Chloroform (Billy Hargrove)

Chapter 4: Caught

I closed my hand into a fist quickly, extinguishing the flame that had lit my skin minutes before. My body turned towards where the voice was coming from, only to find Steve standing there with a dumbfounded and horrified look on his face. Instantly I dropped my cigarette to the ground. 

“Holy shit.” He repeated, running his hands through his thick hair, he inhaled a deep breath "Jesus Christ." He added, clutching his chest as if he was having a panic attack.

"Steve. Calm down." I warned, my hands in front of me, as I walked up to him slowly. His mouth dropped open slightly, moving back with each step I took, his hands still running through his hair in a state of panic.

"How the fuck can I calm down! What the hell is happening! This needs to be a fucking dream, what is happen-." When I was close enough to him, I slowly released the intoxicating scent of the sleeping agent into the air, the light blue gas surrounding Steve, clouding the clear air that he was breathing before. Immediately his voice trailed off, the sound Steve's body falling to the leafy ground echoing through the outskirts of Tina's backyard. I stood there for a moment, scanning him closely, keeping enough distance between me and his limp body. Do I just leave him here? What if a coyote comes around and just eats him? Maybe the best bet is to lie right now and say that Steve was so shit faced, that he just passed out...That'll probably do right? I mentally calmed myself down, returning back to Tina's crowded backyard, slipping my gloves over my hands.

"Can someone help Steve! I think he drank a little too much and passed out." This caused only one guy to catch wind of this, and he immediately went to retrieve him. There was a sort of ease when he was carried through the crowded party, noticing that he was still unconscious. The night then went back to normal, like any other party would go. People drank more than usual, it was loud, and of course there was plenty of rooms that were filled with couples either having sex or running the bases. It definitely wasn't my scene, but I successfully blended into the sea of drunk teens, who reeked of alcohol and strong cologne. The all too familiar cheering of Billy echoed throughout the house, garnering my attention. I turned to where his chanting was coming from, Tommy H’s arm wrapped around him in a friendly manner. When the hell did they get all friendly all of the sudden? I rolled my eyes, going up to the both of them.

“Come on Billy, I don’t want to carry your drunk ass to the car.” I commented. Tommy bursted out laughing, giving Billy a small slap on his stomach.

“What is she, your mom or something? Hope you’re gonna tap that soon, she seems like a bit of a drag.” He mumbled, looking down at my outfit.

“You better shut your trap Tommy, or else I’m going to stick my foot so far down your throat you’re going to have to surgically remove it from your asshole. Now fuck off.” As you can tell, Tommy H wasn’t someone I particularly liked, or wanted to be around. I glared over at Billy’s unreadable expression, as he pulled his keys out of his leather jacket, handing them over to me.

“I’ll meet you at the car.” His deep throaty voice slurred, motioning for me to head out the front door. I nodded, basically running out of the party instantly. I hated parties, so I was really happy to be getting the fuck out of this place. There was a hop in my step as I exited the house, skipping off down the driveway towards the blue Camaro. I got into the drivers seat, buckling in the seat belt, tightening it as much as I could. My hands gripped the soft leather steering wheel, the smell of cigarettes clouding my senses. I took my pack out of my chest pocket, rolling down the window as I lit the nicotine stick, inhaling deeply. The wind blew against my outstretched hand, causing goosebumps to form on my forearm, my arm hair standing up on edge. I made sure to breathe the smoke out the window, a small hum escaping my lips, while I placed the key into the engine. Metallica’s ‘Seek and Destroy’ blasted through the speakers. I took in a long drag, the thought of Steve possibly exposing me tomorrow morning occurring in my mind. That’s when the passenger door swung open, the car shifting as Billy threw himself into the seat, the strong scent of beer and sweat filling the car up.