Chapter Ten: Bad Trips Part 1
The whole routine of being studly teenagers was beginning to take its toll on the Hamato brothers so much that when Tiger invited them to her older brother's party, knowing that Master Splinter would without a doubt say "no" to their attending it due to the final chance of high school they were dangling off of, they, shockingly even Leonardo, had decided to lie right to their father's face, telling him that they were just going for an extra long patrol of the city to make up for the times they hadn't, and that they weren't going to be back until morning.
It was the perfect excuse. It was a Friday night and they had no reason to go to bed early. Plus, the brothers thought they deserved a party after behaving themselves so well over the past couple of months. Going to a party would be a great experience. They saw parties on movies and television, never thinking that they would actually be invited to one by a cute girl, never mind, actually just being a part of one.
After Master Splinter had retired to his bedroom for the night, the brother's went over Donatello's conditions about the anti-mutagen.
"The amount I pour into cups every morning for us to consume before school is enough to get us through approximately eight to nine hours of the day, one tall glass. In order for us to get through Tiger's older brother's party, which will assumingly go on until dawn, about 8:00 o'clockish, we will have to drink two tall glasses filled to the brim, approximately garnering us eighteen hours, which I'm sure is more than enough. The time right now is 8:30 p.m. and the party starts at 9:00 p.m., so if we drink it right now, we'll have about eleven and a half hours." Donatello explained carefully.
The anti-mutagen tasted nasty. Donatello had to make anti-mutagen smoothies out of them, blending up the neon blue, life changing substance with yogurt and fruit to make it taste somewhat bearable to chug down.
Donatello was exhausted, having worked on making several batches of the anti-mutagen just for the sake of one, big house party a couple nights before. He wanted to make sure everything was crystal clear with his brothers, not wanting them to mess anything up and to intake the right dosages to make their night out as successful as possible.
Since the Halloween party was, of course, a costume party, the thought of going as themselves, the teenage mutant ninja turtles, had come to mind, but they all quickly agreed that it was too risky. Whenever a human accidently caught sight of them on the streets, they didn't think of the whole get-up as being costumes, but as lizards or aliens of some sort, and they honestly didn't want that ruining their new way of life – so, Leonardo, of course, decided to go as a regular ninja, Raphael, a football player, Donatello, of course, a mad scientist, and Michelangelo, a zombie.
Before leaving for the party, Leonardo suddenly piped up, his guilty conscience beginning to rise to the surface.
Despite everything, he was still the leader of his brothers and the loyal son of his sensei. "I want you guys to promise me that you won't get too out of hand."
His younger brothers stopped dead in their tracks on the way to the front door. They knew they shouldn't be promising anything. It was their first party. Anything could happen.
"I promise." They all assured in unison, anyways, resuming their way out the door.
In an old, beaten up, black jeep recovered by Donatello from a junkyard not too long ago, Raphael, the most experienced driver from his nights out with his beloved, red motorcycle, pulled him and his brothers up to Tiger's home which was located in a remote, classy neighbourhood frequently inhabited by people with lots of money.
The Hamatos gaped in awe at the beige, two-story home with clean, white shutters, large, oriental glass windows with a matching door, and perfectly manicured front lawn. Even though there was litter from beer cans, dead leaves, and paper plates spewed everywhere and intoxicated kids running around like mad lunatics, it was still a beautiful place.
"Whoa, dudes, just look at this dudette's house! I didn't know she was rich!" Michelangelo exclaimed, excitedly jumping out of the jeep once Raphael had parked it. His brothers followed close behind.
"Keep your promises, guys." Leonardo reminded his brothers who didn't even bother to listen.
They leapt onto the front stoop and Michelangelo frantically rang the door bell several times.
Tiger answered the door. She was dressed up as a cheerleader, her uniform a sea of bright pink. Her fiery, red curls were pinned up in cutsie pigtails on both sides of her head. She had a drink of some short in the red cup that she held in her right hand. A look of pure annoyance was written on her face, worrying Michelangelo who thought the expression was because he and his brothers had showed up.
"Hey, dudette, what's wrong?!" Michelangelo cried with concern, wrapping his arms around his crush in a tight hug. He was relieved when Tiger returned the gesture.
