Chapter One: Breather
"Okay, take the next left." Rosie instructed from the passenger seat. I nodded and tightened my grip on the steering wheel before making a sharp turn to the left and causing a squeak from my tires. The squeak caused both Rosie and I to wince. Rosie and I bounced off the seat, as a speed bumb swept not-so-gracefully underneath the truck. It reminded me of a game of popcorn on a trampoline.
"Gosh, Brogan, you've got to get that fixed." I rolled my eyes at Rosie and cruised around the outskirts of town looking for the right address. 6211 West Brooks Dr. I repeated the address in my head over and over again as I scanned mailboxes and birdhouses.
"I kind of need money to do that, Rose." She mumbled in agreement, shoving her phone, which she was using as a GPS, deep into her butt pocket. I continued to scan the houses on my side of the truck, none of them giving me any of sign of being the location of a party.
No driveways overflowing with cars, no jocks drinking on the front lawn, no loud music causing your ears to jump off your head. Nothing. I was a second and a half away from loosing hope when Rosie nearly jumped out of her pale skin.
"I think that's it!" She squealed pointing to a huge brick house with black shutters. And yes, this house was over flowing with cars, there were jocks holding solo cups high in the air, but there was no music.
They were probably waiting on me...
Putting my 1999 GMC into park on the curb catty corner to the party house, I took a deep breath and exhaled. The sun glistened off my rusty red truck, hitting me right in the eyes. I squinted and looked over at Rosie, wait, make that Rosie's seat.
She was already out of the car, hugging and kissing her boyfriend, Tucker. I rolled my eyes dramatically and swung myself out of my truck.
"Hey Brogan!" Tucker greeted from the front lawn. His arms were looped around Rosie's waist, her's around his neck.
"Hi, Tucker," I shouted back, using my hand to block the sun. "Mind giving me a hand? My ginger friend left me hanging with unloading all my equipment." Rosie frowned and moaned an apology.
"Sure." Tucker laughed into his response and jogged over to me.
Tucker was a 4.0 GPA honors student with biceps bigger than mine and Rosie's head combined. He was on the football team, wrestling team, and of course, the football team. Rosie and him have been dating since the end of the first semester and I guess things for them are as good as ever.
"Do you have any idea where they want this?" I asked as Tucker climed into the bed of my truck. He gracefully picked up my guitar case and handed it down to me, with a small smile plastered to his face.
"Charlotte's parents hooked Danny up with a nice looking stage. I'm asuming you could just set it there." I groaned at the mention of Charlotte and wondered why she would be nice enough to loan Danny, one of the nicest jocks on the planet, a stage, for me.
Despite all that running through my mind, I kept my response simple. "Okay, thanks."
Tucker handed me down a couple cables and shooed me on to the stage, telling me he and Rosie could handle the rest. I shrugged and made my way up through the drive-way and to the back-yard.
Most of the party-goers were located in the back yard, but it didn't surprise me that there were an abundance of solo cups that filled the front yard. Danny, the host and planner of the Party of All Parties, was socializing near the front door.
"Hey! Danny!" Danny looked around briefly for who was beckoning him. Finally, his eyes landed on me.
"Brogan! Are you ready to rock n' roll?!" he joked.
I chuckled and nodded. "Have you seen my brother? I need his help with some of the technical stuff."
"Yeah, he's out back! Last I saw he was by the pool."
I proceeded forward, all the things in my hands now causing me pain, and shouted a thank you.
The party was scheduled to start at six, and it was just now five. So, that gave me an hour to get all of my equipment set up and scan the stage for any Charlotte shenanigans.
As I made my way to the back yard, I could hear the chatter of teenagers socializing. To my surprise, there was only a few students that filled the back lawn. Most of them were upperclassmen who had a tight relationship with Danny.
The decorations were most likely done by Danny's mom, who is way into that kind of stuff. Light's were swayed along all of the tree's that lined the perimeter of the backyard. There was a table that consisted of almost all brands of soda, and the pool lay right smack in the middle of all the madness.
And in the distant background sat a black stage, set with outside lights, and a ramp to each side of the platform.
Whywhywhywhywhywhy?
Why in the world would, Charlotte, a girl who has hated me since she laid eyes on me, want to help me out? No. She doesn't want to help.
She has something up her sleeve.
"Brogan! Over here!" I was awoken from my deep daydream by Tucker, who stood by the stage and was already helping to set up my equipment, along with my brother, Bradley.
As quickly as my strained legs would allow, I hustled over to the stage to set up my monitor and amp.
"Aye sis!" My brother gripped my shoulder tightly, his muscular hands nearly causing me pain.
"Do you have any idea what Char-whore is up to? You know with setting all this up for me?" Logan rolled his eyes and he quickly shoved various chords in various places.
"Will you relax? Maybe she's changed! I mean, it's been like six years..."
"Exactly! That's exactly why she would use this oppertunity to sabotage me. She's hated me for six years..."
"Okay!" Bradley let out a chuckle. "Why don't you take a little breather...Rosie!" he waved Rosie over from the refreshments table, "Why don't you take Brogan for something to drink- preferably something alcoholic. She's getting a bit worked up."
Maybe some alcohol could calm my nerves a bit, because something told me this night was about to get very interesting...
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