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I headed home, and thought of an excuse to tell Tom about where I had just been. I suppose that now they were married Miss Mulgrew would have to find out anyway? So I might as well just tell Tom the truth.. But I definitely wouldn't tell him where I was going with Dynasty later on. He wouldn't be impressed at all.
"Lu?" I heard Tom's voice as soon as I stepped through the door.
"Yeah?" I called, sliding my shoes off, then poking my head around the living room door.
"What do you want for dinner?" He asked, standing up and walking towards the door.
"I don't mind, something quick though, I'm going out again."
"What? Again? Where are you going this time? Actually where did you go after school?"
"Jesus Christ, Tom! Do you want to ask anymore questions?" I joked. "Dynasty's invited us all to hers tonight.. And uh, after school I went to a wedding."
"A wedding, in your uniform? Who got married?"
"Um.. Imogen and Connor.." I mumbled. "But you can't tell Miss Mulgrew! You can't tell anyone!"
Tom wrapped his arms around my waist. "Fine. I won't tell her. But you better be careful over at the Barry's tonight! I don't trust that family."
I put my arms around his neck. "Thank you. And don't worry, I'll be fine."
"Just stay away from that Barry, if he tries anything.."
"He won't. I'll deck him if he comes any closer than my personal space bubble!" I smiled and gently kissed Tom.
He smiled into my lips, then pulled back. "Beans on toast for dinner?"
"Sounds good." I answered.
"Alright then." He kissed me once more then headed into the kitchen. I sat down on the arm of the sofa and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I texted Dynasty, telling her it was fine to go out, and could I get ready with her. I returned it to my pocket, then wandered into the kitchen. "What time do you think you'll be back?" Tom asked.
"Probably not until really late, or I might stay at Dynasty's."
"No... Don't stay at theirs! I really don't trust them. Isn't there anywhere else you can stay?"
I thought for a second. "Kevin's? Well, if Chalky doesn't mind.. Or I could just come home."
"What time were you thinking of getting back?"
"No idea... Two?"
"Well you weren't lying when you said late... I'll give you my spare key and you can let yourself in."
"Thank you." I smiled at Tom. "Do you have something to do tonight? I'd feel bad leaving you on your own bored senseless.."
"It's fine, just go out! It'll be like before came to stay, watching the footy and marking books. Oh and I need to call the person I've suggested to Mr Byrne to interview for deputy head."
"Doesn't he have a secretary for that?"
"Yes, but I'm contacting him because its an old friend of mine."
"Oh, I see."
Tom and I ate our dinner, then had a cuddle on the sofa before I headed upstairs to get my things ready to go out. I still had my hot pants from the party a few weeks ago, and I could match that with my deep purple bra-let, and my outfit was sorted. I also had my black heels left over from the party too. I grabbed them all and stuffed them into a bag, with some money and my straighteners, then skipped downstairs.
"You off?" Tom said, standing at the kitchen door.
"Yeah." I smiled at him.
He threw his house key at me and I caught it. "Please don't lose it, it's the only spare key I have and I really don't want to have to go and get a new one cut."
"Alright, alright, you know sometimes, you sound like my Dad!" I teased.
"I do hope not, your Dad's a prick!"
I smirked. "He is, but I meant it as in you sound fatherly."
He walked towards me. "Well if I was your Dad, I definitely wouldn't be doing this.." He reached out and grabbed my hips, pulling me towards him until our bodies were touching. He pressed his lips to mine and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
Eventually, we separated and I bit down on my bottom lip. "I'm bloody glad you aren't, I'd never be able to live without those lips."
"Hmm.." He kissed me again, then I turned around and put my van's on. "If I'm still up, I'll see you tonight. If not, I'll see you in the morning."
"You will indeed." I turned back around and kissed him once more. "Goodnight."
"Night love."
I arrived at the Barry's house just under half an hour later. Dynasty opened the door and I shuffled in quickly, trying to get warm.
"It's bloody cold out there!" I cried.
"Well I don't care if its freezing cold, or boiling hot, I'm still wearing my mini dress!" Dynasty said, shutting the door behind me. "Come into the kitchen, we just opened a bottle of vodka to get us started before we head out!"
"Ooh!" I followed her into the kitchen, to see Kevin, Barry and Rhiannon sat at the table. "Where's Kasey?"
"Watching a film in the living room. I told her she weren't allowed to join us big kids." Barry said, smirking.
"So I guess you'll be joining us then?" I muttered.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world." He said.
"Great." I shot him a snarky smile, then looked at Kevin. He looked a bit uncomfortable sat next to Barry, after all, he had forced him to do tasks for him in the past... I think he was intimidated by him.
"Drink Luce? Straight, with coke, redbull, orange?" Dynasty asked.
"Oh, with redbull please!" I smiled and watched as she poured it out.
"So, who's excited to go and get bladdered?!" Rhiannon asked.
"I bloody am! Had a far too stressful few weeks!" I answered. Dynasty passed me my drink and I thanked her and took a sip.
"Yeah but drinking away your problems isn't going to be the best option, Luce." Kevin said. Trust him to be Mr Sensible! I walked around the table and stood behind his chair. I wrapped my arms around his neck from behind and perched my head on his shoulder.