"Freaking Amanda…! She's here!" Tiger answered dully, slamming the door behind the brothers once Michelangelo broke the embrace. She gently took hold of Michelangelo's hand with her free one, and tenderly dragged him into the dining room, pointing to the sight of an intoxicated Amanda who was dressed up as a skimpy version of Little Red Riding Hood with a short, red skirt revealing white lingerie, and five-inch, black pumps, dancing and grinding with two other guys on the dinner table, one wearing a wolf mask and the other wearing an alien, to the catchy guitar rhythm of Metallica's "Enter Sandman" which blared throughout the whole house on, without a doubt, expensive, good quality speakers.
"The party only started half an hour ago and she's pounded down shot after shot, maybe even smoked some weed! God knows what else she could be on! All thanks to her, I'm now going to have to disinfect that table! I eat on there!" Tiger scowled loud enough over the music for Michelangelo to hear her. "I just wish one of her heels would crack in half from all the dancing, putting her in the freaking hospital so no one has to deal with her for the rest of the night!"
Michelangelo rested a calming hand on her shoulder, sensing that she was very well worked up.
"Why did your brother even invite her?!" He asked her.
Tiger scoffed and rolled her eyes. "He invited everybody here tonight, even all of the people he hates! He figured since he's graduating this year, why not?! Plus… he always thought Amanda was hot…!"
Michelangelo scrunched up his face in disgust as Amanda continued to rock out with the two mystery guys.
Behind Michelangelo and Tiger, Raphael's mouth was open and gaping wide at the sight of what was happening on one of Tiger's pieces of furniture.
Amanda's body snaked, spun, dipped, swayed, flailed, and rocked this way and that, arms, legs, hips, and all, to the metal beat and against the wolf and alien's bodies, her leg muscles tensing up every time she decided to drop down to her heels as she sexily brushed her butt against their crotches. Her black hair, which was worn down in waves, was whipping around from the constant head bangs and whiplashing neck movements. The whites of her eyes were bloodshot and glossy, but with no sign of the bruise around her left hue. She seemed to be enjoying herself, laughing loudly, despite almost everyone in the crammed house who had gathered around to eye her carefully with judgement, disgust, and amusement all at the same time, but Amanda could really dance and shake her shit, so she had nothing to worry about.
All of the sudden, Raphael felt a pang all throughout his body of something he couldn't quite understand at first. Was it? It couldn't be… jealousy?
Fuck that! Raphael mentally screamed, quickly pushing his September thoughts in the back of his mind.
"I wonder who da big, bad wolf is!" Raphael remarked with inspiration from Amanda's costume, immediately grabbing the attention of Tiger who turned around to face him with an amused smile finally lighting up her face.
"Oh, my god, that day in gym class when you gave her a black-eye with the basketball made my life! Good for you!" Tiger heckled almost evilly in Raphael's face, taking Michelangelo aback slightly.
Raphael laughed back just as evilly, too.
Wanting to very badly change the subject, Michelangelo asked, "So, dudette, where did you get the money to afford such a nice house all the way here in this neighbourhood?!"
Taking his little brother's hint, Raphael abandoned the two to talk over the deafening music, dodging his way through ongoing partiers on the way to the kitchen for some much needed alcohol.
"Well, my parents used to own three businesses, but they sold them not too long ago!" Tiger shouted.
"Where are your parents?!" Michelangelo asked her curiously.
"Oh, they're on a trip out of the city! They won't be back until Sunday!" Tiger replied, taking a long sip from her drink.
"What kind of trip?!" Michelangelo wondered.
"Uh, for a two day touring alongside a local, folklore band! My parents sing, and that's where I get my musical and performing background from!" Tiger replied proudly.
Michelangelo smiled. "Well, you definitely got talent, dudette!"
"Thanks!" Tiger beamed.
Donatello piped up from behind Tiger and Michelangelo unexpectedly. "Where's Arianna?!" He asked almost nervously.
"Oh, she couldn't come to the party! Her parents are very strict people!" Tiger replied.
"Oh, I see!" Donatello dropped before zigzagging slowly through the crowded home away from Tiger and Michelangelo.
"I see that they have gotten close from the past little while!" Tiger exclaimed, referring to Arianna and Donatello.
"Yeah, I've seen that, too!" Michelangelo chuckled.
Almost as if in a relief of tension, Tiger lazily leaned up against Michelangelo, resting her head in the crevice of his neck and exhaling every last bit of her stress.
Michelangelo gladly took her in his arms once again.
