KING ---
"Aye! King! Come 'ere mate!" My eyes searched the crowd jumping head and i saw Micheal waving his hand in the air as he jumped to get my attention. I was surprised I even heard his voice form so far away over the booming music coming out of the speakers on all corners of the room.
"I'II catch-up with you." I told Bryan who seemed to have his eyes set on a Blondie dancing with her friend on the side. She was pretty hot I guess, but without makeup she probably would've passed for an average bat most.
"What's good, man?'' I said as I squeezed Michael's hand with a small handshake, nodding my head at the few other dudes on either side of him who clearly didn't go to our school.
"Yeah, not bad . How are you doing?" He asked back , tapping my shoulder as he handed me a can of beer from the cooler behind him.
Alright, nothing new. I said simply with a strung. Clicking open the can and welcoming the feeling of the cool liquid running down my throat. This was … what? My third can of bear tonight? Fourth? I don't know. I wasn't counting. Either way, the night was still young and I had quite a few left before I passed out in someone's room beside some chick I didn't know.
"We're gonna go smoke a couple rounds with the lads in a bit. Thought you'd wanna join". He smirked at me and I laughed, seeing the cockiness swirling in his eyes. He knew my dad had found drugs in my room the other night and came to the school to make me help the janitors for a week. Not that I did much. Carried a mop and bucket to the bathroom and let them do the disgusting job they had to do.
"You're a shifty little bigger, mate." I said with a shake of my head, laughing loudly as he explained the story to the other two guys next to him who also began to laugh.
"Well, what are we waiting for then?" I smirked and they all laughed as we gathered a few more troops and a couple of girls before leaving the main living room of whoever's house this was going to the backyard to have a good time. And a good time was what we had.
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"Hello! Whoever's in there, unlock this bloody door now and get the hell out of my house!" Someone shouted, making my already pounding headache even more as I rolled around groggily and rubbed my eyes.
"For God's sake." I muttered, releasing a yawn, looking down at the bare arm that just wrapped around my torso. Here we go. Another clingy one.
"Morning handsome." She whispered softly, drawing circles on my chest with her slim finger. I looked at her face and cringed. I remember her to be pretty hot last night, but now her make up was smudged and worn out, her hair is messy, she looked horrible.
"Not a great one." I muttered as I held her hand, halting her movements and moving her arm off me as I sat up in the bed and craned my neck to the side. I wouldn't mind waking up to this view every morning. She spoke up once again, trying to make her groggy morning voice sound seductive. Which it didn't, not in the slightest bit.
"Are you people deaf!? Get the hell out! Hurry up!" The voice shouted again making me mutter a coarse word beneath my breath as input on my clothes that were strewn across the floor of someone's bedroom.
"Unfortunately I can't say the same, sweetheart." I said to the girl who gave me a shocked look before narrowing her eyes and swearing at me. "You were great last night." I added with a shrug before moving to the door and unlocking it, pulling it open to see Jeffrey, a guy who is in my sports class in school.
"Hey,man." I said simply, only now finding out that this was his house and obviously his party. I don't know why people are so dumb as to be throwing parties in their own. I mean thank God they did come on, otherwise a life without parties wouldn't be a life worth living, but seriously, which idiot would voluntarily party throw a party, knowing their house will be completely trashed next time and they would have to clean up? Stupid. "Great party, last night."I said to him anyway, tapping his shoulder as I easily made my way down the stairs and out the front door.
'' Where were you all night, young man?" My dad shouted as soon as he saw me leave my room, my towel in my hand as I rubbed it over my wet hair, drying the excess water.
"Out, clearly." I muttered with a scoff, annoying ad hearing the same bloody question every single week. It wasn't like he actually cared about my well being or anything. He was just a demanding control freak who wanted everything done his way.
"Did I not say you were to be home by 1:00 AM every morning?" He shouted again, despite me answering him with a calm voice. There was no other voice in the house, why was he so adamant on waking up the entire neighbor like a bloody psycho?
"When have I ever listened to you, man? Come on, now." I said, scoffing Once again as I threw the towel in my hand into the laundry and sauntered down the stairs, hearing his low grumble and then his stomping as he followed me.
"You're getting out of hand, king! Do not test my patience!" man. This guy really loved screaming first thing in the morning. I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen, ignoring his words as I told the maid to prepare breakfast for me.
"Of course, sir." She answered obediently as she hurried o take out ingredients and pans to make me an amazing fry-up that i was srarved for. She was a nice elderly woman who had been working for my dad for years.
She usually called me King, which i didn't mind but my dad was around, she resorted to Sir as that how my dad wanted it and what my dad wanted, he had to have.
"I've had enough with you! Exactly like your mother….."
"Don't! This time I screamed, not being able to control myself at the mention of my mother coming out of his filthy mouth. "Don't you dare speak of her, you prick!" I shouted, pointing a finger at him and narrowing my eyes as my chest heaved up and down breathlessly.
