Chapter 2

I drove out of Albuquerque and ended up in the small town next to it, the one that had all the bars and clubs. I ended up right in the middle of the road with all the gay bars and clubs.

I parked my car outside of a brick building, and went inside, hoping that maybe someone could give me directions to somewhere to sleep. When I stepped inside, however, I found myself smack in the middle of a gay club. How I got in with no I.D, I've yet to understand.

I guess I must of caused a riot or something because the moment I stepped into the club,heads turned, and I was noticed by a tall,brunette boy. He walked over towards me and put an arm around my shoulder. I wanted to say it was awkward,but it wasn't.

"Hey." He breathed in my ear, "Where ya headin?"

I didn't now how to answer, so I simply said" Nowhere." That must have been the right answer, because he took me out back and fucked me. When we were finished, I asked him if he knew of any places to stay, and he drove me back to his house for the night.

He introduced his self as Andi, insisting that it wasn't spelled with a "Y", and also said he'd fucking kill me if he were called Andrew.

I'm not in the mood to die, even though at the moment I think my dad wouldn't give a shit—so I mental noted not to make the slip up.

He must of seemed really desperate, or extremely horny or bored or something, because we fucked again.

And again..

And again..

And yet, again.

We finished around three in the morning from what I remember. I don't remember too much because A, I think he slipped in some alcohol or something, and B, I was too tired to pay attention.

Waking up the next morning I felt oddly refreshed, and in a very rebellious state;I guess I wasn't used to the self-freedom I recently got.

It felt weird to be in a building of a guy I hardly knew, and to be alone in said building. I knew better not to touch or mess with anything, so I decided it would be best to take a shower and get out.

When I got out of the shower, I pulled on the only clean clothes I had, which were so unEvansish, I'm sure I would have been ticketed by the fashion police. Somehow an old hooded sweatshirt got into my bag along with some nicer pants. I guess I didn't pay so much attention to what I was stuffing into my bag;I was just trying to get out before times up.

I reached down to the bottom of my bag, and found the fifty dollar bottle of hair gel from France Sharpay forced me into getting. I wrinkled my nose when I opened the lid off the bottle. I always hated the smell of it; it smelled like Boi's poo.

As a sudden streak of aggression entered my body, I opened the window of the building, and hurled the over priced bottle of gel into the streets below. After hearing the satisfied smashing of glass, I shut the window and walked back to the bathroom.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I walked passed and studied my appearance. You could see the roots beginning to show my natural dirty blond hair, patches of bleached blond hair scattered through my hair. I never noticed how out of date my dye job was. I guess it was because my hair was constantly hidden behind hats—which I sadly forgot to pack.

I studied myself some more, constantly concentrating on my blond hair. I was beginning to hate the hideous shade of blond, and felt as if it didn't suit the new emotions I was beginning to feel.

As I was going out the door I caught glimpse of yet another mirror. I knew automatically it was time to do something.

I was going to kill everything Evans like if it killed me.