"I'm so glad you came! When you didn't arrive here on time, I honestly was getting so worried! I didn't want to be stuck here watching Amanda make a fool of herself all night! You're just so amazing, Mikey, like, you just melt all of my stress away and make me forget about everything! I'm glad you arrived when you did… and you look so creepily good!" Tiger all openly admitted, gently pulling herself away from him to look into his eyes, two dots of blue in the center of a bloody, but still handsome, face.
They resumed their embrace.
"I'm sorry me and my brothers didn't get here on time, dudette! We were just going over a couple of things! Ditto to everything, and you also look good, amazing even!" Michelangelo replied happily, burying his face into her soft, sweet smelling hair.
They remained in their huddle in silence for about five minutes, just enjoying each other's comforting presences before Michelangelo decided to start off another subject of conversation. "Do you think you and Aaron will get away with this party?! Do you think the cops might come around?!"
Pulling away from Michelangelo, Tiger looked up at his face again, smiling sweetly.
"I don't care and I don't care. I get to spend my Halloween with you and that's all that matters to me right now." She explained, still smiling.
The two hugged again for the fourth time that night.
"Sounds good to me. The feelings are mutual, anyways." Michelangelo replied softly.
After downing a whole bottle of Jack Daniels, Raphael drowsily emerged from the kitchen. He wish he hadn't done so when he saw Amanda on the other side of the room. She wasn't grinding on the wolf and alien anymore on Tiger's dining room table, but instead, she was sitting on a small inside bench, the wolf and alien finally revealed to be the most scrawniest, geekiest looking kids on earth, sitting on each side of her, kissing her face and neck, exploring their hands all over her upper body and caressing her white, panty-hosed legs and inner thighs hidden beneath her skirt.
Raphael's uncontrollable jealousy took hold of him once again.
Amanda noticed Raphael looking at her from the kitchen entrance. He didn't seem to want to ignore her anymore as he eyed her and the guys' movements carefully.
With a devilish smile, Amanda kissed the guys passionately back as Raphael continued to watch, making it seem as if she were enjoying it, when honestly, she really wasn't. The geeks were irritating and horrible at kissing, and they didn't even come close to possessing the looks that Raphael had. Raphael was hot with his spiked, black hair, large, golden eyes, impressive muscles for a sixteen year-old, and tight ass.
Raphael just wanted to scream. There Amanda was, toying with him again. He just couldn't get away from her. He just couldn't win.
The song that was pulsing through the house was "Need You Tonight" by: INXS, making Raphael just want to throw up his nerves because of how painfully appropriate the song's lyrics for the situation were.
Amanda let off from torturing Raphael, roughly pushing the two guys off of her and snapping her fingers in the opposite direction as if they were puppy dogs. They did as they were told, clearly disappointed.
Amanda quickly turned to face Raphael again when she noticed that he was still eyeing her. Amanda, the alcohol, and music had him in a hypnotic trance. She crossed her legs and smiled at him. The smile was seductive and dangerous. Her high, emerald greens glowering at him like a cat's.
Raphael had enough of this. Amanda was across the room, eyeing him like a sex doll and the song wasn't helping anything one little bit.
Scowling, rolling his eyes, and rubbing his face, Raphael spun around and went back into the kitchen.
Amanda chuckled to herself a little bit, knowing that for the first time in almost two months, she had finally got to him.
She got up from the bench and made her way through the student body of grade nines, tens, elevens, and twelves towards the kitchen.
"Hey, Raphie!" Amanda greeted him once she entered.
"What da hell do ya want?!" Raphael snapped angrily.
"Wow, the first words you've spoken to me for a while! Feeling the love!" Amanda exclaimed, rounding the island in the center of the kitchen to stand face to face before Raphael. He could smell the skunky scent of the weed wafting up from her, curling all around him.
"Dere ain't no love, Amanda! I absolutely hate yer fuckin' guts! Yer a little bitch to me, and ya expect meh ta fall at yer feet like da rest of yer lil' fuckin' buddies?! No fuckin' way! Ya wanna know somethin', Amanda?! Yer jus a sad, strange little girl! A filthy lil' slut!" Raphael furiously screamed in her face, his words stabbing Amanda right through the heart. She just wanted to cry.
"You fucking asshole!" Amanda screamed back, taking her hand away and heaving it forward in a sickening slap that met Raphael directly in the face. It took Raphael aback, staggering backwards a bit from the force. He lifted his hand up to his burning cheek which was warm from where she had struck him.
