Phoenix

Chapter 4: I will never drink again

We all pull up to the Walmart in town and wait in the parking lot.
"What are we doing here?" I ask Aron. He never told us we were coming here.
"Waiting for someone." He takes the keys out of the ignition and leans his chair on top of Tanya.
"Hey!" Tanya lightly slaps Aron in the face, "I'm squished!"
"Not my problem." Aron smiles and prepares himself for the attack of slaps from Tanya, and covers his face in his arms.

I jump as I hear a knock on my window. I look over to see Laura, Aron's girlfriend, looking at me through the window with a smile on her face. She had obviously seen the little battle raging between Aron and Tanya. I look over at Aron and seeing him still worried about being slapped to death, I just shake my head and get out of the front seat to move to the back.

"How's it going Jo?" Laura asks and I'm tempted to hit her with the door. Only my  best friends and closets family members called me Jo. I had multiple nicknames. since my name was pronounced Jo-on-uh, I had alot of teasing since I was little. There was Jo, Jonah, Aunna like in Frozen, just plain anna, and there was even a weird one in 3rd grade. Jo-bi-one-kanobi.
"It's fine." I don't look at Laura as I hop into the back of the jeep. Laura has never really been that bad of a person, she just didn't have the right kind of vibes for me. She was always happy, but not the contagious type. More of the annoyingly happy kind where it just gets extremely annoying after like, 30 seconds.

"I didn't know that she was coming with us." I whisper in Tanya's ear
"Yeah, why does she have to ruin everything that we get excited about?" Tanya whispers back and sits back in her chair with her arms crossed.

"Well, Now that we've got everybody from here," Aron places the keys back in the ignition and starts the car up again, "We can go to our next stop."
"Next stop?" I widen my eyes and look at Aron angrily.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you guys." Aron shrinks away from my anger, "Grant's coming with us."
"GRANT?" Me and Tanya both sit up and stare at Aron, not even bothering to hide our anger.
"Sorry," Aron struggles to keep his eyes on the road and leans forward on the wheel to get as far away from us as possible, "He wanted to come! I couldn't just leave him to walk!"
"Yes you could've!" I yell at Aron, ignoring Laura's startled expression and recoiling like Aron, "The only reason that he walks is cuz he crashed his motorcycle and his car!"
"And the only reason that he lost his bike is cuz he was racing." Tanya added in. Tanya was residing to her quiet anger. It was much more scary than he yelling anger. I have a scar to prove it.
"Well I can't just leave him!" Aron throws his hands in the air. We all scream as the jeep starts going to the right of the road, and Aron puts his hands back on the wheel.
"It's too late now." Aron breaks the silence when we all calm down, "I already told him that I would take him, and we only have one seat left."

Me and Tanya both turn our heads slowly to the seat in the middle of us. Then our heads move up to look at each other, and we both wear an expression that says 'oh crap'.

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"Hey man," Grant comes out of his house with clothes that hadn't changed at all. He was wearing a leather jacket, black skinny jeans with black leather chaps, and leather hand gloves with spikes coming out of the knuckles. His hair was spiked in all different directions and he wore guyliner, him and Aron looked like twins.

Grant hops into the jeep and I get in after him. He smells like baby lotion. Gross.
"Thanks for pickin me up dude," Grant makes himself comfortable in-between me and Tanya, "the parents didn't feel like gettin my bike fixed this weekend, so I needed a ride."

"No prob bro." Aron turns back to the road and peels out of Grants driveway.
Grant drapes his arm over the back of me and Tanya's seats, and pulls us close to him. Sick.
"You ladies look sick dude." He looks us over and rests his eyes on Tanya, "I like that top on you, it looks nice."
Tanya self consciously pulls on her top, and trys to move away from Grant but he holds her hostage in his one armed embrace. He focused most of his leather clad arm strength on Tanya, allowing me to move away from him, and get at least an inch in-between us.