The Wolf

Ch. 9: What are Inhibitions Anyway?

~Nico~

School had ended for the day, I was back at home, and I was getting ready for tonight. I was excited at the prospect of getting wasted. Now I know what some of you may be thinking, 'you are wasting your life away!' 'You're underage, you're not allowed to drink' or, 'You are just hurting your self in the long run.'

Well, I'll have you know my life is already trash and I don't think it could get much worse. Most underage people drink alcohol, and since I was a wolf the alcohol wouldn't affect me too much, so the possibility of me getting drunk was low; but considering how I wanted to get hammered, I was probably going to drink a hell of a lot.

I look in the mirror one last time at my decent appearance. I didn't have fancy clothes to wear to this party, but then again, who would? I mean we all knew we were going there to get drunk and have a good time, so why would we want to put our good clothes at risk? I don't know, I never got that thinking.

I check my stylish, ripped jeans for my phone. Once I felt that it was there, I sighed in relief. OK, time to go, Kyle should be waiting in the car for me by now.

I walk through the house with out getting stopped or beat up; we're off to a good start. I open the front door and the cold September weather brushes against my face. I breathe in the brisk air as I close the door behind me. I let out a breath I didn't know that I was holding; living in that prison, where I never knew whether I was about to be physically or verbally abused, really put a strain on my nerves, ya know?

I turn to the left of the door and walk along the gravel path that leads to the driveway. Kyle's car is humming softly in its spot. I open the passenger side door to be welcomed by a burst of warm air. I quickly sit in the seat and close the door; I didn't want to let out the heat.

"Jeez," Kyle says while he puts the car in reverse, "Did it take you long enough?"

I look at him sideways, "Who was the one that said, 'We shouldn't leave at the same time, it'll look suspicious' ?"

"Still, it didn't have to take you that long. " Kyle points out.

"Says the one who doesn't have broken ribs." I mumble, looking out the window.

"Oh, are you saying that you aren't feeling well enough to attend the party? I can bring you back to the house if you'd like." Kyle says sarcastically.

"The doctor ordered that I have fun and use alcohol to numb the pain, so it's all good." I joke.

"I think you need a new doctor." Kyle chuckles.

~*~*~*~

After a few minutes of driving through unfamiliar neighborhoods we reach Blake's house. I roll my eyes as I see Blake walk to the car. The last thing I wanted to do was interact with this noob-wolf, bully, and loser.

Blake gets in the back seat, "What's that loser doing here?"

Kyle looks at Blake with annoyed eyes through the rear-view mirror, "He's my cousin, try and get along, okay? Or else I strand both of your asses and you can walk home."

Me and Blake take a few jabbing comments. "So, how are you, Impotent Patterson?" I ask, smirking.

"I was doing good until I got in the car with your gay ass." Blake retorts.

"Hm, I was just thinking the same thing. I was doing much better before your flaccid, dick self got into the car." I hum.

"You, fa-" Kyle interrupts Blake before he can finish his insult.

"One more mean word out of either of you, and I will kick you out of this car, got it?" Kyle made sure to look in both of our eyes so we knew he wasn't joking.