Prologue
Ronnie's POV
“Mum I promise I will do better; it will never happen again.” the words escaped my mouth quickly, almost like a reflex.
These were the words I said every time I did something wrong. It normally worked but I had a feeling that this time would be different.
“Ronnie you are completely out of control. I can’t handle you anymore. Every time you do something wrong I get you out of it, and then you just do it all over again. I don’t know what to do with you” she said frustrated
How did I get here?
Well let me take you back to late yesterday night.
It was about midnight and I was out with my two best friends Clark and Nicole. We were up to no good as usual.
Tonight we were drinking in Clark’s shabby apartment. We could only get away with beer so despite how much I hated the taste of it; it was all we had to get us buzzed. I’m not going to lie we had taken a few hits of a blunt earlier in the evening so we were all feeling good.
“Why don’t we go join that freshmen party across the street?” Nicole spoke up
“Why we have plenty of stuff here?” Clark said gruffily
“Come on it will be fun. We can show all those freshmen how to party.” Nicole said standing to her feet and walking towards the door.
As usual we all followed her lead even though i knew it was wrong. We grabbed the beer and the weed and headed across the street. The party was in full swing, well for a freshie party it was in full swing. There was a very expensive looking table in the center of the room that was covered with bottles of wine, cases of beer, and a wide selection of liquor. The floor of the house was already littered with various cups, bottles, and cups. The bass from the rap made the house feel like the house was shaking. No one really seemed to care. You could look at them and tell they were just beginning to get buzzed and loved the new feeling. I figured these kids had to go to the private school down the road. Yep this was a typical rich freshmen party.
Being seniors Clark, Nicole, and I have been to more parties than we can count and knew exactly how to spice up a party.
Clark made a beeline for the alcohol table; Nicole and I headed for the dance floor. I began to grind on this guy who was wearing a red Polo and a pair of khaki shorts. Yep definitely a prep.
He leaned down and whispered in my ear “you’re hot”
I turned around to get a better look at him. His hair was clean cut and his face was pimple free. He was cute and i knew this could turn out to be very fun for me if i played my cards right.
“Well I think you are hot too.” I smirked “why don’t we take this to the bedroom?”
I grabbed his hand and walked with him to the stairs. My heart skipped a beat as the sirens screamed around the house.
Needless to say, the party was busted. Everyone scattered and I was one of the unlucky ones who got caught. I also had a gram of weed in my bag so on top of underage drinking I was slammed with drug possession.
This wasn’t the first time I had been busted with underage drinking but it was the first time I had been busted with drugs.
My mom, being a cop got the charges dropped but now here I sit at the kitchen trouble saying I will do better and this will never happen again.
Normally this worked, but I had a feeling this time would be different. I was right, this time would be nothing short of diasterious.
