh, guys."

"Sure, I get it, most parents are touchy about boys."

"Right. Thanks."

That was close. I slipped into the house and quickly made my way up to Kennedy's room, knocked and called out so she knew it was me.

"Hey, how was school?"

"Fine thanks, I noticed you skipped."

"Yeah, I guess I just sorta wanted to be a teenager for once."

"Oh I'm not complaining, it's nice to see you having fun for once."

I smiled, "Well, speaking of fun, I'm going to a party tonight so I'll be out late."

"Have fun and don't worry, I'll lock my door. I want you to enjoy yourself."

"Thanks Ken... I have to go get dressed, can I borrow a pair of heels please?"

She nodded with a huge grin, "Check the closet."

Our father gives us large allowances, Kennedy spends her money on clothes and lunches out with her friends, I save mine up. See our father feels bad for the way he treats us to a certain extent so he tries to make up for it with money. Doesn't work too well.

I grabbed a pair of black gladiator style heels that ended just above my ankle with spiked straps. The heel was thin and high, perfect to make me look a little taller. I pulled on a pair of super tight black ripped jeans and a silver sequenced tank top that clung to my skin comfortably. I put on some dark make-up and brushed my hair, presentable.

Kennedy watched me do all this with a small smile, she handed me a bunch of thick black and red bangles and fixed my hair by brushing it neatly to the side. As a last parting gesture she pulled my top down telling me to show off the cleavage I was luckily blessed with.

Says the hypocrite in a high neck sweater.

I spotted my father passed out on the couch with a beer bottle in his limp hand, I hope he stays like that for the rest of the night.

Noah was sitting on the hood when I came outside, running up to the car with a smile on my now dark red lips.

"Party ready." I smirked.

"Uh... wow, you look good, like really good."

I felt my cheeks heating up, "Whatever, let's go Noah."

"Sure beautiful."

I tried to suppress a smile, "Thanks."