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Breaking All Of The Rules - Chapter One

Breaking all of the Rules

Chapter One

 

The truth of the matter is that, I’m a rule breaker. I love the thrill I get when I break a rule. It doesn’t have to be big, even something simple gives me a thrill. Like the simple rule I’m breaking right now: loitering in the Wal-Mart parking lot. Oh, and underage drinking.

That was the thing to do in the little town I lived in. Pathetic, I know. But that’s what us cool cats did. That’s what my father called us. I rolled my eyes at the thought.

So basically, we all hung out in the parking lot, got drunk, had sex in cars or trucks, and smoked weed. I didn’t enjoy the latter, but I wasn’t opposed to the first two.

We heard the sirens before we saw the flashing red and blue lights. I smirked, swallowing the last gulp of beer from my Budlight Platinum glass bottle. I tossed it on the ground, and popped open another.

Third rule I broke; littering.

Everyone was racing to their cars to leave. Not me, though. My older sister, Kennedy, was freaking out, trying to pry my keys out my hands.

Kennedy was my perfect older sister. She was a cheerleader and everyone loved her. Thankfully she wasn’t one of those ‘I’m better than you and I’m a skank’ cheerleaders.

“Come on, Kenz, you cannot get in trouble again!” my best friend, Ryan Cummings, said ushering me to my car that my dad bribed me with to get good grades.

It worked, for nine weeks. Nine weeks of good grades for a brand new, red Mustang was definitely worth following the rules just once. Especially since the day after he bought me the car I failed a test, on purpose.

He was livid.

“Listen to him, Kenzie! Dad will kick your ass!” Kennedy whined, panicking. It was the last day of summer and she hadn’t done one thing this summer that would be actually considered as fun. I had convinced her to come out just this once, and all she did was talk about how we were annoying and going to get into trouble.

Dad would not kick my ass. He would give me a stern talking to, shake his head, mumble something under his breath, and leave me to go on my way.

 “Ryan, chill, I’m not going to get in trouble,” I mumbled, feeling the buzz and calmness from the alcohol taking over me. I ignored Kennedy.

I saw the lights and a panicking Ryan and Kennedy. I shrugged.

“Fine,” I said throwing down my beer bottle, tossing my keys to my sober sister, and hopping into his truck. I didn’t want to be with Kennedy. Before I could even close the door, he was racing out of the parking lot, heading for the neighborhood we both lived in.

I laughed looking out of his back window as a cop stopped in the parking lot to pick up the bottles. I also laughed because I was looking at the sticker on Ryan’s car. It read, ‘Cumming All Over You’. It got me and my perverted mind every time. I loved riding in his old, Ryan-scented truck just for the fact of the sticker.

I was laughing hysterically and after a while, so was Ryan. It always took him a few minutes to stop freaking out. His laugh was so deep and child-like, it made me smile. His dimples appeared, and his brown hair looked darker in his truck. His brown eyes lit up with such amusement.

Ryan was my best friend. The only best friend I had ever had. I had friends but they were nothing compared to Ryan; My Ryan.

After five minutes of nonstop laughs, break checking my sister every other minute until she decided to take a back road, and going to the McDonalds drive thru, we made it back, safe and sound.