I walked through the house. The smell of weed and alcohol filled my nostrils. To be honest it hurt a little.
"HEY YOU MADE IT! WHERE IS ELI AND BELLA?!" Kyle asked or more like slurred. "They are at the hospital and they wanted to know if you'll be there." I said. He grabbed my arm and led me out the house. "Tyler! You're in charge! Be back in 4-hours" Kyle yelled as he tossed his keys to his best friend.
There is no way I'm spending 4 hours with this jerk. He led me into his car. After putting keys in the ignition, he sighed. "What happened to them?" He questioned looking down a the wheel. "Eli was shot and when he tried to leave he tripped on a stick and broke his leg." I whispered. He looked down at his feet. "You shouldn't drive.... You're drunk." I told him as I rubbed his shoulder. "No way. I only had two drinks and besides I don't trust exes." He grunted. I breathed in and opened the door. I looked back at him and told him "Fuck yourself.".
Kyle's POV
"Fuck yourself" she said as she lifted her body out the chair and walked out. I would've let her go but I couldn't let just let her leave and tell someone.
"WAIT! I'll drive you!" I yelled as I ran out of the car. "Okay."
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HumorKansas is the weirdo that talks to her cat and kissing a Michael Jackson magazine at the age of 17 ... Most people find it disturbing.. Except for her friends. She is the only one who can see how imperfect her life is ..... Or Is it?? ...
