Chapter 2

May entered her house silently. She heard the loud music crash inside the house. May slipped into the house quietly. The moment she entered the door, she was greeted by eighteen year olds partying, their heads bouncing back and forth, their hips swaying—no, trying to sway with the rhythm, and some were passed out on the couch.

"May! You're back!" a voice greeted her arrival. May grinned.

"Misty! Where's Dawn?" May asked.

"Maaaaay!" a shrill voice shouted. May laughed.

"Dawn! I take it, you passed your exams?"

"No," Dawn said dully. May raised an eyebrow. "I'm just throwing this party to make it seem like I passed the exam," Dawn said sarcastically.

"Don't joke with me, little sister. Where's father?"

"You know," Misty said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh," was all May could say. She knew where this was going. May sighed. "Dawn, careful with the party, no drinks."

May headed down the hallway, through the staircase, and voila, she found her dad with some girl.

"What's your favorite song?" she heard her dad ask.

"Umm.. The title is 'Forgive Me,'" the girl said.

"Forgive Me? Why, that is my favorite song too!" her dad said. "You see, I was once in a band. NO-ROCK-CO. Norman, Rock, and Company. Do you want me to teach you the chords?"

May knew it was time to intervene. She cleared her troat loudly. "Forgive me for the interruption okay!" May said cheerfully. "But, Dawn's looking for you right now! So, see you later!"

"Ah, is that so?" the girl said. "Thanks!"

May nodded, acknowledging her statement. She peered throught the staircase, and she watched the girl's figure disappear. May turned to her dad with such distaste. She clicked her tongue. "Dad, look at yourself! Even Dawn's friends! Come on, you really want to stoop that low? That's the reason why mom left you, you know."

Norman lowered his shades to his nose. "Daughter, your daddy needs love!"

"Not this way!" May pouted. "I doubt you even listened to my segment!"

"F-Y-I, I listened to it," Norman pointed to the radio behind him. "Recorded it. I loved it. Straight to the point, and I loved it."

"Recorded it?" May asked, grinning. She pressed a button on the radio, and heard her voice emitting from the radio. May smiled.

"Come on, Man, you need to review for your exams," Ash said, his feet propped up on a table. "Stop looking at those car brochures and study! Paul, pass me the chips, would you?" the purple-haired boy shook his head. "Gary, pass me the chips!"

"For once, he's right," Misty sighed. "I'm going to ask you a question. It's simple, promise, a gradeschool student could answer it: Name five ways on how to relieve morning sickness."

"True," the emerald-eyed boy answered.

"Drew, you're not listening! This isn't a true or false question!" Misty shouted.

A distant ringtone was heard. Drew pushed back his chair, stuck his phone in his pocket, and answered it.

'Honey, where are you?'

"I'm at the gas station stores with Ash and the others. Reviewing for the exams," Drew answered. Behind him, Ash made a face resembling disgust, while Paul and Gary smirked. Misty rolled her eyes sarcastically at his lie.

'Oh, do you need me to pick you up?'

"No need," Drew answered.

'Okay. Bye!'

Drew closed his phone. He stared at his friends, who were staring at him. Their eyes were screaming, 'LIAR.' Drew shrugged off their stares and looked ahead. A car drove up to the air/water station, it's colors shining in the darkness. A lady stepped out of the car, wearing a very revealing dress. "Help?" her lips mouthed.

Drew excused himself from the others, who looked at him as if he was crazy. Nevertheless, they let him go.

Drew approached the woman, and grabbed the wire from the station. He attached it to the tire of the car, pushed a few buttons, and watched as the tire grew. "You have to learn how to do this you know," he said to the woman. "What if someone isn't her to help you?"

"Ahem."

Drew's emerald eyes widened as he turned around. There, standing in all her glory, was his-

"Brianna! What are you doing here?" he asked. "Can you believe Misty? I mean, she and the others just left," Drew said. Brianna glared at him.

"Are you sure you're reviewing for the exams?" Brianna asked. She stared at the woman in front of her with distaste, "Or are you reviewing her?"

"N-no, Brian-"

"Argh! I hate you Andrew Hayden!" Brianna screeched. "We. Are. Over!"

Brianna sat next to her driver, tears spilling out of her eyes. "Argh! Stupid Drew. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!" More tears. "I hate him!" Tears. "I never want to see him in my life, ever again!" Tears. "I wish he would just die!" Tears. "A liar, a scoundrel, a cheater!"

"Ma'am, I really wish I could help you. If I were you, I'd call DJ Flower. She's an expert in giving advice."

Brianna stared at her driver. "Give me the number to her radio station."