Playing With Fire

The Agreement

My nap only lasted about an hour, but I woke up feeling a million times better. I chose to ignore the blinking notification light on my phone until I had taken a shower and changed. It was probably just Callie or someone from back home. Taking a shower was pretty much the best feeling ever. I sat under the hot water for a half hour, letting it run over my body and clean off the sweat, spilled alcohol, and everything else from last night.

By the time I got out of the shower, dried my hair, and put on one of the outfits I just got it was 7:15. I finally checked my phone to see three unread messages. One from Callie about when and where to be tomorrow morning, one from my best friend in Colorado asking how school in Wyoming is, and one from Dillon that simply had my address.

How the hell?

I know people who know people. Come on now Blaire, you should know the small town's bad boy always has the hook ups.

Alright, well a deal is a deal. See you at 8.

Actually, I'm coming now. I'm not a patient person, and it already took you an hour to answer me.

Sorry, I was taking a nap. But seriously, you can't come now. I'm not anywhere near ready.

That sucks. Guess you better hurry up and get ready ;)

You're an ass.

Are you really just now figuring that out?

No -_- How long do I have?

I live about ten minutes away. And remember, I don't like to wait.

Fine.

"Fuck," I hissed. Ten minutes to get ready? At least I already had my hair dried and outfit picked. All I had to do was put makeup on and explain to my mom why I'm leaving at 8 on a school night. Joy.

The makeup only took me about five minutes to put on, but I knew that convincing my mom to let me leave would be hard. I decided to just try walking out muttering something about how I would be home soon, but that plan was shot down the instant I got downstairs and my mom took one look at me.

"No," she stated simply, turning back to her computer.

"Mom, come on. I'm only going out for a few hours. I'll be back soon," I try.

"It's eight o'clock, Young Lady. You should be getting ready for bed," she growls.

"I'm going to be up until at least midnight anyways," I argue.

"It's not going to happen, Blaire. Back upstairs. Now," is all she says.

"Seriously? You force me to move to not only a new school, but a new state right before my junior year. I spent two months upstairs, friendless and bored. Now I finally made some friends and have a life again and you won't let me leave? That's not fair!"

"Life isn't fair. You shouldn't have gotten a detention and ditched in the first week. You're lucky you aren't just grounded," she says, finally turning around to look at me. My phone starts going off and I answer it quickly.

"Hello?" I say, even though I know it's Dillon.

"I'm here," he says. The sound of his voice sends chills up my spine.

"You're gonna have to give me a minute," I whisper, trying to make sure my mom doesn't hear.

"No," is all he says.

"Oh what are you going to do, leave without me? You're the one begging me to come talk to you."

"You have exactly one minute," Dillon says before hanging up. I roll my eyes and turn back to my mom.