The Long, Winding Road

6.

Saturday, November 5th

It's been two weeks since everything went down.

Steven's parents came home a day earlier, after they suspected something was wrong from all the phone calls they had been receiving. His neighbours pretty much have it out for him. When Stevie wasn't answering their calls any longer, it tipped them off even further. When they got home, they were in for a real treat.

The house was trashed.

A mass message chain was sent around with videos from that night. It became the thing to talk about. It's not all that shocking, though, things got seriously wild.

Kegs were hanging out of trees and people were drinking from beer bong tubes, chandeliers were swung from and smashed, people were jumping from the roof onto bouncy houses, TV's were thrown out the window, people were thrown into windows, his dad's car was totaled from burnouts on the lawn; and that's only the least of it. The cops came back in numbers, and a full on rally broke out. Bottles were flying and smashed on their cars. A "COP, GO HOME" chant burst through the streets. Neighbours mailboxes were hit, lawn ornaments smashed, and property trashed. The cops dispersed and the crowd only got more insane. Eventually, they came back and people were getting arrested for public disturbance, underage drinking, and inciting a riot.

That's when the crowd started to die out.

Stevie had almost twelve-hundred show at his party. He wondered where they even came from, as his social interaction is limited to our circle of friends. He later found out that Axel purposely 'forgot' to mention he had posted it all over the internet, and it spread faster than Chlamydia at a frat party.

He walked the hallways at school on the following Monday, and people were cheering and applauding. Which was just nuts. He felt on top of the world, and like he was finally recognized for something way better then being an over-achiever.

Pretty cool way it happened, in my opinion.

His parents did not think the same, obviously. Stevie was charged with almost five different charges. With the help of a prestigious lawyer, he should be okay. I can't say the same about his parents.

His parents were fined with almost twenty-thousand dollars in damage fees. Every one of his paycheques now goes towards the damages. I have a feeling he's going to be paying it off for a really long time. He's also not allowed to go anywhere except school and work for a month.

He still rolls up to school with his dad's beat up car as part of his punishment; it doesn't even have doors on the left side and the rear window is blown out. He takes "white trash" to a whole new level.

The rest of the boys' charges were dropped. They managed to get out of it scot-free from their parents, no punishments. I want to know how they managed to weasel out of that one. I missed it when everything got bad. They still give me crap for not being there when it all broke out to hell. I probably would be dead if I was. If the alcohol and chaos didn't, William and Nora would have done me in.

Word got out to William and Nora about what exactly happened at Stevie's, and well, the rest is clearly predictable. I've already had many arguments with them about it, but it didn't get me anywhere. It only got me more grounded time, and space away from the boys.

I haven't been allowed to see them outside of school since that Monday. I'm not supposed to, anyway. School is the only exception, but hell, we're not even there half the time. Under the stairwell, and the dumpster behind the school, see more of us than our teachers.