My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 2: Always Classy

"Screw those hoes Mally, it's not like Mike is going date them. I can even kill them if you want."

Francis could barely get a word of her sentence in since her face was piled with popcorn.

I gave her one of my laughing head shakes and then stood up and turned to face my body legnthed mirror on the opposite wall to examine my outfit. I figured I didn't meed to change since I thought this outfit was really cute for what it cost. It was hard coming from a family with only a Father to surport us fiancially, since it also means all my clothes usually came from the thrift store across the road. Although I would describe  

my style as grunge or maybe even indie, so old-used clothes seemed nessecary. My outfits are pretty repetitive though since girls tend to bitch at me for it, like today's outfit for example. Black leggings, dirty shoes, forest green and navy blue plaid shirt, with a sonic youth shirt underneath and unkept wavy dark hair.

"As sick as your outfit is dude, you might want to change what you have underneath, if you know what I mean."

Francis blurted with her body sprawled all over my now popcorn covered bed. I turned to face her with raised eyebrows.

"No I'm afraid I don't know what you mean."

I examined her body, she was actually quite naturally pretty to be honest. With long sleek blonde hair and baby blue eyes. She just never had a boyfriend because people in our school cosidered her outspoken. I preferred the term 'strong willed.'

She sat up and swallowed the last of the popcorn.

"I mean, when there's a party, there's drinking, where there's drinking, there's sloppy drunk sex. Just all I'm saying is prepare yourself, by wearing cute underwear."

"First of all, there will be no and I quote "sloppy drunk sex" since I'm going to be around Mike and his friends most of the night. And second of all, I'm pretty sure wearing cute underwear won't solve anything."

"Exactly Mal! Mike's friends are still males and you are a hetrosexual last time I checked."

"Yeah well Mike's friends are out of the picture. They're extremely cute and funny and all, but most of them have girlfriends and it would just make Mike and I's relationship go downhill if I tried anything on them, it's not like they would date me anyways."

Francis smiled and hopped off my bed, staring at me directly in the eyes.

"Look, I have to go babysit my little shit of a step brother, but all I'm saying is Mike's friends are heavy drinkers so never underestimate the power of alcohol."

Francis reached out for her brown leathered satchel from my wooden floor then made a move for the door.

"Have fun tonight kiddo! And hey, remember to use protection!"

She slammed the door shut and headed down the apartment hallway.

After a couple of mintues of comforting silence in my room, there was a loud continous knock on my door.

"who is it!?"

The door was forcefully pushed open and a familar face was soon standing beside me.

"Ready to have get fucked up Mal?"

Mike smiled carrying a case of beer in each hand and a cigarette in his mouth. His head nudged to the side signaling it was time to go.

"Simon's driving us to his house first to do some pre-drinking drinking, sound good?"

I nodded in agreement and helped him with the beer.

When we hopped into the car I quietly greeted simon and put the case of beer in the empty seat beside me. He said hi barely making eye contact with my from the driver's seat. He's been Mike's bestfriend since middle school. I've never really talked to him before but he's really funny and always used to bring these slutty attractive girls to our house to hookup with. It's quite misfortunate really.

Putting on my seatbelt I felt something kind of squishy in my purse. I went to see what it was and I discovered it was a condom with a note attatched to it. Making sure Simon or Mike didn't notice what I was holding, I slouched done in my seat and opened the note that read; ''here I found this on the side of the road, don't make babies, peace out -Francis" At that point it was so hard not to smile. I placed the condom and the note back inside my purse. I know she had a bad hookup last year with some senior greaser and she's never drank since, but I've only drank once, only idiots get drunk enough to do regretful things like that.

Unlike other girls in my school, I have some class.