Abandoned

chapter thirteen.

What got me through the rest of the week was knowing that I had off work Saturday night and Pattie agreed to watch Rose. After the last two days of the school week finished and I was done with my shifts Friday night and Saturday evening, I was free for the remainder of the weekend. Britney and I had been talking and she invited me with her to some college party downtown and I had hesitantly agreed, even though house parties are typically not enjoyable, from my experiences.

After my shopping trip to the local thrift shop I now had a few more options when getting ready. I still ended up wearing a cutoff band tshirt and black skinny jeans, but with a new leather jacket and black boots.

I did my hair and makeup, told Rose bye, and quickly left to get in my car. I followed Britney's directions to her house and picked her up, noticing her short dress and heels. Good luck freezing to death and falling on your face.

Fifteen minutes later we were downtown and parked in the street next to this big loft apartment. It was pretty isolated, clearly owned by rich college kids. Music blared from inside and lights flashed through the windows.

We made our way inside and past the packed dance floor area to the kitchen. The music, an overplayed rap song I could stand to live without, pounded in my head as I poured myself a drink.

"Let's dance!" Britney exclaimed, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the crowd of people. We did just that until our drinks ran out and we had to get more. After maybe half an hour had passed Britney was either really drunk or pretending to be, and I was seriously regretting deciding to come.

It was too crowded, there was hardly enough drinks, the people were all obnoxious, and most of all, the music sucked.

"Brit, this sucks. Let's go somewhere else." I shook her and yelled over the music.

"Noo!" She laughed then continued to dance with some guy who had a buzz cut and smelled like a locker room filled with boys who didn't know when to stop with the axe.

"Well you can get a cab right? I can't drive, anyway." I shouted again.

"Sure!" She was hardly paying attention. I thought about getting her number since it wasn't in my new phone yet, but the idea of trying to translate numbers she drunkenly shouts over the music made me want to retreat even faster. So I shrugged and walked out into the cold air of the November night and started walking.

Pretty sure that there's a bar around here somewhere, I started down the sidewalk with my head down. Where I like to go people have reasons for wanting to have fun and forget, they need it. But at these parties it's just a bunch of snobby kids with their parents money who are bored.

I'd walked for a few blocks before I started to see the brick buildings on the street that I'd been looking for in the distance. My fingers were nearly numb from the cold at this point and my teeth were chattering.

I stared at my shoes as I continued to walk, glad to almost be at the warmth of the bar. I looked up when I heard chattering and footsteps to find three guys walking, or stumbling, in my direction. They looked a bit older than me and all sported khakis, sweaters, and moccasins. Typical rich kid assholes.

One whistled as they got closer and I bit my tongue to keep from blowing up on them. I kept my gaze down and figured they'd walk right past, but they stopped directly in front of me and I nearly ran right into them.

"Excuse you." I sighed, trying to move past them. This is the last thing I need, a bunch of idiots hassling me.

"What?" One said, as if I was speaking another language.

"I said move."

"Last time I checked you weren't my boss." The guy in the middle grinned as he slurred his words.