St Jimmy

Chapter 7- St Jimmy

We were all dressed and ready to go by seven. Taylor wore a tight, short white dress, red leather jacket and black biker boots. Liberty wore a long baggy red t-shirt and tight black leather leggings with black converse. Maxi put a black bow in her hair, wore a black shirt and a white tie with blue jeans. Alex wore a black vest top with red jeans and black biker boots. I just wore my new outfit that I’d been wearing at practice.

“Right we’re ready; now let’s get ourselves in the mood to rock!” Liberty cheered pulling out a crate of beer cans from the mini fridge. She chucked us all a can.

“To reunion!” Maxi yelled, raising her can. We raised ours, downed them and went outside to load all our gear into Liberty’s red van. Maxi, Alex and I, stood in the back of the van with the gear, while Liberty drove and Taylor sat in the passenger seat. I pulled the doors shut.

“Drink driving Liberty, terrible,” I sighed sarcastically.

“I should in all seriousness stop, honestly before I kill someone,” she laughed. She turned on the stereo and started driving. The Runaway’s ‘Cherry Bomb’ came blasting out the van’s speakers.

“Can’t stay at home, can’t stay at school,” we sang. We were all slightly pissed because we’d had beer all the way through practise anyway. Liberty turned a tight corner and all of us in the back fell on the floor. We rolled on the floor laughing, and when we arrived outside Greig’s we had to re-do our hair. Greig lived in a large house, the only building in a large side street. We didn’t even have to knock on the door he was waiting for us.

“Hey girls,” he smirked. We didn’t reply, I swung my bass over my shoulder with the strap and followed the rest of the girls into Greig’s house.

“Where d’you want us to set up?” Alex asked. Greig led us through to a large empty room. The whole place was open plan.

“Spare room,” he sighed. “This place is too fucking big.” There were sockets for us to plug in everywhere. We leant all the guitars (including my bass) against a sofa in the living room while we set up the rest of the gear; I helped Liberty carry in her drum kit. I carried the bass drum and high hat and placed it on the stage, well the raised flooring, at the back.

By 9, many ‘Hounds’ were pouring into Greig’s house. There was no sign of Jimmy, to my disappointment. He could be a bit of a prick from what I’ve seen but a very hot one. I liked him; I liked him a lot. After last night, I just wanted to be with him. Greig’s house was now like a club, the whole lower floor was filled, and there were even people hanging around on the stairs. He had hired a bartender to serve drinks at his bar and the stereo blared. I wanted to find Jimmy before we played, and ask him why he left this morning. I walked around on my own as the other band members were either snogging their boyfriends or making final adjustments to the equipment.  I got myself a drink, a Stella and continued my search. I asked around, and no one had seen him. So instead I went to find someone that I knew. I found Danny and Roxy.

“No luck?” Roxy asked.

“No, I’m getting worried,” I sighed, sitting down on one of the many sofas with them.

“Honestly, you shouldn’t worry about this guy,” Danny raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah, but still, what if he’s lying dead at the side of the road, with a junkie pissing on his fucking corpse!” I exclaimed.

“God Jett, you have low expectations of him,” Roxy laughed.

“Anyway, I gotta go, will you tell me if you hear from him yeah?” I said, dumping my Stella on the coffee table.

“Yeah,” Danny replied. I stood up and found Maxi, Taylor, Alex and Liberty. We had arranged to meet in the bathroom. I was the last there.

“Hey, we’ve got 5 minutes,” Taylor smiled.