Music was pounding in my ears as I walked through the crowded room looking for Gabriel. Heat was radiating off of peoples bodies as they danced to the blaring music, drinks in hand, grinding against each other. The girls were flirting, dancing with their boobs hanging out of their skimpy shirts, and mini-skirts that barely covered their butts. The guys were laughing, enjoying their views down the girl's shirts and had their hands inching their way slowly up the girl's skirts. I couldn't squeeze my way through the bodies that surrounded me, and I couldn't see Gabriel anywhere in the whole damn place. A guy came up beside me and tipped over the cup in my hand, filled with beer brimming over the top.

"Watch it, jerk!" I yelled over the music.

"Sorry, didn't see you there," and then he was gone, down the hallway towards what I thought were the bedrooms. He probably thought he was going to get lucky tonight, well, good for him.

I continued my search for Gabriel until I found myself walking out on the porch where the cool, night spring breeze woke up my senses and I became more alert. A couple guys were out smoking and I decided that would probably make me feel better, too. I pulled out my Marlboro cigarette box and lighter, lit up, and took a long drag. I thought about clearing my head and not bothering to search for Gabriel anymore and decided he could find me. I looked out on the suburban neighborhood watching the abandoned street. The lights weren't on at any houses, and it was nearly three in the morning, so I understood that. The night was dead silent compared to the house behind me that was practically jumping off the ground, and I started wondering why there weren't any cops being called yet.

After I was done with my cigarette I started listening in on people's conversations like I do normally. I slide into the background easily, not liking to stand out in the crowd, as I pretend I'm watching the highway. I can see if I tilt my head just right. A guy was talking to his girlfriend, and it didn't look like it was going well.

"C'mon baby, why you gotta be like that. You know I wasn't cheating on you. Don't you trust me, baby girl?" said the guy I recognized as Juan Garcia.

His girlfriend was Ginifer Kale, who looked so pissed off I didn't even know if she was going to answer him. She answered, but it was so soft I could barely hear her, "Juan, stop playin' me I know what you been doin' with Felicia Darcy. You go behind my back like I don't know a damn thing and fuck with another girl, you mother fucking bastard!"

Ginifer then walked away quickly towards her car, pissed, but I knew that she was going to come back to him when they had been apart for enough time. They did this at least once a month, and it was no surprise to anybody who knew them. Juan knew that she couldn't stay away from him for too long, he also knew that he, himself, was a player, and that nobody could stop him from playing his dirty little games.

Just then Gabriel walked out the door and came to me, "I couldn't find you anywhere. Are you ready to leave now? The cops could show up at any moment and I don't want to be around when they get here."

"Yeah, I'm ready. I don't want to go home though, at least not yet. My dad will probably be up waiting for me anyways." I said fearfully. We walked towards my car, a black Honda Accord, and started hurrying when we heard the sirens in the distance.

We got in quickly, and I pushed the gas and sped down the street. As I concentrated on the road, Gabriel seared the radio for some good music on the radio and stopped on a rock station, Godsmack's Whiskey Hangover was playing which I thought was somewhat appropriate. We got down the street and turned before we saw the lights of the cop cars.