The Block {Slow Updates}

Clark Kent Winters: Party Crasher

Chapter 1- Clark Kent Winters: Party Crasher

Tossing and turning in my bed, I groaned. It was two a.m. and sleep wouldn't find me. Maybe it was because I just had trouble sleeping; or maybe it was because my neighbor had decided to throw possibly the loudest party of the year. I could just have really bad sleeping problems, but I was willing to bet on the latter.

Apparently since school just started she decided she needed to have a party. Every. Freaking. Weekend.

The last few parties that she had were somewhat bearable --if I used my pillow as ear muffs, I could get through the night-- but this one was louder than a T-Rex on steroids.

The cops in my town obviously didn't know how to do their job.

Getting out of my plush and comfortable bed, I grabbed my megaphone, and walked to my window. Having a room on the second story right next to the roof had it's perk. Sneaking out easily obviously being one of them.

Maneuvering in such a way that I wouldn't fall off and die, I tried to be as quiet as possible. If my parents woke up they would be livid. Not about the fact that I'm going to a party with wasted teenagers, but because I went out on the roof and possibly could've killed myself. My parents were crazy.

    Having to put a stop to McKenna's parties was starting to get tedious. I didn't like it, but I also didn't like the constant pounding bass of cheap speaker more.

    Once on my lawn, I wiped hands on Superman pajama pants, thinking of what I would do once inside the party. Actually, I didn't need to think of what to do, I had a plan. The same plan I used every time I crashed on of the Populars' parties.

    Not caring to knock, I walk through McKenna's front door, megaphone in hand. The smell of alcohol, sweat, and perfume impeded my senses, making my gray eyes water.  The humidity of the room was enough to make a sober person gag. Thankfully no one recognized me yet, especially in this getup. I shuffled through couples grinding and making out. Seeing my classmates wasted was sort of funny and sad at the same time. Funny because I wouldn't think that anyone would be stupid enough to do this to themselves; and also sad because they were stupid enough to do this to themselves.

I saw a few faces that were familiar, like McKenna --who was currently prowling for her next victim to put her mark on-- and some other people who lived on the Block, but most of these people were too wasted to recognize. As I walked around the room the few sober people gave me questioning looks, but no one said anything. McKenna hadn't noticed me yet so that was a bonus. As I neared the corner I saw the sound system out of my peripheral. And smacked right into a hard chest.

"What the..." I looked up, seeing a hooded guy with a pair of expensive aviators looking back down on me.

Irritated, stood my ground. He may have been drunk but that doesn't mean that doesn't have to apologize for smacking right into me. "Excuse you." I crossed my arms.

"Excuse me? You're the one who ran into me," Aviator Guy glared at me. His voice was somewhat familiar but because of his getup, I didn't recognize him. Which bothered me. Just like his attitude.

"You are aware that you're inside, right? And that it's dark outside?" I snapped.

Switching out of his glare, he smiled instead, sporting two dimples. "Yes, I am aware of that."

"Are you just so drunk that the lights hurt your eyes? Isn't that a thing?" Cocking my eyebrow, I sized him up. He was tall, and broad shouldered. Most guys my age were still in their stick-thin stage where their muscles were all underdeveloped, but this guy's muscles were definitely developed. The fact that I could tell through his black hoodie said something.