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Chapter Ten: Like a ROCKSTAR!
Jimmy and Petey were sleeping on the beds when Gary got in, probably too burned out to carry on; Petey was sleeping on his homework, and Jimmy was sprawled on Gary's bed with a Gameboy set on his chest. Shrugging, Gary decided to just push Jimmy off and go to sleep, seeing as Parker invited himself to sleep on the couch. Around the same time the following morning, all four boys sat up and waved at each other. Jimmy simply shrugged when he found himself on the floor.
Parker went through his list of things he needed.
"So, you guys...I only need about thirty more grams...ahh, better make it a pound instead...I'm afraid we might run out too fast...Then again, it depends on how many people want to come. That and a couple of more sixties..." Parker trailed off into his thoughts.
"Don't worry, man. I'll get it. I don't feel like going to class this morning." Gary frowned. He stood up and started making his way towards the door. When he opened it, there was Constantinos who knocked on Gary's forehead instead of the door, with his eyes closed from nervously. "Const...seriously?"
"Sorry...I didn't mean to do that...sorry. Er...can I ask if I heard this correctly?" Gary raised a brow. "You're selling...y'know...pot, now, right??"
"And you heard this from..." Gary asked, he didn't plan on having people find out so quickly...not at least until he was a little further into his actual plan.
"I just assumed...because I saw you give stuff to...oh! Those three, in there!.....Yeah, I was the only one that saw it......Because I'm creepy that way, okay? Now, please, do you think you can sell me some? Er... here." Constantinos nervously gave Gary ninety dollars.
"Sure you just don't wanna make it an even hundred? Look, I have the last twenty grams divided evenly...and I just woke up, I don't wanna guess how much you need." Gary said smoothly...he was quite the salesman when he needed to be. Constantinos complied, taking out another ten dollar bill. Grinning, Gary took it and gave Constantinos one of his bags. "Thank you, pleasure doing business with you."
Gary walked by him and left a nervous Constantinos behind to stare at Parker, Jimmy, and Petey. He waved, and said, "So, err....wanna smoke a joint? Ahh...never mind...." He said as he walked away quickly, leaving behind three confused faces.
Before Gary left the school grounds, he sold the rest of it to Cornelius. Gary was surprised, and he was starting to wonder if selling so soon was a good idea or not. Shrugging it off, he went to go find Norton, who was at the Shop.
"Hey, Norton. I need to see you for a sec." Gary called out to him. There was no one in the shop just yet, and as expected, Gary found Norton under his car. "You were right, I'm all out. You think I could get....oh say...a pound or two?"
This startled Norton; his head hit something under the car as he slid himself out from under it. "What?" Norton spat. "I don't know if I can do that, for just the price of an ounce."
"Look, here's your cut of my profits, and the money you need to return to Johnny, presumably." Gary shrugged, handing Norton a wad of bills. "I'm not ripping you off or anything, besides, it's for a birthday. You could just have fun there, if you're going. I'm not so much of a party person anyways."
"Fine...here. It's in my back pack...they're already organized into pounds...so I'll know if you take more than you're supposed to." Norton said, sliding back under the car.
"Alrighty, Nort." Gary smiled, taking out two pounds and leaving, whistling a tune.
Parker was pacing around in the Beach Clubhouse; he was anxious to see how many showed up. So far, no one. He looked at his watch again. His flyer said six, it was six thirty eight. Sighing, he was going to leave, when he opened the door to a group of confused looking people. There was maybe eighty or so, wandering around on the dock, below it, and smoking up by the water. Smiling, he said,
"Hey, the party's in HERE!" Parker smiled broadly. Everyone looked up, smiling and making their way into clubhouse. Parker grinned as he followed his party people and went behind the bar. He plopped his CD in and turned it up all the way. [let's get this motherfucker tipsy, oh yeah! We gonna get this party tipsy]. People cheered, and started dancing around. People lined up and cheered one another on to take more shots. "YEAH! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ME!!"
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PARKER!!!" People called out, in almost complete unison.
Roxanne was pacing around in her dorm room, debating on actually going to this 'party' or not. She pulled out a couple of clothes; a black Motley Crue tee that slung across her shoulders, with a purple plaid skirt with a pair of pink and purple legwarmers that went a little over her black high heels. She quickly put her hair up in a messy ponytail, touched up on her mascara and such, and left. When she arrived, she was greeted with the sound of distinctly loud music. She found her way up to the door of the Clubhouse...she half contemplated on knocking before realizing that would be dumb; it was too loud for anyone to hear her. So she walked in.
Gary plopped on a navy blue button up shirt and left it unbuttoned because he had a white tank top on underneath, not tucked in of course. He wore black pants and a pair of sneakers. Petey wore a black tee shirt and jeans, and Jimmy wore an Aquaberry shirt with a green tie and cream pants.
