What He Did

Chapter Two Continued...

I apologize guys! My boyfriend was yelling at me to come eat with him before he had to go back to work. Anywho, here's part two of chapter two. Please comment and tell me what you think. I'll ALWAYS comment back.

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In just a matter of a mere couple of hours, I'll be with a bunch of kids living it up.

Being with the same people all the time, it's always nice to see who shows up at the parties. Unlike hanging out at the Parking Lot where everyone cliques up like at school, anyone will show up to the parties that we throw. You can never be sure who will end up sitting next to you.

"Ben, did you ask Tanner if he was coming tonight?" I try to sound casual asking this, because Ben and Steph seem to think regardless of what I say, that I have a crush on Tanner. He's not even close to my type. Tanner is one of those bad boys that answers to no one and is in and out of jail more often that not, which is why he and Ben get along so well. They have a similar taste for rebellion.

"Yeah, he said that he could come out around eleven... TARA!! You whore!"

"Oh please, Ben. DYLAN stop laughing!" Dylan doesn't talk that much, but when he does, it's usually to insult me. Some people would say he likes me, but I think he's just trying to get Ben's approval. I flip my brown hair over my shoulder and turn to glare at him.

Yeah, that shut's you up. Doesn't it? Jerk.

"Oh, Tara. You know I'm just giving you a hard time."

Dylan's talking to me.. and smiling?! The fuh?

"Don't try so hard."

"Hey guys, let's go make a few rounds until it gets dark. Then we can all pile in together and drive out to the party."

Steph and I climb into Ben's truck with him and Dylan. As always, Steph sits up front in the middle, while I'm stuck in back by myself, sitting on top of bumpers and hidden guns. Lucky I'm so short, or I'd have to practically collaspable to fit back here. Ergghh. Cold gun.

Heading out to the party...

After making endless rounds around the five mile loop that is my hometown, Steph and I get in her car to head out to the lease with Ben and Dylan so we can start getting stuff ready. Blaine met up with us while we were making rounds, and he's following us in his own truck. Steph and I always make sure to take our own car just in case we need to leave for some reason. It's also smart to have an extra car if you need somewhere to sleep, but we usually all pile into Ben's truck and sleep in there so we can keep each other warm enough to sleep a couple of hours.

Jamming out to country is the only time Steph and I are quiet. Unless she wants to talk about Aaron, her latest quest. This is one of those times we are quiet. At this moment, I almost wish that she were talkative, because then I wouldn't feel like she's scheming.

"Wow, I always forget how far out here we are."

"Yeah, it's awesome, right?!"

Just in the nick of time, we arrive at the field. I was just beginning to think we were going to BFE to have this party. Dylan gets out to unlock the gate for us. We all pull through and Ben stops at the head of the line to let Dylan back in the truck, but just as Dylan opens the door, Ben guns the engine and races ahead leaving Dylan standing where the truck was, throwing his hands in the air. Steph and I erupt in laughter. Ben comes back and pulls in front of Dylan, allowing him to get in. We drive on, bouncing down the road  right after Ben's dodge, making sure not to bottom the car out. All of us lovingly refer to Steph's Honda Accord as a beast; she's driven that poor thing through hell and back on our rendevous.