Worth

Part 3

Ever since that day, we had remained a team, even sitting at the same table as we realized we all went to the same school! Even after Pam and Blake had became a thing, neither one of us showed any care. Our group understood each other, that's all that mattered...

"You're wrong, actually," Pam says as she pushes her glasses up her face, "It's today. We met this day, three years ago."

"And we didn't think to do anything? Even I have an idea!" Blake exclaims as they stand. "Meet at my house tonight, nine-o'clock sharp! I have some shopping to get before then!" Some faces grow concerned as the bell rings. Andrew nods, "Of course, we'll be there." I stand up and head to class, anxiously awaiting for nine to arrive.

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The bell rings again, signaling the end of classes for the day. It isn't soon after that I feel my phone shake with a message, it read:

Blakers:

Hey! I need your help! Come to the store in half-an-hour! The fate of this party depends on you!

With a heavy sigh, I began my walk towards the store and arrive with almost five minutes to spare. It's with a long pause that I notice Blake stepping out of the store. "I thought you needed my help. Looks like you ended fine."

"Haha. No. You're gonna steal us some alcohol."

My face pales and I raise an eyebrow, "I'm sorry, what?"

"You heard me right. There is no way for us to have a kickin' party without it! I'm gonna distract the shop owner and we'll get to my car around back."

I hold my hands up in a protest, "This is not something we should be doing! Especially for alcohol! Why can't we just get some from one of our parents!"

"Because none of them have the good stuff! Just... Trust me on this one... It'll be fun and stuff! Just... Don't tell Pam how I distracted the owner..." They add before pulling the cap off, revealing a well washed and groomed bed of hair that dangled almost past the shoulders. The freckled face was barely visible as lipstick was quickly applied over the lips.

With a strut, they walk towards the doors which open with gusto to announce their arrival. The atmosphere about them read drunk, and the owner felt it. His face was beet red as just over the counter, you could see the wrinkles in his pants slowly vanish. A dribble of sweat rolled down his face as Blake suddenly lunged towards him, his lips connecting with their's. His eyes closed in pleasure as their hand waves behind them, pointing me towards the alcohol section.

Determined, I storm past with purpose as I grab the goods: three twelve packs of Bud Light and a single bottle of Fireball Whiskey. My feet slide to a stop as I spin around. Quickly, I dash out the door to be quickly followed by Blake. Once out, they stuff the hair quickly back under a hat and wiped the lips clean with a nearby tissue, "That did not happen, comprende?"

"Comprende."

"Good. Now, let's get this stuff to my house, then you home," they pat my shoulder before pushing me towards the car.