"No matter how much I did for you to make you a good man, you still go on with your sick ways!" He spat. You're a disgrace to my family name, just like she was!" He screamed back as his wife ran down the stairs, shouting his name to make him stop saying things he'll regret. But I knew him better than that. He wouldn't regret these words. Even if he acted like he did and she managed to get him to apologize to me like the countless times she had, I knew that's what he actually thought.
"Never mind breakfast, Linda. I'm full." I said as I gave her nod, before slamming past my dad, making sure to hit his shoulder as I did, hoping I dislocated it or something before I took my keys off the hook near the front door and left the house.
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Let's go out tonight. I spoke as I bit into my burger, the head around the table turning to look at me with raised eyebrows as if asking what had happened.
On a Sunday? Tyler asked as he shoved a couple of fries into his mouth and chewed them with his mouth open. Not that I cared obviously. I didn't chew with my mouth open, but who was I to tell him how to eat? He was a grown man and he could eat however the hell he wanted to. This is also yet another reason, amongst hundreds, why girlfriends were a no go. Girls, unlike men, had to stick their nose in usefully for and we all know what that's. A small mirk covered my lips at my internal thoughts before I looked back up at the group.
"What? Bars aren't open on Sunday's?" I asked sarcastically, knowing well that they were, even if they weren't as crowded as Friday's or Saturday's.
I'm down Peter said with a shrug as he sipped his drink, looking down at his phone and texting away. Probably some girl he was trying to bed. I could assume the flirty little message he was sending her way, acting like he cared even though he had agreed to come to a bar on a Sunday where he'd probably hook up with a random chick.
We've all been here
"Come on, big man". I know you wouldn't miss it. I muttered, shoving Jackson's shoulder with a smirk on my face as he was sitting next to me. Jackson was the biggest drug addict ever. He was full of rage for everything in life. He hated his family. He hated god for giving him a shitty life. I guess the only thing he really liked was drugs since they gave him an escape. A type of refuge, I suppose. If he wasn't my mate, I'd probably shit bricks if I saw him coming at me. He was a massive dude that would be ticked off at the smallest things. One punch and you'd be gone.
What did I say I wasn't up for it? He spoke, showing me back, almost making me fall off my seat as I laughed. Damn. He hadn't even budged a centimeter when I did that to him.
Fair enough. No way I'm missing out then. Tyler said finally and I smirked, continuing to eat my burger, picturing the night ahead in my head. It was going to be fun night to say the least.
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"Bingo!" Tyler spoke as he saw a group of four girls moving together in the middle of the dance floor. Sunday night-outs were always free of lady troubles as we had school the next day, but dancing never harmed anyone. Why get zero action when you could get a half?
"Brunette's mine". I said quickly, watching the way she moves her body in perfect sync with the music blaring out of the speakers. The rest of the joys called their shots, Tyler and Peter arguing over one of the Blondie's before versing each other in a sudden death match of rock paper scissors.
"Damn it!" Peter muttered as he held out rock while Tyler had paper. Guess I get the ugly into them. He snickered, tipping the rest of his drink down his throat as we all did before making our way over to the group.
Hey, angel."I whispered as I held the girls waist, leaning closer to her ear as I felt her tense slightly, her movements becoming sloppy for a second as she turned to look at me, smiling seductively once she saw me and then carrying on with her movements, this time dancing against me, instead of with her friends.
It's 1:00 AM bro. Let's boot. Peter called over the music about two hours after we had first approached the girls on the dance floor. We had all split up to different areas of the club, spending quality time with each of our girls, but like Peter said, it was time to boot. As much as I hated to admit, there was school tomorrow and I couldn't miss another day unless I wanted to repeat the whole year and Lord knows
I won't be able to take another repeat year of schooling when I am already in my final year.
Looks like I gotta go angel. Was nice while it lasted. I said as I held her neck and kissed her again. She was a good kisser. I'd give all that.
Why don't you take down my number? She asked softly as she kisses down my jaw sensually I smirked before pushing her back away from me and back into her own bar stool I don't do numbers I said simply living may $20 bill on the counter for the last few drinks I had before leaving the girl there in all her lonesome as I walked out of the building and into the fresh air outside you don't realize how disgusting it actually smells in a place like that that until you leave it.
Well, that was fun. Jackson spoke up, shrugging his jacket on and shoving his hand into pocket while we walked down the empty pathway. The air was pretty chilly and I hadn't brought a jacket with me but it wasn't cold enough to shiver.
Loud footsteps of multiple people were headed behind us as if they were running and right as I turned around to look out of curiosity a body slammed into me and I stumbled over my feet, tripping and falling to the ground, landing on my palms.
"Come back here, scumbag!" I called as I stood up quickly only to hiss in pain as I put weight on my foot. Jackson began cursing loudly as the guys who were long gone by now while Tyler steadied me.
"You good?" He asked as he held my arm and looked over my body, even if even if I wasn't fine all of the boys including myself, were way too drunk to notice it.
"Think it's just sprained I won't die" I smoked slurring my words as I looked at Jackson who looked about ready to murder someone. It's not like he was protecting me, hell, I didn't need protection, but Jackson was almost always looking for something to piss him off as an excuse to turn violent.