Deciding that was good enough, they set off to go to the clubhouse. Gary wondered about the amount of people. Petey wondered if he was going to be forced to drink, and contemplated on how he'd react; coolly or panicky...coolly was the way to go, lest he look like an idiot. Jimmy wondered where Zoe had been for the past week.
When the three walked in, people cheered as Parker pointed towards them, particularly Gary. Gary took out the two pounds and people crowded around him, selling him out in minutes flat...though that didn't quite matter seeing as people would be sharing anyways. The three made their way to the bar where Parker was taking shots, one for each year he'd been living. And one for good luck.
"Parker, Parker, Parker!" The crowd cheered. Parker slammed down the last shot glass and put his hands up in victory, even though he knew this would come up later, literally.
"Hey, guyyss!" Parker slurred. "Glad y'could make it! You, you got any weed left?"
"Uh...just sold it all." Gary chuckled softly at the birthday boy.
"Awwwh MAN!" Parker pouted, "Hey!! Who's sharing with the Birthday Boy?!"
People crowded around him and they were just about to start a match down when Earnest stepped up. It seemed he was waiting for Gary to arrive.
"Gary, you didn't come to the library like you said. So instead of previously planned challenges, I've arranged a special one, just for today." Earnest grinned, it looked unnatural. "Take a seat."
Gary raised a brow at the nerd; this certainly wasn't a part of his plan for tonight. He took a seat, seeing Petey and Jimmy off in their own crowd chugging away.
"We are going to determine who is the better of us, one on one. These are courtesy of Cornelius." Earnest smiled as he picked up a tray of joints and a sixty of Captain Morgan dark rum. Gary was still slightly confused, but then laughed.
"Seriously, Earnest? I thought you'd choose something you have and actual advantage with." Gary grinned. Earnest looked at him with the utmost certainty he'd ever seen Earnest use. "Ah, I guess so."
"You are going to regret this." Earnest concluded before downing a shot and lighting a joint after, finishing it and taking another shot.
"Not before you do, Earnest." Gary winked and downed a shot to catch up to Earnest.
After first bottle was gone and the joints where too, they were replaced by the crowd they didn't realize was there until then.
"Give it up, already damn you." Gary slurred, smiling. He was far from finished, but little did he know, so was Earnest. Earnest picked up the shot glass again, and started a new round. By then, people were picking sides. The people that cheered on Earnest were mostly because they thought it'd be funny if he actually won.
"Not soFAST, dear Gary...pace yourself!" Earnest slurred, slamming down the last shot glass, after they were done half of the second bottle. Earnest stood up, then fell back down, he was out cold.
"Aww...it's over already?" Gary slurred out, he stood up, looked around, smiled and sat down on the couch. He was singing along to the song that was playing. [Let's get freaky now, let's get fucking freaky now...] when he got pulled up by some chick. Trying to focus his eyesight, he gave up and moved with the beat.
"It's been awhile since I've seen you, Gary..." The girl whispered, quite loudly because of the music, in his ear. Gary recognized this nasally voice immediately. He pulled away, trying to come up with something intelligent to say to that when he received a flash back about a memory with Christy he'd rather forget; his first time. He opened his mouth, which was greeted with hers, and emptied his stomach in the open mouth.
"EWWW GROSS!!!! What the FUCK Gary!?" Christy yelled, puking back Gary's mixed with her own.
"My sentiments exactly, dear..." Gary slurred as he wandered off, dancing. Petey saw this and stumbled over to Gary.
"Dude, that was HILARIOUS!" Petey garbled at Gary. "dude, I'm fucking WASTED...we should do this more often. HA! Who knew being friends with you would turn out so fucking awesome!! Iloveyouman!!!" Gary smiled at him when Petey put one arm around Gary's shoulder before falling over. Gary's face hit the ground, grumbling something about 'faggot' he stood up and dragged Petey over to the corner, where he wouldn't be trampled.
Roxanne was smiling dumbly as she felt the alcohol course through her. She was moving with the beat of the music when he stood in front of her. She looked up into ice cold blue eyes. He pulled her closer, away from her personal space. She didn't care. A song she loved popped up. [Party like a rock, party like a rockstar...]
His head lowered to her height, and he whispered something in her ear. She immediately stopped dancing and slapped him. Gary saw this, blurrily of course, but laughed anyways. Just not at how he reacted. Bif raised a hand right back at her, when Parker punched him. Bif spewed all over Parker, which angered Parker and caused him to yell something incomprehensible at him and hop on top of him, punching him anywhere he could. Derby kicked Parker off of Biff.
"Parker, that is quite enough." Derby said stiffly.
"Oh, I'M SORRY, am I hitting your boyfriend too hard, isn't that your job, you kinky little bastard....?" Parker said indistinguishably. Derby understood him, somehow and gave him a good kick in the face. Parker just looked back up at him, unfazed for the moment, knowing he'd feel it in the morning.
