Counseling The Bad Boy

Chapter 1: The One To Remember

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“S-S-S and M-M-M S-S-S and M-M-M,” I sang along to the song as loud as my voice would allow me. The music was vibrating in my ears, making the house shake with every beat. This was the party of the century, the one to remember.

And it was my party.

Everyone was going to be talking about it. Hell, even their kids were going to be talking about it. It was that huge.

I felt someone grab my hips from behind me and we began to grind. I didn’t know who it was, not bothering to glance back and see, but who the hell cared? It was my party.

The music cut off.

Who the fuck even dared to touch my music? Whoever it was, they were dead. Way dead.

I waved my hands to get everyone’s attention. “Chill out everyone; I’ll get to the bottom of this.” Despite the groans and protests to the lack of music I managed to be heard.

Sliding through the sweaty, close-knit bodies, I made my way to the DJ, smiling at everyone as I passed.

Then I stopped dead in my tracks. What were my mom and sister doing here? What was my dad doing here? Oh shit. They were glaring, and Dad was throwing the ‘disappointed’ look straight my way, sound cable in hand.

Before I could say word he was pointing to the door. “All of you: out!” He commanded. Nobody moved.

They were probably having too much of a good time, I thought smugly.

“If you don’t leave here in the next ten seconds I’m calling the police,” Dad threatened. People in the room began to fidget. Almost as an afterthought, he added “And your parents.”

As if they were some form of magic words, every single person cleared out before you could say ‘busted’.  I’m not joking; I’d never seen a group of kids clear out of a house so fast.

With that distraction out of the way, Dad’s glare became concentrated on solely me. “Dad—” I began carefully, as if addressing a homicidal maniac. Judging by the way he was acting right now, it wasn’t really farfetched.

“Don’t speak,” He almost snarled. He turned to my sister. “Go to your room, Clarissa.” She opened her mouth to protest, but Dad’s face made it evident there was no arguing with him tonight. She turned on her heel and ran up the stairs, leaving me with Mom and Dad.

I decided to try again. “But Dad—”

This time I was cut off by my sister’s scandalized scream from somewhere above. My dad shot me a final glare, as if it were somehow my fault, and shot up the stairs to see what Clarissa was making such a fuss about.

There was a clattering, my father shouting, followed by a bit more clattering. Soon enough, I saw the source of the uproar as Dad began dragging two people back down the stairs.

Oh my god.

It was Danny Powers and Chloe Dean, both of them half-naked. Chloe was desperately trying to put her shirt back on, whereas Danny was just happy to keep his slung over his shoulder, smirk in place. I was surprised Chloe was in such a fuss, to be quite honest. I already knew she was a slut, and she’s just proved it even more by cheating on Mark.