"It might not be, but it'll make me happy for a little while!" I told him.
He didn't say anything, and Dynasty started a new conversation. After the other three were fully involved in the conversation, Kevin turned his head to whisper; "Are you sure you should be drinking on your pills?"
"I shouldn't be, but I'll be fine. Just ask Josh." I stood up and patted Kevin's shoulder before wandering back around the table and taking a swig of my drink.
I was already a little tipsy as we left Dynasty's after drinking and taking hours to get ready. We arrived at the local nightclub and Kevin kept close to me, obviously feeling uncomfortable. It wasn't like him at all to be in a nightclub, he'd normally be spending the night playing games on his laptop with Chalky... But it was nice to have him here. All he needed was a couple of cocktails and jaeger bombs, and he'd loosen up a bit... Or be on the floor, but either way I was going to make sure he has a good night!
The first thing we did when we got in was head straight to the bar. Dynasty ordered a round of shots, and we downed them, before ordering a few cocktails.
I was half way through my first cocktail when the Harlem shake started to play. "Let's go and dance!" I said into Dynasty's ear. She grabbed my hand, then grabbed Rhiannon's and started to drag us up to the dance floor. I knew I couldn't leave Kevin with Barry, so I grabbed the back of his shirt and dragged him with us. We wormed our way into the middle and started to dance mentally, as you would do to the Harlem shake.
A few songs passed, and then I pulled Kevin down the bar with me. I ordered another cocktail and a pint for Kev, then sat on a stall, my best friend beside me.
Because the music was so loud, I had to put my mouth right to Kevin's ear for him to hear me. "Are you having fun?"
"It's okay."
"You'll feel more comfortable after a few drinks!" I told him. "Come on, I bet you can't down that quicker than I can down mine!"
"Yours has a lot less capacity than mine!"
"Fine, you get a five second head start! Ready, go!" I watched him as he picked up the pint and started to down it, I counted to five then downed my cocktail. Unfortunately for Kevin, my glass hit the bar again before his did. "You'll have to get some practise!"
Kevin chuckled. "I don't plan on making downing competitions with you a regular thing, so I don't think I do!"
I smiled and shook my head. "Spoilt sport!"
I ordered another drink, then Kevin and I joined the others on the dance floor again. We all danced for what felt like forever, then I felt my phone start to buzz. I pulled it out of my bra and rolled my eyes. It was Dad. I excused myself and headed out into the smoking area to answer it.
"What?" I snapped.
"Don't get snappy with me, Lucy. I was calling to tell you that your bedroom here at Nan's is disgusting. How could you let it get so dirty?!" Dad's voice just made me angry.
"Oh fuck off." I spat, and hung up on him. I'd never known anyone to be so annoying in my life. He just wanted to ruin my night and remind me that he was still in town. Well it wasn't going to work.
I headed back up to the bar and got myself another drink, and downed it in a stress. I would not let Dad get to me, I would not.
"What's wrong with you?" The voice came from behind me, and I turned my head to look at the person stood there. Barry.
I sighed and reluctantly told him: "My Dad's being a prick!"
A smirk spread across his face. "Well lets go and get him back then!"
I raised an eyebrow, confused. "What?"
"Come on, lets go and be pricks to him!" Barry said, grabbing my hand and pulling me up.
Half an hour later, I found myself stumbling up the road to my Nan's house with Barry Barry, carrying a carton of eggs. We'd decided to egg his car, be pricks back to him.
"This is it!" I paused and leaned against the fence, nodding in the direction of the car.
"Lets get started then." He evilly grinned, and opened the carton that he had in his arms. I did the same and lifted an egg out of the carton. I pulled my arm back and lobbed the egg at the car, squealing when it smashed on the window and went everywhere. The car alarm started to go off as Barry and I launched two whole packs of eggs at it, and I burst out laughing.
Suddenly, the front door burst open and I heard my Dad's angry voice. "Oi!"
I squealed and shouted to Barry: "Run!" We both started to run down the road, away from the house... But then I heard the footsteps behind me and felt a hand forcefully grab my shoulder.
"Come here, Lucy! You little bitch!" My Dad snapped. I paused and turned to face him.
"Do you like your car's new design? You can attract all the birds with that." I muttered sarcastically, trying to make him angrier.
"You wait." He forcefully grabbed my arm and dragged me back up to the house.
"Get off me, you bastard!" I shouted. "Fucking let go!"
He dragged me into the house and slammed the door shut behind him. He shoved me down onto the sofa, and I burst out laughing. "You really are a tit! You know that right?!"
His face was purple with anger. "Where are you living? I'm calling them to pick you up."
I laughed. "I already told you, the local whore house. You can take me there yourself."
"Don't piss about, Lucy. Give me their number, now." He spat into my face.
"Alright, alright. Say it don't spray it!" I mumbled and unlocked my phone, trying my hardest not to laugh. I got up Tom's number and handed my phone to Dad. He pressed call, then held the phone up to his ear.
It was then that I realised I could be in a lot of trouble. Tom definitely wouldn't be impressed that he was having to pick me up after vandalising my Dad's car, but at the same time I think he'd be thrilled that I got my own back on the horrible prick. I suppose I just had to wait for him to get here...