Rebel

Rebel Chapter 5

I was sitting at the bar in the Underground. I didn't know this bartender but he gave me what I wanted. I had taken several shots when my vision was getting fuzzy. The bartender noticed and took away my shot glass and put it in the back. Ugh. I needed to pass out. Thats all I wanted right now. I wanted to be gone. Out of this hell hole. I laid my head down on the counter and heard someone call my name. I felt a pair of strrong arms grab my shoulders and turn me around on the stool. It was Joe.

"Why the hell are you doing this?!?" he yelled at me. His eyes were scared and yet angry.

"Cush I'm apparenly a shlut!!" I screamed with my drunk talk. He just looked at me like I was insane.

"I don't know what the heck you are talking about but I'm taking you back to my house," he told me while picking me up bridal style. Man the shots and the pot were really taking an effect on me. Yes, I know good girls don't do drugs. But starting tomorrow I am no good girl. Last thing I remember is Joe is buckling me into his car.

I woke up with a pounding head and a sick stomach. Joe was sitting on the bed with a glass of water and an asprin. Why was I here?? Oh yeah, school, Underground, and getting high and drunk. I looked at Joe to see him smiling.

"Do you enjoy seeing me in pain or something," I asked him in a harsh tone.

"A little.  Oh and happy birthday! So what happened that made you get that drunk?"

I was not going to tell him about getting high. He may just kick me out. So I explained what happened at school and he just sat there with an understanding look on his face.

"Well I know what will make you better!" he teased poking my side. "Go back home, get dressed, and we are going birthday freakout shopping!"

"Okay I'll pick you up in about an hour." I said as I stood up and grabbed my bag. Head throbbing, I headed out the front door of his tiny house. I jumped in the Camaro and took off going back to my house. As I pulled around the corner, I saw our three story house. I guess you could say we are loaded.

Mom and dad are both home. Great! I get to feel their wrath of both of them. I pulled up the long winding drive and past the gate. Ugh. This is gonna be just terrific (note sarcasm) I parked the Camaro in the six car garage, and grabbed my suff to go inside.

The minute that door opened I see both my parents sitting there at the table glaring at me. Yep, this is gonna be great. Not even a "Happy Birthday!" Nope just straight to the yelling.

"Where in the world were you?? We were so worried because you never texted or anything!!" Mom yelled at me.

"I was at Joan's mom. Is it so wrong that my best friend wanted to throw a birthday party for me?!?" As I said the last part, I saw the look of shock and embarassment on their faces. I knew it. They hadn't remembered it was my birthday.

"Oh honey! I- Its ju- We were just so busy we forgot honey. I am so sorry! And to make it up to you you can do what you want today. We can go somewhere if you want," mom said apologetically.

"Actually, Joan is taking me to the mall. We've been planning this for a long-" I was cut short by my father.

"Of course, you can go with her. Just have fun and be safe." He walked over to the cabinet and took out some cash. "Here take this. There's about four hundred bucks there. I love you Punkin!"

"Love you too dad," I said back just to make him happy. Dang it the headache is coming back! "Well I got to go get ready. We are going to the mall in half an hour. Love ya guys. And thanks!"

And with that, I ran up the stairs past all the guest rooms, bathrooms, spas, and lounges straight up to the only room on the third floor. My room. My room was the size of a one story version of our house. I had my own kitchen, pool, lounge, theatre and sleeping area. The theme of my room was purple, black, and silver with zebra stripes. Everything else was earthy tones. I went to my bedroom and looked in the walk in closet. Most of it was filled with dressy crap my parents make me where, but towards the back I had my basketball shorts, tees, and skinny jeans. I grabbed a pair of black b-ball shorts and an Under Armour Spandex shirt. I'm not usually aloud to wear anything like this outside of the house but I don't really give a crap right now.

I slip on some Under Armour socks and sport sandals, and grab my sling bag. I grab the cash dad gave me, my wallet and keys to the truck. I'm gonna drive the truck because I don't want anyone scratching my baby. After I grab the keys I run down to the kitchen and thankfully my parents had left. I grabbed a donut and ran out the front door calling a quick goodbye.

Dude, my adrenaline is pumping to the max right now. I rev up the engine of the GMC and pull down our long driveway and head back to Joe's place. I've memorized the roads and the shortcuts from the many times I've come to get him. And after about three alleyways I've pulled onto his road.

I pull up next to the tiny house that he shares with a friend. He moved out because of the way his parents are. They're just like mine. He couldn't handle it so he moved in with a friend once he turned eighteen. He has always told me that I could move in too if I couldn't stand my place. I don't think I could live in such a small place after living at my place for fourteen years.

I honked the horn waiting for him to meet me out here. About that time I see my dark red haired, freckled, goofy best friend come out the door yelling something at someone inside. He jogged up to the truck and clambered in.

"What up brah?" I asked him cuz he had a goofy grin on his face. He just chuckled and looked at me as I pulled onto the street heading toward one of the largest malls a few towns away.

"Nothing. It's just I can't believe you are actually gonna do this. I mean goody two shoes Bailey is gonna go all scene or emo on us. It's gonna be freaking awesome!" he said his smile widening.

"Well here's the plan for today," i said as I handed him a sheet of paper

10:30-12:00  Hair appointment

12:15-12:45 Lunch

1:00-3:30 Shop for clothing against rules

3:30-4:00 get piercings

4:00 get color contacts

4:30 look for a boyfriend

He looked back up at me with a wicked smile. "Let's do this thing!"

Fifteen minutes later we walked into the hair salon. This place was well known for great emo and scene hairstyles. I checked in and took a seat in one of the dressers chairs.

"Hey darlin! What am I goin to be doin for you today," asked the lady behind me.

I explained to her about the freak out and she just chuckled. "My plan is this." I handed her a picture I drew of me with emo hair that was blonde with a black layer underneath that showed about an inch beneath the blonde at the bottom.

"Wow! You are an amazing artist. I can definitely go off of this. So you want platinum blonde on top with black on the bottom layer with scene sweep side bangs?" she rattled off. I nodded and she went to work first with the snipping, drying then dying.

She then went to work on styling it and showing me the steps. When she got done I was amazed. It looked exactly like the picture I drew. I told her thanks and gave her the $80 that I owed. I then went next door and got the supplies she said I needed.

On the way to the mall, Joe kept staring at me. I tried not to notice but the freak wouldn't take his eyes off of me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I snapped at him. He shook his head as if coming out of a trance.

"Its just well..." he said scratching back of his head, "You're looking hot!" I knew that was coming. I punched his arm and turned back to the road. We were only fifteen minutes away from the mall, where we would eat and finish the rest of the freakout stuff. I could already tell by looking in the mirror that this was gonna be great!