It was about four am, the bright, amber, sun was rising up beside the beach, however the party was still continuing. The house was intoxicated with smell of drugs; the alcohol lingering on people's breath, the marijuana odours that have seeped into clothing and fabrics, and the cocaine which smells faintly of gasoline. The red, bloodshot, glassy, and unfocused eyes were everywhere. People, who didn't even attend Oakwood, were turning up to the party. The house was jammed with people, every turn, you felt a body. Wyatt had to force people to leave, but they proceeded with the party outside, polluting the clean, alluring beach, with empty red cups. He didn't even know where the people were getting the drugs. It was getting out of control, Wyatt had to stop it.
Wyatt got his megaphone, which he never thought he would use today, then gulped before shouting "I'm calling the cops!"
Suddenly all the under-aged drinkers rushed out of the house, however there was some older men, who didn't leave. "Right you lot!" Wyatt pointed at the bunch of middle-aged men, who were flirting with the young, school girls.
"There's a twenty first birthday down town, you guys would be better off there, as these girls are only sixteen!" The men left immediately, feeling embarrassed that these girls are only children, leaving the young girls to depart as well.
Half the people have left, leaving a whole lot of mess, for Wyatt to clean up after.
Just as Wyatt sat down on his black leather sofa, that was left smelling like all the drugs on earth, AJ came up to him.
"Shaun is here." AJ whispered to Wyatt.
"Shaun, your Shaun? That explains the drugs." Wyatt pulled his hair back.
"I can't be here." AJ looked around anxiously, as his face turned bright red.
"Go, go and hide in my room, I'll deal with them." Wyatt fiddled in his pocket, trying to find his bedroom key.
"Can't seem to find it. I remember, that I locked my room, then I stuffed the key into my pocket, but now it's gone." Wyatt scratched his head.
"Doesn't matter, I'll just leave." AJ continuously turned his head anxiously.
"Yeah, you should, this party is getting out of control anyway." Wyatt escorted AJ out, making sure that nothing happened.
When Wyatt returned to the house, and he felt air being exhaled onto his neck.
"Where is he?" Shaun demanded.
"Well, well. Look who we have over here." Wyatt chuckled, as he turned around, to face towards Shaun.
"Tell me where he is, and I'll leave you, because I know how much you hate me."
"I rather you hurt me, than hurting him." Wyatt's face was serious.
"Plus, when did I ever hate you." He smirked with a smug face.
Shaun punched Wyatt with his abnormally, large, muscly arms.
Wyatt fell to the ground immediately holding his bloody nose.
Everyone stopped and stared at them.
"You weak, little, fragile..." Before Shaun could finish his sentence, he was knocked onto the floor by a frying pan.
AJ returned. "I'm old enough to solve my problems." he said to Wyatt as he helped him up.
"You owe me a new frying pan now." Wyatt laughed whilst holding his bleeding nose.
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Teen Fiction"Your secrets are no longer secrets, Wyatt." Wyatt read the note out loud. What? How would anyone know? No one should know. Sweat trickled down from the back of his neck sending a shiver down his spine. "In fact, I know all of your secrets - Adrian'...
