Isn't It Ironic?

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - Braelyn's POV

My feet hit hard against the pavement as I sprint. I can hear the sirens getting louder so I turn on a dime, entering a dark alley. I jog down it and turn another corner, the woodline just ahead. Again, I break out in a sprint. I glance backwards, the blue lights are rounding the corner. I pour on the speed, crossing the woodline and disappearing into the trees.

I lean against a large oak and slide to the ground, finally catching my breath. My lungs are burning and my feet are throbbing, but I made it.

I hear a twig snap to my left. I turn my head quickly towards the sound. Leaves crunch and someone is breathing loudly. I clutch my knees to my chest and pray that it isn't the cop. I squeeze my eyes shut and mouth silent prayers.

"Woah. Hey."

I open my eyes and a teenager, probably around my age, is standing there. Leaves are sticking out of his blonde hair and his shirt is inside out. He's clutching a red solo cup in one hand and his eyes are opened wide. He sits against a tree across from me.

"I don't remember you." He says, switching the cup to his other hand and wiping his now empty hand on his pants.

"I don't think we've met."

"Were you at the party?" He asks, confused, and takes a slow drink from his cup. I shake my head. "Oh. What're you doin out here?" His words slur slightly.

I just shrug. "Long story."

He nods, takes another drink, then throws the cup to the side. "My name's Matt." He smiles a little and runs his hand through his hair, knocking some leaves to the ground.

"I'm Braelyn." The sound of sirens fades to nothing. "They're gone." I breath out.

Matt climbs to his feet and I do the same. We both walk in the same direction, Matt stumbling and tripping over his own feet. "Come on, then." I walk over to him and put his arm around my shoulders. He reeks of alcohol.

"Thanks." He smiles again.

"How much have you had to drink?" I ask, my eyebrows knitting together.

"I dunno. A few." We walk a little further, until I stop because we're at my car. Matt points ahead. "My cars a couple blocks that way."

"Uhm, no."

"No?"

"I'm not letting you get behind the wheel."

"Why?"

"You're obviously drunk. If you get into an accident, I'm not gonna be that idiot that let you drive."

"Well then what am I s'posed to do?"

"Well.. I guess you can stay at my place."

"Will your parents approve?"

"I don't have parents." I say angrily and unlock the car. We both climb in. "I don't live too far." I say as I start the car and pull away from the parking lot.

"Why no parents?" Matt blurts.

"I don't wanna talk about it." I chew on my lip.

"So you live alone?"

"No. My best friend lives with me and her boyfriend is around a lot."

"Oh. Ok."

We ride the rest of the way in silence. I pull down the long, dirt driveway and park in the two car garage. Allie and I live in a nice sized 3 bedroom house that I inherited, completely payed for. Matt follows me inside and to the spare room. He kicks off his shoes and falls into the bed. I click the light off and go to shut the door. "Braelyn?"

"Yeah?" I turn around.

"Thanks." Matt mumbles.

"No problem." I close the door and go to my own room, which is right across the hall. I change my clothes and lay down. I'm pretty tired, and as soon as my head hits the pillow, I fall asleep.