Strawberry Sweet

.Party Poopers.

🍓Chapter Twenty Eight: Party Poopers🍓

🍓Strawberry Sweet🍓

After we had gotten into the perspective cars, -Drake, Luke, and I into drake's car, and Tatiana, Hakeem, and Ryan in Hakeem's car.- We had driven to Rudy's house and I've gotta admit, I was surprised that they all were okay with coming. After hours of convincing the others to come they finally gave in and decided to go. Although high school students can never resist a party, emmiright?

By the time we had arrived the party was in full swing and drunk, horny teenagers were spilling out of the door ways and partying on the lawn. A lawn filled with red solo cups -if I might add-.

Rudy's house is hard not to gawk at, due to its flawless presentation and stunning cut edges of the architecture.

Tatiana had grabbed my hand and with that we left the boys to follow us into the party house.

Already I can smell the booze and cannabis all around the house, and I've never felt more at home in my life. Back in my old town there were parties just about every weekend and dating the schools golden boy, of course I was forced to tag along nearly every single time. I didn't mind, of course. I love to party, to relax and have fun, but all of the booze should have given me alcohol poisoning.

"You actually came." I hear someone say from the kitchen. I turn to my right to see that Donovan is standing near the bar with a beer in hand.

"I did. How's this for living?" I ask him with a playful smile.

"I'm impressed I'll give you that much." He hands me a beer.

"I'm not the goody-two-shoes that you think I am, you know" I pop the cap off and take a sip of the cool, bitter, liquid.

"Oh really? I'd like to see you prove it." He winks at me. I brush his comment off slyly.

"Maybe one da-"

"Nichole!" Rudy -a drunk Rudy- slings his arm over my shoulders. "I'm so happy to see you here, mi amor" he kisses me on the cheek and lets go.

"I thought you said you wouldn't drink this time, Rudy." I narrow my eyes at him.

"Hey, don't worry. I'll keep my hands to myself. I'm a good boy. I promise" he laughs. "You're lookin' great by the way. Say, where's Amy. Have you seen her?" He asks.

"I haven't. Lucky me. I'm sure you'll find her. Just follow the smell of hooker." I comment, Donovan bursts out laughing and Rudy narrows his eyes at him as a result.

"Yeah, I can't blame you for hating her, but, be nice, please? You'll come to love her with due time." He says.

"Doubtful, but I'll take your word for it." I smile at him. He gives me one last kiss in the cheek and prances off to go find his red headed spawn of Satan.

"You wanna go somewhere else? It's kinda loud in here" Donovan shouts over the music.

"Yeah sure, let me just..." I look around for one of my other friends, or even my brother to tell them I'm going outside, but they aren't anywhere to be found. I decide that if they need me, they can come find me. "Grab another beer..." I smile at him and grab the cold glass bottle.

We made our way through the crowds of people and outside.

"You're different, you know?" Donovan tells me as we walk further towards the woods behind Rudy's house.

"Is that a good thing?" I ask as I sit down on an old rusty swing set.

"Yeah, no one likes normal." He stands in front of me. He's so tall that I need to look up to meet his eye. "You cold?" He asks as I rub my arms in an attempt to warm them up.

"A little but I'm o-" before I could finish my sentence he takes off his black leather jacket and drapes it over my shoulders. "Thanks" I smile as he takes the swing next to me. We stay in silence of a moment looking up at the moon.

Nothing but the soft hum of music from a distance and the crickets in the wilderness to keep our ears content.

"I never thought we'd become friends, you know" he says breaking the peaceful silence.

"Why is that such a surprise?" I ask taking another sip of my drink.

"We're different. You're a cheerleader, you belong with the jocks. I'm..." He trails off. "Not such a good person. Im... lets just say I don't got such a bright future." I steal a glance at him.

"What do you mean... you seem to be just fine." He looks over at me and smiles, but a kind one.

"Do you know of the gangs in waterridge?" He asks. I feel my stomach drop and my skin looses color. What does he mean gangs? Is he apart of one?

"N-no..."

"Well... this town may seem like a quaint little place to raise a family. But that's only a part of it. This town is filled with bikers and gangs... drugs... crime" he lets out a sigh. "You live in the suburbs. You haven't seen the sketchy side of town yet." He rolls his eyes, as if he's explaining this to a child.

"What does this all have to do with you?" I ask.

He takes a breath in to answer, however he's cut off by the loud sounds of cop sirens.

In a blink of an eye from a distance we see cops arresting underage drinkers int he back of the house in the distance. Other drunk teens scatter, doing anything they can to not get caught.

A cop points his flash light towards Donovan and I but luckily were far away enough that he can't see us. As he takes a few suspicious steps forward we step away from the swing set and further into the tree line.

"Keep quiet" Donovan whispers. He places a hand over my mouth and sits me on his lap to hide us behind some bushes.

"Cops?" I ask "how?"

"Who knows. Noise complaints, or someone called them." He whispers.

"Who would have done that?" I ask. But due to lack of an answer he stays quiet.

The cop finally walks away and tends to other business. My phone rings with a text.

From: Drake The Snake.

Where the hell are you? I swear to god if you got caught Nichole... Were all meeting back at your house. Be there ASAP

I let out a long sigh. At least I know none of them got caught. I pop my knuckles get up from where I was standing.

"What do you think you're doing?" Donovan Asks and pulls me back down to match his crouched position. "There are probably still cops swarming that house." He points to a path in the middle of the woods which I'm assuming lead to the street. "We will go this way." He says.

Without another word we get up and follow the dirt trail.