Consequences

Max slammed his door, and then slid down it. Running his hands through his nearly black hair, he sighed. His mother was so much trouble. Fifteen minutes before, his mother had caught him listening to a bad radio station.

"Maxwell Brandon Harvey!" she had cried.

Max had immediately known what he had done wrong. "Mom, I'm sixteen! I can listen to what I want."

"Not while you're living in my house. Do you need to stay home from Zach's party tonight? I can't trust-"

"I get it mom. No, look, I'm changing the station right now!" he flipped the dial, and a Christian song came on.

"You can't fool me with that one. No party tonight, and no car either."

"But mom-"

"No arguing!" She held out her hand, staring Max in the face.

Grumbling, Max took his keys out of his pocket.

"You are to stay in your room for the next week. I can't trust you."

Anger boiled and stomach. "I hate you, Mom." He muttered, and then ran up the stairs to his room.

"Come back here-" His Mom's voice was cut off as he slammed his door.

He stood back up and heard something jingle in his pocket. Max slid his hand into his pocket, pulling out a $10.00 bill, the money for the party, some spare quarters, the pencil, and his key. Gasping, he realized that he had his spare car key.

A voice echoed from below, "I'm going to the store." His mom's voice sounded disappointed and whiny, like she had cried.

Like he cared.

Wait, this was even better! Max was alone, with his car. He was going to the party after all.

Max rode in his new blue corvette, his first, brand new car. His favorite radio station, the one he was grounded for in the first place, was blaring. He felt rebellious. He snickered, and then focused on the road, taking the familiar route to his best friend's house, Zach. He hoped that his girlfriend Mackie would be there.

His favorite song, 'Hardcore', by The Animals, suddenly jumped to life out of his stereo. Quickly finding the beat that he enjoyed so much, he sung the metal. The chorus was his favorite part.

I don't care

About reputation

I'll just crash it

Right down to the floor

And go hardcore

'till I can't no more

And song ended, and he pulled into Zach's driveway and hopped out. Looking around, he noticed that he was the first to the party. Excited, he ran to the door and knocked. Zach opened the door, smiling. His girlfriend, Nicole, considered the hottest girl in the high-school, stood behind him. Zach, with his brown hair, athletic build, and charming smile, was right up on the popularity meter with Max.

Max held up a fist. "Hey, bro." He called.

Zach returned the fist bump. "You're early." He commented, and then added, "Come in!"

Max stepped into Zach's two story house to tee that the whole house was decked out with speakers, strobes, and confetti. Every table was full of food and soda. It was a high-scholar's dream.

He smiled at Zach. "How did you get your parents to buy you all this?" He asked. His parents wouldn't buy him a thing.

"Didn't. They wouldn't buy me as much as a toothpick. Nicole and I fooled our money to get all this. Hey, go plug in your iPod and get the music on."

Max laughed, knowing that Zach's parents were out of town and that they would literally kill Zach for having a party.

Max was basically the DJ, because of his amazing taste in music. He could feel the crowd's mood and put on the perfect music to improve their mood. He knew that that the best rave, screamo, and pop songs that fit together perfectly. Best of all, he had amazing skills in creating music and sold his music like any artist. Finding the radio, he plugged his black, customized Ipod that had his artist name on it, Wolf Howl, into into it and paused. What would get the crowd excited?