Nerd Glasses and Leather Jackets

Chapter 1: Gunshot

Aaron's POV
The bar smelled really unpleasant, after a man who was a light weight puked his guts out on the rug and along with the cigarette smoke that overpowered it. I had my last shot of vodka and stood up as a chestnut brown haired girl came up to me.
" Hey honey, what's your name?" She asked me. Honestly I wasn't in the mood to pick up any girl tonight. My uncle went out to make a deal despite my many warnings to not go back into the mafia bullshit. He's the only family I had. He could have easily chucked me in the orphanage but he chose not to. I gave her light peck on her cheeks and just nodded my way out. I could still feel her eyes on me. Women. Always want what they can't have.
I decided to walk home cos my house, well my uncle's, was only five blocks away. I heard a small scream from the alleyway, close to the nightclub. I would've gone there but every judge-mental piece of crap from my high school would come there on weekends. I bare with those idiots enough on weekdays, so I just couldn't take that on weekends too. I didn't'
have any best friend not that anyone didn't approach me. I just couldn't deal with my own problems and being a friend you had to help others deal with their problems. I just don't think I can be a good friend. That's all. So I stay away from the rest. Sure there's various rumors about that circulate and keep people away but I like it that way. I crossed the road and stood right in front of the street light. I couldn't see anyone's face and I didn't want anyone to recognize me either. Before I could get closer, bam.
I heard the gunshot echo around the tiny alley. I ran to the figure that looked like a girl. The guy didn't run away. He just stood there laughing his ass off. Two seconds later, the girl lying closer to me just got up and started laughing...
There was something about that laugh that I found very amusing. I still couldn't see her face and I bet she couldn't still see mine cos I'm pretty sure she would've ran in the opposite direction if she knew who I was. Ours was the only high school close in town and I could bet with their level of immaturity, that she was still in high school.
She came up close and said, "Gotcha!!!"
She had drank alcohol.
"How much did you drink tonight?"
"I had two glasses of vodka," she replied.
"Shots, she means shots." Came a familiar voice from far away. It was the school quarterback's. I could tell because he would often be interviewed by the school radio about practices or upcoming games and whatnot.

"Can you get home safe?" I asked her. This was so unlike me. These idiots tricked me and here I was helping this faceless girl. I should've just walked in the opposite direction and minded my own business.
Just then a small, petite figure came and supported her "drunk" friend. I could drink two shots of vodka and still drive straight... this was probably her first time. 
"Thanks a lot, I told them not to prank anyone. These idiots wouldn't listen."
" I love you babe!" shouted the really drunk quarterback from far away.
" I love you too, Jason," the small girl whispered. "Stop shouting for heaven's sake." "Come on, Lily. Let's get you home." She said to her friend who had already fallen asleep on her shoulders. I simply watched as those three walked away from me. So careless. I shook my head in disapproval. Maybe I would've been like that if I didn't have to take care of myself alone since I was 5. Sure my uncle gave me a roof and fed me until I learnt how to cook but he wasn't around most of the time so I took over the responsibilities that he should have. Like paying bills for instance. That still went from my money that I earn from my part time job from working at the very same bar I went to.
I walked home and shut the front door and as usual was welcomed by the silence. That was mostly what I missed about my parents. I remember our old house being very noisy in a good way. My parents' laugh, mine, or my dad getting excited about a game going on tv.
End of another one of my days. I jut try to pull through everyday. Being an 18 year old means you gotta grow up and face your shit on your own. I went upstairs to my room and took off my leather jacket. I saw a necklace with a tiny flower hanging on one of the extra buttons on my jacket. Shit! Now I had to go return this to that "drunk" girl from my school... just great.
I looked skyward and let out a sigh. I couldn't just chuck the necklace in the bin. It could have sentimental value. Like the one I wore.
I went into the washroom and stepped into the hot shower. Tomorrow was going to be some day...

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