The Undecided

Chapter two

I drove down the deserted street with nothing but the dim glow of streetlights and the steady beam of my car's headlights. The silence was eerie and unpleasant so I turned on the radio. The only music playing was some really old crap- The Beatles, Michael Jackson, Celine Dion. Oh well. It was better than nothing.

I semi-knew the way to Sharon McDyire's house. We had been friends back at First School. Then- as the story normally goes- once we got to Second School she got "Too popular" to hang out with me.

I knew for sure I'd gone the right way when the faint, pulsating beat of rave music became distinct amongst the noises of the night.

I parked at the back of what seemed an endless line of a large variety of cars- From shiny, exotically-coloured money boxes to dull, drab coloured rust buckets. I stepped out of my car into the frosty night air and wrapped my coat tightly around my body.

Upon entry into Sharon's house, I was greeted with a group of five guys obviously heavily intoxicated that were screaming the lyrics to the song that was playing. When I walked past, they all stopped singing and looked at me. Two or three wolf-whistled. I walked straight by, pulling the finger as I passed.

I asked a few friendly-enough-looking people if they knew who Mason was and where I could find him, but they either had no idea who he was or didn't know where he was. Then I saw Sharon.

I walked up to her and tapped her shoulder. She spun around to face me, annoyance obvious upon her face. Some guy was sat in front of her with no shirt on. His hand was underneath Sharon's shirt, and the other was drawing circles on her back with his index finger. He pulled his hand out when he noticed me standing there.

"What do you want, Sierra?" She drawled. "And what the hell are you doing here?!"

She stood up from her perch on his lap and crossed her arms over her chest. I took a step back.

"I'm here for Mason."

She turned to her man-candy and placed her hand on his chest.

"Dylan, babe, could you get me a drink? I'm parched."

The guy stood up, grabbed a rag off the floor (Which I later realised was his shirt) and walked off towards the kitchen. I could tell by the way he was walking that he wasn't exactly overjoyed by the fact that he and Sharon had been interrupted from... well, God knows what.

"Sierra, you have exactly 20 seconds to give me an explanation before I find Dylan and go somewhere we won't be quite so rudely interrupted."

I took a deep breath. "Mason called me and told me to come and pick him up because his DD got drunk."

Sharon rolled her eyes so far I was surprised they didn't go fully white.

"And I needed to know this...why, exactly?"

"Well, do you know where he is?"

Sharon shrugged. "Last I saw him he was in the backyard with George and Tyler and some other losers. Who knows why such a hot guy would be hanging out with lowlifes like Tyler Jordan, but oh well."

I breathed out a sigh of relief. Good- she didn't wring my throat for talking for too long.

"Ok. Thank y-" Sharon interrupted me when she noticed Dylan walking back towards us. "Oh hey, babe."

She had lost complete interest in me, so I just made my way towards Sharon's huge back lawn.

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