The Rules Of Redemption

CHAPTER #12: Kids these days.

"Trinity my sister from another mister, you made it! Damn you look fucking A-MAZ-ING!" Tom's boyish voice booms out as he wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me in close for a side hug.

I let out a laugh at his cuteness, hugging him back.

"Cheers, you don't look too bad yourself Tommy, long time no see." i reply with a grin stuck on my face. I just can't help it, Tom's just the type of person that brightens the mood and lifts your spirit simply with just his presence.

"Sweety it's only been three weeks, but don't worry I completely understand. Just being away from me for a few minutes can seem like an eternity, I have that effect on people." He informs me and I can tell by the tone of his voice and his body language that he's already a little tipsy.

I can tell he's only joking around with me, but it honestly is the truth. I guarantee he's broken tonnes of girl's hearts with out even trying.

"Oh yeah of course, I cry myself to sleep every night wishing I was with you." I say in the same sarcastic tone I use with Miles on the daily.

He let's out a loud chuckle and almost looses his balance, I help steady him and shake my head at him. he still has his arm wrapped around me so if he were to fall I would've gone down with him.

"Well there's no need to cry any more my lady because I'm all yours now. Hey let's go get you a drink, being sober is so hard." Yeah you're telling me. He turns us around and leads me towards the table set up in the middle of the kitchen with heaps of drinks scattered all across it.

As we're walking towards the table of heaven we pass two teenage boys that look to be about the same age as Tom. "Yeah I remember that, what a fucking retard he was." one of them says to the other.

"Stop swearing there is a lady present and she does not tolerate such foul language!" Tom warns them in a serious tone. They nod their heads and continue walking.

Tom turns to me and says "Kids these days, am I fucking right? What dick heads." Was he being legit?

I think he was.

"Yeah unbelievable." I reply to the cheeky little prick.

Pouring myself a drink, I scan the room looking for Miles.

I spot him sitting on a large ten seater lounge over by the television making conversation with a group of guys.

It's almost Miles' eyes were searching for me as well because the second I look over his head turns to my direction and we hold eye contact for a few seconds before his attention is stolen by one of his friends in the small group he was with.

Leaving Tom to the bunch of females that were surrounding him I walk outside to where a bunch of people are half naked jumping into Tom's pool.

I find Sam sitting on a tanning bed by the pool, When he eventually spots me he waves me over to him.

"Hey, it's Trinity right?" He asks me with a smile, offering me a beer as I sit down.

I nod my head thanking him for the drink.

"Yeah it is. So how have you been?" I ask politely trying trying to make conversation while taking a sip of my drink.

"I've been pretty good to be honest. I'm all finished with school, so that's a huge plus. What about you, what have you and my idiot of an cousin been getting up to these past few weeks?" He asks in a friendly tone.

"I didn't know you guys were related, that's so cool! So are you guys close?" I quiz him, completely forgetting the question he asked.

"Uh yeah you could say that. He's more of an older brother to me than a cousin"
Sam explains to me deep in thought.

I've never heard Miles talk about his family life and I'm guessing there's a pretty good reason for it.

"We used all used to be so close as kids and now we've kinda drifted apart. Used to see each other every weekend, now we're lucky if he makes an appearance once every few months." Sam elaborates.

"Well that sucks ass-" I'm half way through my sentence when I get interrupted by some dip shit that looks like a life size Ken doll.

"Hey Sam, my man! What ya getting up to?" the rude prick asks Sam, completely ignoring my existence. Although the way the douche bag is talking to Sam seems like they are good friends, Sam doesn't appear to be elated by his presence, he actually looks pretty pissed of by him.

Sam you are not the only one mate.

"Fine thanks, are you going to stop being an impolite prick and acknowledge my friend or are you going to fuck off?" Sam asks in an irritated, threatening tone.

Ken doll looks confused for a split second, looking around to see what Sam was talking about and when he spots me a look of realisation crosses his face. Ken throws on his charm and looks towards me with a large arrogant smirk covering his face.

"Well, well, well, who is this Sam?" He asks in an annoying tone that is really starting to piss me off. Why can't he just ask me directly what my name is instead of asking Sam? It's not that hard.

"My name is Trinity." I tell him in a clearly uninterested tone.

"A lovely name for a lovely lady." Um I literally just fucking gagged.

When neither Sam or I reply he decides to just continue talking. "So hun, want to come and get a drink with me?" He asks me in a hopeful tone. Oh better not tell Barbie, she'll be pissed.

I just came here to have a good night and enjoy myself, I'm really not in the mood to deal with fuck wits. Taking a deep breath to contain myself from bitch slapping him, I begin to speak.

"Okay listen here mate, I don't mean to sound rude but I would rather get fingered by Freddie Crugger than go have a drink with you." I inform him with a blank expression on my face.

Sam roars with laughter so loud that I'm pretty sure the entire party could hear him. Ken on the other hand is just sitting completely still in front of me, staring at me with his mouth ajar in complete and utter astonishment.

"Al right so I'll see you later Sam, have a good one." I say to Sam in a friendly tone with a smile on my face, ignoring Ken just like he did to me when he first sat down.

Sam salutes me and takes a sip of his drink, closing his eyes and crossing his arms behind his head, I'm assuming to try and block out the annoying prick beside him that doesn't know how to shut his bloody mouth.