Secrets

Secrets part 2

*Lisa*

I was considering on wearing a trash bag on my date, but then thought Tyler might get some sort of thrill to it. I frowned as I looked through my closet, sadly unable to find anything to wear for my "date" with him. The one I dreaded going to. I groaned and snatched a modest hot pink shirt and bleached skinny jeans. I started getting ready for my.....date. With Tyler. I shuddered. If you knew him, and you had my point of view of him, you'd do the same. Think of the cockiest, jerkiest guy, who gets on your last nerve all of the time, and then imagine going out with him. Can you say, disaster? I was only going with him because he would have Trisha Scott, who freaking adores him, interrogate me with questions as to why I don't like him. Now, think of the most annoying girl ever and there's Trisha for you. I put a tube of lip gloss in my pocket. That way, if he tried to kiss me, I could pull back and use my lip gloss for an excuse. There was a knock at my door.

"Lis?" Dad said. "Tyler is here."

"I'll be right there," I said, grabbing my purse. I walked out of my room and downstairs to the front door.

"Do we even bother meeting him?" Mom asked, looking up from her laptop.

"Nope. This is strictly a one time thing only," I said. No more dates with him after this.Unfortunately, that didn't happen.

*Jesse*

"My god that ceiling is so.....messed, no, no, wait for it.....big!" Cody said, looking up at my ceiling. "I mean, aren't most ceilings pretty?" he asked. It was a ceiling. What was there to be pretty about it?

"You're high," I said, stating the obvious.

"Higher than the mother effin blue sky," he said, falling back. Dumbass, I thought.

"Jesse!" Dad drunkenly called from the living room.

"What?!" I called back.

"What the hell did you do with my whiskey?!" he asked, stumbling against my door. I whipped my door open, walked past him, went in his room and went under his bed and grabbed one of his bottles of whiskey.

"There," I said, shoving it in his hands. "You drunken bastard," I mumbled.

"I knew it was there," he said defensively.

"Sure you did," I muttered to myself as he stumbled back to the couch.

"Cody, get your high ass off the floor and let's go," I said. He got up and followed me, tripping over his own feet. Well he was not going to be any fun tonight. I was going to have to resort to messing around with Tyler Anderson and whoever his date was. That, I thought, would be fun. It's not that I'm a stalker or anything. I was already planning on going to Cabana. He was just bragging to one of his jockey buddies in study hall, pretty loudly I should add, that he was going to Cabana tonight with his date. Didn't say who, though. That did not matter to me. As long as he was there, I could mess around with him. I lit a cigarette and left my trailer with Cody. Not my Dad's and my trailer. Not his trailer. My trailer. I worked for it and risked my ass getting caught everyday just to pay for it. I didn't want to get anything bigger and have my father wreck everything because his dumb ass is drunk. He didn't work because he was too busy getting drunk. I worked. I paid for everything. I supplied his liquor, just so he stayed out of my hair. Easy.

*Miranda*

"How long were you planning to stay out?" Mom asked as I walked out into the living room.

"I don't know. A couple hours, I guess," I answered.

"I don't want you coming back at four in the morning. Come back around midnight at the latest," she said, taking a sip of her tea.

"Okay."

"Did you finish your homework?"

"Yes," I lied. There was no way she was going to let me out if I didn't finish my homework. Even if it was the weekend. Holly pulled into the driveway and honked.

"Bye mom!" I said, opening the front door.

"Midnight, Miranda!" she called.

"Got it!" I said, running toward the car. I hopped in next to Holly.

"What do you say we finally stay out until four in the morning?" she asked excitedly. I groaned.

"My mom told me not to stay out until exactly that time," I said, seeing her confused expression.

"Dude, are you serious?" she groaned.

"Dead serious."

"Miranda, you are eighteen years old. You can't let your mom keep controlling you like this," she said.

"Can you stop with the lecture please?" I snapped. She sighed.

"Alright. How long did she say you could stay out?"

"Midnight."

"Midnight it is, then."

*Tyler*

Lisa was finally going on a date with me. I waited by the door for her to come out, not even bothering to introduce me to her parents.

"Let's go," she said, closing the door behind her. I led her out to my car and opened the door for her. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome," I said closing it. I ran over to the drivers side and hopped in.

"This is not a date," she said when I grinned at her.

"What is it then?" I laughed.

"Two people going to the same place at the same time," she said.

"Okay, then," I laughed.