"You're piss drunk, Parker, I shall forget what you're saying." Derby inhaled sharply. "This is why I said-"
"Get outta here, you're not fucking welcome here anymore. From what III hearrr...GARY'S got this hangout now!!! And I'm DAMNED proud of that!! My fucking pauper friend, that one is."
"Come on, men. We have no benefit of degrading ourselves any longer." Derby clapped, his little cronies following behind him, all but Tad. "Tad, I said come on."
"No...I'd rather stay here. I don't care if it's not okay with you. I'm staying.....Stop being a little bitch about it. I wanna stay." Tad harrumphed. Sniffing, Derby turned on his heel and left, the others filing out.
All eyes were on Jimmy after they left, wondering how he'd react mostly. Jimmy just gave a look of utter confusion.
"Gary!? What the hell man...isn't it enough you took the nerds hangout? Duude..." Jimmy looked at Gary with a hint of anger in his eyes; the rest was clouded over with inebriation.
"What can I say? I got bored, egged that fuckers house...I didn't wanna fucking clean it up, so I challenged him and beat him. From what I understand...he beat the shit out of you after I got sent to that place...so technically, this is my hangout now." Gary grinned devilishly. "Now, if you don't mind...I'm a bit too drunk for this...." Gary wandered towards the bed.
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Roxanne just stood there, utterly confused. Somehow, she felt this was her fault. But she couldn't pin the reason why it was. Shrugging it off, she turned to see a VERY wasted boy smiling at her.
"Couldn't help but wonder what my friend said to you." Parker grinned. "He's normally a gentleman...yes...very well mannered, when he's drunk however..."
"He made a very crude comment on my sexual ability...I found it offensive." Roxanne scorned. "I've had enough of that shit..."
"Whaddya mean?" Parker was merely curious. "Like....guys fighting over you and shit? Or something like that?"
"Ah...nothing...I think I'm going to go back to my dorm now..." Roxanne looked around for her roommate, remembering she left the dorm before Roxanne made up her mind.
"Looking for Beatrice? She left with Constantinos or something..." Parker waived it off.
"Oh...ew..." Roxanne laughed at the gross thought. "Well, I think..."
"NOT YET!!! You must pay a toll of...uh...ten shots!!! Say 'aye aye Captain'." Parker grinned, handing her his hand and leading her to the bar.
"Fine....I mean 'AYE AYE CAPTAIN!'...I uh...dammit." Roxanne gulped down four shots as quickly as she could. But just when she was going for her fifth, the door burst open and for a second she thought the party was busted. Technically, she was right.
"Alrighty boys...Y'know what to do." Edgar yelled, he was drunk as well, so it was safe to say so were the rest of the townies that followed. They walked in with baseball bats and hit each of the Greasers, which caused uproar in the rest of the crowd; they jumped up and started punching and kicking, until they were out of there. Most of the townies stayed as long as they could; deciding a fight was worth the extra ten or so minutes. Someone fell on top of Gary, startling him into consciousness.
"What the fuck?!" Gary half yelled, still feeling the need to desperately sleep. Confused, he threw the person that landed on him and flopped back to sleep. "Trying to fucking sleep here..."
Within a matter of minutes, the beach clubhouse was townie-free, and the party resumed, minus a few unconscious greasers. Roxanne knelt down by one greaser; had been the one a townie with a sleeveless orange shirt hit in the face, and from the looks of it, it was pretty hard too. She poked him, being drunk, not knowing anything better to do.
"Hey...You okay there?" Roxanne dumbly asked the unconscious being. She kept poking him until she got a muffled response. "Just making sure you're still alive." She said as she dragged him towards a chair and leaned him against it. Once she set him against the chair, he sprung to life, the alcohol still showing in his eyes. He grabbed her arm and asked,
"What time is it!?"
"I don't know?! What's your name?" Roxanne smiled at the person she was proud of poking. "You look familiar!"
"Ah...oh...Ricky. You're...?" Ricky grinned crookedly at her.
"Roxanne!" She smiled back.
"Wanna go for a walk?" He offered, "I gotta go back home...my mom'll flip. I could walk you to the school though...it looks dark out..."
"Yes, that tends to happen at night." Roxanne smiled, deciding it was quite the night for her; she was done for the night. As it was for a lot of people.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY PARKER!!!" Roxanne yelled before leaving, a few others followed suite.
A/N: That was probably my longest two chapters, ever. EVER! Well, at least posted pretty close to one another. And probably the most fun I've had writing in awhile. I feel a sense of accomplishment. Though no one seems to care, because they aren't really reviewing!! I know there are more people reading than I think. Show you care by REVIEWING!!!! PLEASE!? :D ~MM