The Story of How Everything went Downhill

2.

One thing I think I should tell you about Aaron is that he has the ego the size of a million pound killer whale.

And one thing I think Aaron needs to know, in case he will ever read this, is that, dude! You aren't the freaking king of England, alright? Just because you play basketball for the school team and score more than any other idiot on that team does not make your life worthy of a reality show on E! Network.

Of course he's my best friend. I mean, that's why I can say, or write, about him whatever the hell I want. If he wasn't, I wouldn't give a shit about him, because then, it would really be none of my business. I think you get me, right?

Good. Now that that is out of the way, let me get to the beginning of this mess. Which is technically what they want me to do. In writing. For proof or whatever.

Yes, anyway. So to analyze exactly what got me into this deeper than the Atlantic ocean shit, let's rewind to two weeks back. Because if you want to fully understand the depth of Aaron's stupidity and my involvement, we need to start when it began.

No, not Aaron's stupidity, I'm sure he's had that since birth. But the fiasco.

So yes, back to two weeks ago. Helen, who is one of my undisputed best friends​, as well as designated chauffeur, was driving us to Slice Dice, the local pizzeria.

No, I haven't employed her. It's actually my parents fault. They just will not let me have a car!

So the windows were rolled down, and it was one of those nice, mildly sunny, mildly windy days, when suddenly, Helen broke through the chirping of birds. "Did you hear? Mart's going to Vegas."

"What?" I whipped my head away from the beautiful view outside and almost gave myself a bloody crick in the neck. "When? For how long?"

Helen shrugged. "Don't overact, I thought you knew. He's going to be gone for two weeks."

"Damn, and he couldn't even tell me!" I hollered, outraged. And with good reason. He was going to freaking Las Vegas. For two freaking weeks. And he didn't tell me.

Martin Holden-Vensen. Yes that's right, his dad is actually Oscar Holden, the award winning movie director. And his mother is the lesser known model Georgia Vensen, which I suppose is where Mart gets his looks. Because, no offence but, have you seen his dad lately? And just between you and me, Mart's older brother has taken exactly after his dad, tip to toe.

Son of super rich parents jetting off wherever he wants whenever he wants blah blah blah. I bet that's what you think.

But let me stop you there real quick, because that is so not true.

I mean, sure he technically can go wherever he wants whenever he wants, but his rarely home parents have these things called 'House rules' which in my opinion are basically parents' way of saying, "yo, we still call the shots under this roof" which kind of sucks. And because of these, he can only go on these jet set trips thrice a year, for two weeks each time.

Only.

Yes.

Anyway, back to the point.
"Last Vegas, damn." I whistled lowly.

Helen, whose black hair was flying all over the place turned her face to me and raised an eyebrow.

"Piss off," I scrunched my nose at her, earning an eye roll as we pulled​ into the parlour's parking lot near Aaron's red truck. I could see Mart's black SUV parked at the end of the lot. Mare and Josh must have gotten a ride from Aaron.

That meant the pizza was already at the table, thank God. There is nothing more I hate than waiting for food to arrive.

We squeezed​ into the booth with the rest of the gang. Before I settled​ between Mart and Helen, I punched​ him on the arm.

"Ouch, bitch!" He exclaimed, rubbing it with his other hand. "What the hell was that for?"

I reached​ for a slice of pizza. "For not telling me about Vegas, you absolute ass."

He smirked. "Oh."

"Oh is right, son." Mare quipped, her mouth full. "What's the plan?"

"Son?" I sniggered, "Where did that come from?"

Mare only rolled her eyes. Beside me, Josh and Helen were fighting over the last slice of pizza. Helen won, because, let's be honest. The girl is a monster.

Josh gave her a dirty look. "I'm not going to forget that."

"Give it five minutes," Mart replied dryly.

"Come on man, spill already, I have practice." Aaron leaned forward and regarded Mart seriously.

"So the thing is, after that suspension last month, my folks aren't too keen on letting me go off to Vegas on my own."

"That's bull shit." Mare remarked, as a waitress set down our drinks.

"But," Mart looked round at all of us, one by one, "they don't mind me going if i have company to keep track of me." There was that undeniable mischievous glint in his eyes, the one that no person on the planet can say no to.

"Wait," it dawned on Josh. "You're asking us to go with?"

"Finally, you're aboard." Helen slurped her coke.

"Shut up, but seriously?" I leaned in.

"All expenses paid," Mart fidgeted with his earring. "What do you say?"

"Hell yeah!" I gleamed excitedly.

"This is unreal." Mare leaned away from the table, only to find herself sandwiched between Josh and Aaron.

"I've got to go, guys." Aaron looked at his watch as he stood. "I don't believe this."

"Sit your basketball ass down and shut up for a second." Josh pulled Aaron back down.

"Ouch." Helen smirked.

"So, what do you say gang?" Mart looked around at us. "We're graduating in a couple of months, then it's off to wherever the hell life takes us."

"I'm in," Josh slapped his hand on the table, making my drink half topple so that there was now a puddle of coke around the cup. He has an annoying habit of doing that that makes me want to just slap him back. On the face. With a chair.

"Whatever," Helen shrugged. "As long as you shits are there too."

"Ooh look at you getting all sentimental," Aaron leaned back in his chair as if he was being filmed and smirked at Helen who scoffed. "I'm in."

"Really guys this is insane," Mare piped up. Don't let her bad girl looks fool you, that girl has one hell of a nerd brain behind those darkly lined eyes. "We've got exams in two months, and all those crap loads of assignments."

"Jesus, Mare. Shut up!" Mart sipped his drink. "In or out?"

Mare looked at me and I shrugged​.

"Okay fine, I'm in." Everyone cheered, earning killer looks from other patrons. "But," Mare held her hands up, stoping our celebration prematurely. "As long as we take our books​, there's still homework." Everyone pounced on her with slaps aimed at wherever we could reach, making her shriek.

She pushed her chair back and stood up. "Damn, I'm done with you idiots."

"Don't forget to ask your parents though," Mart added, as we all stood up.

"Yeah, I think mine might have a seizure at the very mention of this trip." I moaned, picking up my half empty drink and taking a sip.

"I could come talk to them," Aaron suggested with a smile so wide, I could practically count all his gleaming teeth.

"Can't see that happening," I rolled my eyes at him.

"I'll surprise you," came the reply, Aaron's tone pitched to sound like he was giving a confessional.

I guess you can say that this is the point when everything was starting to show signs of going downhill.

Only, I was too blind to see them.

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