Always Connected

Chapter 13 - Not the party type of guy

The pizza grease was impossible to get out of my hair and the same with the smell. Dan's been mocking me for the past hour because of what happened. I'm still shooked that Hudson would do something like that. I've never thought of him as a violent type of guy, but most people do tend to get violent when you piss them off.

"Are you going to any party today? If not these guys from the University of Massachusetts Amherst, they are throwing a party at their frat house. So you can come if you want to." Dans invite is kind of him, but I'm exhausted.

"You can go if you want to, it's not like the party won't go on if I weren't there." I've never been the party type of guy. Well, I did go to a lot of parties when I was in high school, but I was always the chill guy who drove their drunk friends home and never got drunk himself. I've only been wasted once in my life. I played 10 rounds of beer pong and ended up puking on my friend's front porch. I can't remember a lot from that night, which I'm actually happy about, since I supposedly did a lot of dumb things that I'm too embarrassed to even mention.

Dan sighs defeatedly and jumps onto his bed making the springs in the mattress creak.

An hour has gone by with doing a ton of homework for some of my classes, while Dan has watched Netflix. 

I'm exhausted. It's been one hell off a day and I'm so ready for it to end.

I rub my tired eyes with the back of my hand and when I open them again I get a glimpse of Dan snatching my car keys off my desk and running out of the room in the speed of lighting. Such a pain in the ass.

I get up from my bed faster than ever and decide to follow him. "Dan get back you idiot!" I yell at him as he runs down the stairs and out to the parking lot. I don't have a problem with him borrowing my car. I just don't want it to be messed up or toed at one of those damn frat parties. I don't know how wild Dan is at parties, but all I'm saying is that I don't want some drunk asses smoking pot or weed in my Jeep. I've saved up for that Jeep ever since I was a kid and it means a lot to me.

"Relax Coleman." He tells me as he jumps into the driver's seat of the car. I pull the door open to the passenger seat and get in so I can talk to him.

"If you need a ride then fine I'll drive you. But you're not taking my car to that party." I tell him with a raised voice.

He turns to look at me in the eyes and starts grinning. What now? He turns the engine on swiftly and pulls out of the lot with fast motions so I can't stop him. "Lighten up Anthony, your car will be fine."

"How do you know my middle name is Anthony. And stop the fucking car,"

"I stalked you on Facebook the day you moved into the dorms. I had to know if you were a creep." he laughs while driving further and further away from the parking lot.

"And what did you find?" I ask laughing, breaking out of my hard facade.

He rubs his chin and squints his eyes. "Questionable things," is he joking? I look over at him with worry in my eyes. "I'm just kidding." he laughs again making me relieved. "The only things I found was a ton of pictures with you and your soccer team. And one picture from your prom night... So whos the chick?"

My mind reels back to the night of my prom. I went with Sage... Sage Kennedy. We only went as friends. I don't know why she wanted to go with me when there were tons of boys asking her out. Everyone thought we were a 'thing' after we went to prom together. Even my family thought that we were dating.

"She's just a friend. Nothing more."

"Sure," he laughs not believing a word that I say.

10 minutes later he pulls up to a big house with the letters AMI hanging big and bold on the front of the house. I've heard of fraternity signs before but I don't know what AMI stands for.