"It doesn't feel so good to get hit in the face now does it, douchebag?!" Amanda snarled, whirling around on her heels and thundering out of the kitchen, leaving Raphael who was still trying to recover from his shock.
Everyone who was in the kitchen to witness the scene shot Raphael a dirty look, who quickly noticed it and put his rage back into place.
"What da hell are you lookin' at?!" He shot fiercely, making everyone smirk and turn back to their own businesses.
"I hate dat fuckin' bitch!" Raphael growled, pouring himself another shot, sipping it down, and slamming the small glass hard on the island's countertop.
After seeing that his baby brother was contently happy visiting with Tiger, and scowling self-defeatingly at Raphael's dodging to the alcohol in the kitchen, Leonardo had decided to walk around the rambunctious household, the music hurting his ears because he was so used to listening to calming, Japanese music, trying to find anyone from his classes. His amber eyes fell on Isabelle who was resting on a couch in the living room watching "Friday the 13th" on Tiger's sixty-inch, flat-screen television. There were other students sitting on loveseats and chairs around her, but none of them talked to her, and she didn't talk to none of them.
"Hey, Isabelle!" Leonardo greeted his silent friend. He saw that she was dressed up as Cinderella with a twinkly tiara and sparkly, yellow dress that made her honey eyes pop along with a peach-coloured lip gloss. She looked stunning, a big difference from when she showed her face in school with an appearance like she didn't even care for showers, clean clothes, or sleep.
Sipping on a spritzer and munching on a selection of hot, banana peppers, olives, and pickles on a small, paper plate, she looked up at Leonardo slowly.
"Hey, Leo! Sit down and watch this with me!" Putting on a small smile and patting the seat on the couch next to her. Leonardo sat down.
"I'm not really that big into horror movies! I only put up with them when Mikey decides to put one on back at home." Leonardo admitted, chuckling softly as he watched Jason Voorhees hack up an unsuspecting female character after having had sex with her boyfriend.
Isabelle appeared suddenly shocked and confused by this.
"I thought all jocky, teenage boys loved horror movies!" She said, crunching her teeth into a pickle.
"You also thought that jocky, teenage boys didn't write and join writing clubs!" Leonardo laughed as a matter-of-factly.
Isabelle laughed, too.
"I love horror movies! I sometimes wish that I was a part of one! You know? Like, maybe as the killer, other times the victim!" Isabelle shockingly confessed, taking Leonardo aback. He thought this was quite morbid. In the scary movies, the killer always killed, and a lot of the victims always died…
"Why so?!" Leonardo wanted to know.
Isabelle suddenly realized that what she said wasn't exactly the greatest thing she could have said.
"Never mind!" Isabelle replied with the frantic shake of her head, stuffing a handful of banana peppers into her mouth to punish herself for having said something incredibly stupid.
When Isabelle turned away from Leonardo to resume watching the slasher flick, Leonardo raised a suspicious, eye-ridge, but quickly turned to the television to do the same.
Donatello was not enjoying himself one little bit.
Why?
He couldn't even keep down alcohol, for starters. It was one of the nastiest things he'd ever consumed, next to medicine and the anti-mutagen.
He was regretting ever agreeing to attend the Halloween party. The house was so hot, and puke, alcohol, sweat, fornicating, cigarette, and weed reeking. He couldn't even walk around without getting bumped by someone and this made his claustrophobia worse by the minute. These were the reasons why he loved his lab back at home so much. It wasn't smelly and crammed with stupid people. There was no eardrum-splitting music relentlessly blaring. He could actually concentrate and hear his thoughts. He could actually breathe.
Donatello staggered his way through a couple that was making out, angrily disrupting them, pushing through the back door, desperate to get out into the cool, night air before his nerves got so bad and he was puking all over the place.
Too late. He emptied his stomach out over the patio railing into some shrubs. He suddenly felt really sick.
While wiping his mouth clean from the excess vomit, Donatello wobbled over to the front railing and looked up into the starlit sky which reminded him of Arianna who loved astronomy as she also did her astrology and Greek mythology.
Suddenly, Donatello felt really dizzy and the stars began twinkling in time to the hypnotic song that was playing inside the house. And the moon… it had a face and it was… No, it couldn't be. Winking at him?
"What the heck?" He exclaimed, stumbling away from the railing in shock, only to fall into the arms of three, black hooded figures.
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