Chapter 3
Danny and I had been fighting a lot lately and after I usually just walked to the nearest club and drowned all my worries…Till I woke up covered in puke but that's beside the point. When I came home Danny spazed on me and kept apologizing even though I knew it was going to happen the next day anyway. I just tuned him out and turned back to my boring life, rarely communicating with anyone other than the people at my job. Oh, I work at a bank, not that you care but whatever. So, I actually got a call from someone other than Danny and Jessica. It was just my boss, have no idea how he got my number, he's just freaky like that though. I was walking to the bar when I ran into that new girl, what's her name? Lets go for Bree, hope it's right. Well, she saw me and came over to say hi. Score!! Her name was Bree, psh, I'm awesome! Not really, so shut up. I guess she's nice. She's quiet, but still bubbly at the same time, explain that one to me.
She just kept talking and talking though. Kind of threw off my schedule, you know? The do nothing for a few hours, go downstairs, fight with "boyfriend', get drunk, wake up in your bed a 3 in the afternoon schedule. Not that I cared, I was only missing the fight with "boyfriend" part anyway, and she wasn't cutting into my drinking time cause were at a bar. So I was perfectly fine with the company, talking with her and drinking my paycheck away. Oh my paycheck!
I get paid today, tomorrow, lost track of time. Whatever. Ha ha Danny's going to be mad that I'm not home, get worried, come looking for me by checking all the bars first, and when he finds me talking…sort of listening…spacing out while Bree is talking to me. And then I don't know, either he'll start talking to Bree and ignore me or give me a lecture about making him worried… Or maybe he'll oh look, he's here… What did I tell you? Danny smashed open the doors to the bar, causing everyone's heads to swivel as fast as they could to see what happened. I'm not glad I recognized him. If he had come just a few sips later I either wouldn't have recognized him or passed out. But luckily, well, lucky for me not Bree… That rhymed!! Ok… back to the point. Poor Bree had to talk to Danny, well, not really cause he was pretty drunk too and left after a bit. And so he just came in all pissed and drunk, looked at me then walked over and grabbed my drink. Damn, now I couldn't get to the pass out stage, what a bitch. But ya, and he drank it in like 3 seconds, gave me a short lecture on I don't remember what then looked at Bree
"Oh, who are you? Who cares, how are you? Do you know what that drink was? It was good." He spat in like 7 seconds then left, which made Bree and me happy. I still don't know much about Bree, really just her name and the fact that she thinks my hair is cool, which I find rather nice. But she has a really nice body…not that I was looking… Really, I'm drunk and jealous, what do you think I'm going to do? Well if you were actually thinking about it then you probably would come up with that anyway… But who gives a fuck in the first place? I told Bree I was going to go, I think, or maybe it wasn't cause she looked at me like I was crazy, which I am, but that's beside the point. I walked, and tripped and probably skipped for all I know back to that disgusting smelly house.
"Oh god… I have to go to school tomorrow, shit… I look like a drugie" I mumbled to myself. I heard my phone ringing from my ass. Vivica by Jack off Jill, great song, but still creepy when your ass sings to you. Anyway, Jessica called me, and apparently her life sucked, poor thing. 'I'm sorry Jess, mines does too but why does yours suck?" I asked, not really used to civilized socialization. "I got kicked out of like so many clubs and I'm getting D's!! How the hell am supposed to get into college??" she screamed. "I've been wondering the same, I'm a drunk and you're a smart little, actually rather tall girl who's getting D's. I really do wonder" I replied sadly.
She was down t like one minute on her phone on around the 7th day of the month, poor thing. I looked over at that stupid beepy torture device the call an alarm clock and punched it, and added another crack to the growing collection on the screen