"Losers." Peter slurred as he stumbled ahead, clearly laughing at the fact that I had actually fallen and embarrassed myself. Peter was the most drunk, he had the ugliest girl so he needed to drink more in order to actually want to hook up with her I guess. I ignored him and it fell silent as well as we all walked for what felt like hours but only like five minutes, with me limping behind the rest of the group and clenching my teeth to dim the pain. Out of the days, today was the one day we literally wasted every single dollar on our drinks and had to walk home.
"Oh look, a muzzie." Jackson said loudly as an obviously Muslim guy was walking towards us, dressed in those white dress things and beard that many of them had for whatever reason.
"Muslim." The guy corrected simply as he was close enough to us where he didn't need to scream like Jackson had. He tried stepping around us to continue walking, but Jackson also stepped to the side, blocking this way. Here we go, I rolled my eyes as the rest of us stopped and watched Jackson pick a fight. He hadn't had one in about a week so this was long overdue. I leaned against the wall to take some weight off my injured foot as I watched the altercation along with Peter and Tyler.
"What was that, smart stuff?" Jackson seethed through his teeth as he pushed his chest out, his shoulder bulging as the guy took a step away to increase space between them.
" You said muzzie, it's Muslim." The guy replied, idiot. Why not just leave the other way? It's obvious he was going to get beat, he was the same size as me, half the size of Jackson. Plus there were the three of us here. Either he was an idiot, or he was an idiot.
"Oh really? What are you gonna do about it, muzzie?" Jackson said, a smirk on his lips, his eyes wide with excitement as he knew he was about to fight. This guy legit needed to see a psychiatrist, his thirst for fights couldn't be a good thing. The thought made me release a chuckle. The guy glances at me for a second, before looking back up at Jackson.
"Nothing? I just corrected you. Next time, you won't sound so ignorant." The guy shrugged and Jackson took another step forward, narrowing his eyes at the guy.
"Correct me?" He asked. "That's funny, because you're a muzzie." He said and I raised my eyebrow. Was it just because I was drunk, or did that not make sense whatsoever? Maybe it didn't make sense and that was because Jackson was drunk and drugged.
"Wow." The guy scoffed, "looks like you need to be corrected on many things. Instead of spending your Sunday night drinking, I'd advise looking for a tutor. You look 20 yet sound ten. "He said and I widened my eyes as did Peter and Tyler who also released 'pooh's' which made Jackson's eyes full of rage. This was probably the first time ever that someone who hadn't backed away from Jackson had taken a jab at him because of his intellect rather than his strength or manhood like we guys usually did during fights.
"Listen," The guy said as he shook his head, raising his hand slightly, I'm not looking for any trouble….."
"Oh yeah?" Jackson said, not letting the guy finish whatever he was about to say as he cut him off.
"Cause I am" Jackson added as he took something out of his pocket, a click sound reasoning theory the quiet night, I realized a second too late that it was a pocket knife. By the time I sobered up as soon as I saw it and pushed myself off the wall to stop him, he had already thrusted the knife into the guy's lower abdomen.
"Jackson!" I shouted as I limped to him and pulled him back. This was the first time I had ever seen Jackson pull out a knife during a fight let alone stab someone. I blinked rapidly, watching the guy grunted and groaned, taking his hand to the wound, dark red blood seeping through his white dress before he stumbled back and leaned against all that pole, his eyes screwed shut.
"What the hell have you done?" I said, not sure whether I was imagining things or whether Jackson had actually just stabbed someone for no bloody reason.
I heard Tyler curse, "Cops," He Said and I turned to see a police car turn into the street "Bolt!" Peter shouted and before I could even comprehend what was going on, Jackson, Peter and Tyler had run off down the street and into the dark while I was struck with a sprained leg, not being able to run. There was no point. Even if I tried running, the cops would get to me in seconds. I stared at the dark where the three figures had disappeared. They actually just left me? Wow.
"Put your hands on your head, now!" Someone shouted and I turned around, looking at the officer who had a gun pointed towards me. If I hadn't sobered up earlier, I would definitely be sober now.
I raised my hands and put them on my head, my heart beating loudly in my chest. The gun was put back into the officer's belt as he ran to me and turned me around, almost throwing me to the floor before the guy spoke up.
"He didn't do anything." He wheezed as he looked at the officer, his face contorted in pain. "He was helping me." He spoke again, making my eyes widen as I looked at him in disbelief, was this guy mentally disabled or something?
"Sir, are you sure?" The officer said and the guy nodded as he told the officer to let me go and take him to the hospital instead, but the officer refused.
"We're going to have to go after the attackers, the ambulance will be here soon." He spoke as he let me go and pulled out a walkie-talkie, calling for the ambulance to the place we were at.
"Sir, please. Let the guys off. It was a misunderstanding. I just need to go to the hospital." The Muslim said and after the two cops looked at each other, they exhaled, nodding their heads as they rushed over to the guy to help him into the car.
I shook my head and began to limp away slowly, but was stopped. "Get into the car, Sir. You'll need to provide a witness statement.
Great.