Sinning like a saint // BJA

[30] Whats wrong?

"That's it," Mike sighed turning the car radio up full blast. The music began to blare through the car deafening me.

"Mike!" I tried to shout over the music. "Mike turn it down!"

Never mind Mike hearing me, I could barley hear myself. I grunted turning the radio back down. "Why did you do that?" I asked him a little pissed off.

"Because you won't shut up whining, God who knew you'd be so depressing with out Beej,"

"I'm not depressing! I'm angry... there's a difference,"

"And annoying," He added turning the notch back up.

The music was once again hurting my ears, but after a few seconds I became use to it. Sat beside Mike driving as I wallowed in my own self pity.

Being dragged somewhere I don't wanna be. I wanna go home, I don't wanna party tonight. I don't wanna drink or smoke tonight. But Mike had other plans.

Mike began to shout along to the lyrics of the song. Nudging me every once in a while with his arm dangerously steering with one hand trying to get me to scream the lyrics too.

"Mike I don't wanna sing," I muttered, not that it was heard over not only the music but him.

He carried on, having the time of his life annoying me.

He was surprisingly in a very happy mood tonight. Mike was normally getting annoyed at me for being dull lately, which he still was. But he was laughing while telling me to shut up tonight.

Finally we parked outside the house party. Already I was beginning to feel sick and regretting letting in to come here .

There were a few people on the front garden, with their cans, cups and cigarettes.

I opened the car door as me and Mike climbed out. The loud music already being able to be heard. We made our way over into the house party, people already stumbling around.

Apparently getting wasted in another house is an only teenagers obligation.

"See! It's not that bad!" Mike smiled over at me. I gave him a look of annoyance before we walked through the house trying to find Tre and Charlie.

We looked around most rooms, not being able to see them. Each room seeming more packed then the last, the smell of weed and alcohol roaming around the walls.

"Just ring him Mike," I sighed as we stopping looking around.

"He won't answer, let's just keep looking-"

"-No, how about you keep looking. I'm going to sit right-" I dropped myself down on an empty sofa. "-Here,"

He sighed before walking away carrying on with his search for Tre cool and his girlfriend.

I looked around the room at all the people in here. Some looking oddly familiar, some looking very and others being complete strangers to me. So far no Ella, Miles or Billie Joe. So at least that was okay.

After a while of sat quietly on my phone fidgeting in my seat I felt someone come behind the sofa I was sat on, grabbing both of my shoulders and shouting loudly in my ear.

"Boo!"

I squealed loudly shooting up on my feet only meeting to see Tre laughing his absolute ass off.

"You nearly died!" He Hollard.

"You'll die in a minute,"

"I warned you." Mike muttered to Tre leaning over to him. "She's in a very viscous mood,"