"What the hell?"

Drowsily, I sat up and saw Jayme's dad standing in the middle of the room, where Teddy, Gordie, and I slept on the couch, Vern was sleeping on the kitchen table, and Chris and John were sleeping on the kitchen table. Slowly, we all started to wake up.

"What's going on?" Teddy mumbled, sitting up.

"You got drunk last night," I whispered. "Be cool."

Chris quickly explained what happened and Mr. Guchini frowned.

"Where is the little bastard now?"

"We locked him in the basement last night," Gordie said.

"He still there?"

"I think so."

Xxx

"…I don't ever want to see your face on my property again. You're just lucky that no one came and got me because I would've beat the shit out of you, boy!" Mr. Guchini yelled at a terrified and very hung over Marty. "I would've tied you up and gagged you and had you hanging from the tree like a human sacrifice!"

"Yes, sir," Marty replied.

"You don't believe me? Just ask your friend, Jayme here!" he gestured to his daughter. The entire house was awake now.

"It's true. He would," she said.

"I believe you, sir."

"Did you know that someone could've called the cops? I could've been in serious trouble for having, how many? Nine underage teenagers drinking in my backyard!"

"I'm sorry, sir."

"And what about this young lady?" Mr. Guchini asked, pointing at Paige. "Your friends told me all the obscene things you were saying to her. Apologize right now!"

"Yes, sir," Marty said and turned to Paige, trembling. "I'm sorry, Paige."

"It's okay," she murmured.

"Do you know that you made her and my daughter cry last night? Not to mention you pissed all your friends off! How dare you come onto my property and act like that? My daughter—the one who was kind enough to invite you here in the first place!—wanted you gone and you disrespected her wishes by staying!"

"I'm sorry, sir."

"For future references, when the host of any house you're at wants you to leave, you leave! Whether you're drunk or sober!"

"Yes, sir."

"You are so lucky no one came and got me. So fucking lucky."

"I know, sir."

"Alright," Mr. Guchini said and I saw the marine part of him start to leave and Jayme's kind-hearted dad started coming back. "I'm calling your parents to come pick you and your brother up. The rest of you, get out of here." He turned to Jayme. "I'll talk to you later." She gulped.

"Come on," I said, grabbing both Paige and Teddy's hands and dragged them out the door. Gordie, Chris, and Vern started walking the other way.

"I never knew Jayme's dad could be so scary," Paige said.

"He was so cool," Teddy stated, smirking.

"He was just pissed," I told Paige.

"Was he really a marine?" Teddy asked, slapping a hand to his pounding forehead.

"Yeah," I replied.

We finally approached our houses, and all three of us stood on the porch.

"I'm gonna go to bed. My head is killing me," Paige said and disappeared up the stairs.

"Thanks for taking care of me last night," Teddy whispered and kissed me, softly.

"No problem," I whispered back. "It's what girlfriends are for."

"Willow?" Sam said, appearing next to me. "It's time to say goodbye to your boyfriend."

"Goodbye, Teddy," I said.

"Goodbye, Willow," he said and kissed me. Then he left and went next door.

"I don't like him," Sam stated and I rolled my eyes.

"I don't care."

"What did he mean by 'Thanks for taking care of me last night'? I thought you and Paige slept over at Jayme's last night."

"We did."

"Were there boys there? They were there, weren't they? The whole lot of them. Your mother and I wouldn't be very happy if you slept with the Duchamp boy."

"I don't give a flying fuck!" I cried and tried to push past him, but he grabbed my arm.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Sam snapped.

"Ow! Get off me!" I yelled.

"What's going on here?" Mom asked, approaching us. Sam quickly dropped my arm.

"Nothing, Robin. Everything's fine," he said.

"Oh. Okay. Willow did you and your sister have a good time at Jayme's?" she asked me.

"Robin, I think they invited their boyfriends. You're their mother so I thought you should know," Sam said.

"What?" Mom cried and I squeezed my eyes shut. My head hurt so fucking bad. "Willow, how could you? You're too young to be having sex! Oh, and Paige! Oh My God…"

"I told you those boys were no good," Sam said.

"No boys came over, alright?" I screamed. "You're just being paranoid!" I sighed. "Look, I'm tired. I'm going to bed." I climbed the stairs up to my room and saw Paige snoring on the bed and Gloria bouncing up and down, waiting to talk to me.

"Willow! You're home! Paige just came in and passed out. If she sleeps all day, she's gonna be up all night! My Go—"

"Gloria!" I snapped. "I'm tired."

"Nooo! You can't go to sleep, too! Then who am I going to talk to? Lenny? Gross! No wa—"

"Gloria! I'm tired and I'm hung over! I just want to go to bed!"

"Oh," she said, looking hurt. "okay. Goodnight then." I flopped down on my bed as Gloria left the room and fell asleep in an instant.