The Rules Of Redemption

CHAPTER #11: "Give me the fucking keys!"

"Quick, throw me the keys to Elizabeth!" I shout behind me to Miles with my hands out ready to catch them.

"It's Annabeth!" He shouts even louder in irritation.

"Yeah sure, that's what I said. Now give me the fucking keys!"

Apparently he only needs to be told twice and tosses me the keys, catching them with ease I let go of Miles' arm, open the driver's side door and jump in.

Moments later I hear Miles get in and slam his door shut behind him. With in seconds I have the car started and my foot on the accelerator and the next thing I know we are zooming out of the parking lot at an alarming speed.

"THAT-WAS-AWESOME!" Miles bellows deafeningly loudly in between his huffs and puffs trying to get his breath back.

Miles may go around acting like a hardcore bad ass that breaks the rules, but it's times like this that I realise it's all just an act. Why he puts on the act, I have no clue, but what I do know is that deep down he's a soft hearted innocent little marshmallow.

I let out a long tired breath, looking over towards Miles. "Yeah that was pretty fun aye? Plus you only fell over four times, I'm so proud of you." I say in a teasing manner, looking back towards the road, but reaching over to him with one hand to squish his cheeks together.

As suspected Miles slaps my hand away the second it makes contact with his face and I let out a loud giggle.

What the fuck, why did I giggle? I don't giggle.

I see from the corner of my eye that Miles is examining me. "You know how cute you look when you laugh like that?" He asks me in a serious tone, not an ounce of humour hidden in it. I'm taken a bit off guard by this and a look of confusion comes over my face.

"What? I'm not cute, I'm the furthest thing from cute. Calling me cute is like calling an ogre attractive, it just doesn't happen." I explain showing him that what he said sounded completely ludicrous. He let's out a chuckle at that.

"Hey, Shrek is a great looking guy." Obviously he once again chooses to take the humorous rout instead of the serious one, what a surprise. I don't blame him though, I do the same thing more often than not.

"So am I just going to keep driving straight ahead until we run out of petrol or are you going give me directions?" I ask in a sarcastic tone, wanting to just get to the party, get drunk and get laid.

Wow, come to thing of that
"Chill, he doesn't even live that far from here. maybe about five minutes away, take the next right here." He instructs me and points in the direction for me to turn. Wow, thanks dude I wouldn't have been able to tell my left from my right otherwise.

"It's the one up ahead with the people passed out on the front lawn."

"Gee thanks don't know how I would've been able to find it without you." I thank him sarcastically in a monotone.

The house seems to be pretty big, bigger than any house I've ever lived in, but then again my parents weren't exactly bathing in money. Not only is the house quite big, it's packed and when I say packed I mean it, there's at very least two hundred people here. Oh and not one fucking spot to park. there are literally cars scattered all over the street, there's even cars parked right in front of people's driveways.

I would say that those people will be pissed when they wake up to find that in their driveway but who would I be kidding? There is no way in hell anyone living within ten kilometres of here are able to sleep with the noise coming from Miles' house or 'crib' as he likes to put it.

Finally finding a big enough place to park, I park the car and shut the engine off turning to look at Miles who is typing something on his phone.

I'm actually quiet surprised that Miles was okay with me driving his car, I thought he'd at least try and argue with me about it. Although come to think of it, the only reason he didn't put up a fight would've been because we had a bunch of security guards on our ass.

Oh my god can you imagine the look on his face if I crashed the bloody thing? It would've been priceless.

I'll keep that in mind for next time.

"Al right, ready to get drunk as fuck and have an awesome night we won't remember tomorrow morning?" I ask him with a giant excited smile on my face.

You know how long it's been since I've been to a party? A whole freaking month, that's a month too long if you ask me.

"Oh sweetheart I'm always ready." He says in an equally excited tone, opening his door and stepping out onto the pavement below him.

Following his lead I do the same thing, slamming the door behind me.

"Christ Trinity, can't you be a bit more gentle with Ana, she's fragile." Miles explains to me, sliding his a hand across the hood of his stupid fucking car gently.

Deep breaths Trinity, deep breaths.

Shaking my head at the idiot while pulling my dress down a bit so that it's not revealing too much, I begin to walk towards the front door of the house, ignoring the whispers of girls that's heels are longer than their skanky ass dresses and the wolf whistles from the shirtless dicks that wear more hair gel than clothes.

As I enter the front door I remind myself that if Miles get's drunk and acts like he did last time to pretend I don't know who he is.

Al right alcohol, here I come.

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