Booze, Bibles and Bad Girls

Chapter One- The Official Sentencing

Chapter 1

The Official Sentencing

By: lost_in_my_own_mind

“Kaz, come here honey.” My mother called softly from the living area, I paused my game of Call Of Duty and trudged to the living room. When I arrived I saw my family all seated waiting for me. I slowed my pace suspiciously.

“What’s going on Mom?” my voice came out slow and steady as I eyed her cautiously. My mom was just staring at me blank of any emotions. My dad had his feet up on the coffee table and was quickly typing away on his laptop, while my brothers were quietly muttering about with each other.

My mother cleared her throat and spoke firmly. “Kazper, your father and I have had enough of this behavior and we have decided to do something about it.”

“Kaz.” I corrected weakly trying not to let the bubble of worry forming in my stomach show.

She continued, “We have found a summer program for you to attend that should clean you up.” I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms defensively. “We are sending you to Whisper Lake Bible Camp.” I froze for a few minutes waiting for her to announce that she was simply joking. After she remained silent I decided to ask anyways.

“Mom, you’re kidding. Right?”

She blinked at me and simply said “No.” My heart sunk and I felt rage building up inside.

“There is no way I’m going to bible camp. I don’t even believe in the big guy.” My mother glared at me. “I mean come on. Do you seriously think that I am some satanic teen who needs cleansing?”

“Yep.” My dad chimed in. I scoffed at him before returning my eyes to my mother.

My mother dismissively added, “Kaz. There is nothing you can do about it I have already filled out your application and you are headed off tomorrow. Pack your things. You will be gone for six weeks.”  My jaw dropped. Six weeks was nearly my whole summer. I glared one last time before storming out the front door.

The wind nipped at me through my light flannel and ripped black jeans but I didn’t care I was still heated with rage. I stomped down a couple blocks until I reached his house.

Jazper, the best friend and drinking and smoking buddy who I could always rely on to be fully stocked. I didn’t even bother knocking, I just climbed through his ground level window.

 Jazper and I had been friends since 8th grade, when the teachers would mess our names up and we argued over who had to change their name. The little fucker decided that he would bet me that who ever said what first would change there name. We both went weeks without saying 'what' which is a lot harder than it seems, until one day he got another boy in my class to tell me that Jazper was dieing in the hospital cause he had been in a car accident. The first word out of my mouth was "WHAT!" 

I changed my name to Kaz later that day.

“You’re not going to believe what my daft mother wants to do to me now.” I said to him walking right around him and the girl he was lip-locked with to his hidden stash in his closet. He tore away from the brunette staring at me wildly.

“What the hell Kaz!” he yelled at me half motioning to the girl.

“Oh yeah my bad.” I pulled my head back out of his closet and faced the slightly dazed girl. “You can get out now, whore.” I smiled sweetly at her. Jazpers jaw literally fell open. The girl looked hurt before grabbing her purse and storming out of his bedroom.

“So as I was saying,” I continued searching through his closet until my hand grasped around the neck of a bottle. “ They are trying to send me to a freaking bible camp. Like how stupid is that.” I finished struggling to crack the seal on the vodka bottle.

“I say you deserve it after cock-blocking me like that.” Jazper muttered snatching the bottle out of my hands and cracking the seal. I glared at him and snatched the bottle back taking the first swig.

“But seriously that sucks Kaz, when are you leaving?” I passed him the bottle after her spoke.

“Tomorrow apparently.” Pass.

“How long?” Pass.

“Six weeks.” Pass.

“Bummer.” Pass.

“No Kidding.” Pass.

We continued passing the bottle back and forth until we had drained two full bottles. I hiccupped with my head in Jazpers lap. He laughed softly at me while playing with my fiery red locks.

“I’m sorry I ruined your chance at getting laid tonight.” I said to him. He grunted in response. “But I think I have an idea.” I said seductively sitting up. He smirked at the sparkle in my eye playing along.

“Oh yeah and what’s that Ms. Kaz?” He narrowed his eyes.

“This.” I mumbled as I smashed my lips against his. He kissed me back quickly fumbling to carry me over to his bed. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed his neck as he dropped me onto the messy covers.

Neither one of us gave a damn about the repercussions as we drunkenly had sex that night. We didn’t make love because that would involve us actually loving each other, which we absolutely did not. We had agreed on a no strings attached, occasional hook ups months ago. 'Neither one of us were mentally sane enough to deal with a relationship' was how Jazper put it. I couldn’t agree more.

I lay on Jazpers bed quietly watching as he scanned the floor before he picked up our underwear and his shirt. He quickly slipped into his boxers before handing me his shirt and my panties because he knew that, that was how I liked to sleep. I smiled softly and slipped the clothes on before moving over on the bed to make room for Jazper on the bed. He lied down and I snuggled into his chest. He placed a soft kiss on the top of my head.

“Goodnight Kaz.”

“Goodnight Jaz.”