Rock Me

Chapter One

A puff of smoke curled out of the teenage boys mouth as he stared up at the sky, the cigarette in his fingers, barely an inch from his lips.

"Will."

His head snapped down and over at Beverly Katz, a small "hm" sound coming from his throat.

Will ran his eyes over Beverly. Given the title of biggest badass in the school, she looked and acted the part. She'd burst into the high school, a freshman who crashed nearly every party until she just started getting invited to them. Four years later, she still crashed or got invited to almost every party.

She just really liked to fuck shit up.

And as for looking the part, her dark hair was pushed off to one side, due to the other side being shaved. She wore a faded Arctic Monkeys shirt, ripped skinny jeans, and maroon Doc Martens. A leather jacket was thrown over her shoulder.

"Price and Zeller are waiting for us," Beverly reminded him, crossing her arms.

"Like I want to get drunk with those losers," Will muttered, dropping the cigarette and stomping on it with his boot.

"I know that you do. Besides, Price will probably drink everything anyways."

Will glared at her, but said nothing, just shoved his hands in his pockets.

She was right. He did want to get drunk. Not specifically with Zeller and Price, but just in general.

And just like that, they started walking. They didn't need to talk. Their whole friendship was rather quiet, really. They just smoked, spray painted shit, and got drunk with Zeller and Price. It was perhaps not the most healthy, or legal, friendship, but it gave Will a sense of safety, and that was important to him.

Zeller's house was not far away from the park where they'd been at- a mere five minute walk. As soon as they walked in the warmth seeped into Will- as did the stench of alcohol.

"Brian!" Beverly called, heading downstairs, Will not far behind her.

The scene that greeted them was more than a little amusing. Brian was slouching on his beat up couch. Jimmy Price was lying, nearly passed out on Zeller's shoulder, bleach blonde hair messy and all over the place, practically drooling on Zeller's ACDC shirt, which was a shame. It looked new, really, even though Zeller had probably had it for years.

"Got drunk without us?" Beverly asked, sounding annoyed, "what bitches." She picked up the whiskey bottle and poured out two very generous shots into what were probably Zeller and Prices glasses. She set the bottle down and handed one glass to Will, who sat down next to Price, draining the glass and nearly gagging at the intensity of the alcohol.

"Oh hell Bev, are you trying to kill me?" Will snapped, pouring himself another shot.

Beverly smirked and downed her shot, wincing, a cough escaping her lips. "You guys gotta be more careful about where you get your alcohol," Beverly said, looking pointedly at Zeller and Price. "Crawford is hot on our trail, he chewed me out the other day."

"What a bitch," Jimmy groaned, absentmindedly bringing up a hand to run through Brian's hair.

They got a little handsy when they were drunk. That, and Bev and Will were convinced Jimmy was in love with Brian.

Jack Crawford was a cop, and he was constantly on the prowl for problematic teenagers, and he seemed to always have his sights set on Beverly, Will, Brian, and Jimmy.

"I can't stand him," Will muttered, throwing back the glass, wincing. Maybe drinking wasn't the best idea. His head was pounding. Then again, he nearly almost had headaches. Along with that, he was starting to feel light headed. He'd only had a couple of shots, but the pack of cigarettes he'd smoked at the park was not helping with that.