Davey looked absolutely befuddled, and I couldn't blame him. He was about to find out things about Spot that only I knew. "Why should he blame you?"

"Well…"

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Ch 3

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I focused on my shoes and tried to put my thoughts into words. Everyone thought that I was the impressionable, ignorant one who was drug into the world of crime, alcohol, drugs, and cocaine. I shuddered again at the thought of coke; I would kill for a line right now. Everyone thought that little, innocent Race would have never done everything I did without the influence of Spot. Truth be told, Spot wouldn't have even started drinking if it wasn't for me, let alone smoking weed. It was all my fault and I was too big of a chicken to tell everyone the truth. I looked at Davey; I knew he would understand. But how the hell was I supposed to tell him.

"Okay," I said with a deep sigh, "It all started summer of freshman year. I was working at Safeway and I made some new friends. They were, you know, the popular type. Only cared about what other people thought, self-centered, drinkers. Well one night one of them, Liz, invited me to this party at some rich kid's house. Man, that house was bitchin. But I didn't want to go by myself."

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The phone rang its monotonous ring three times before Spot picked up. He always waited three rings, no matter what. I never understood why, maybe it was something about him not wanting to look too eager to pick up; Spot was weird like that. "Hello?"

"Heya Spot. What're you doing tonight?"

"Hanging out with you, duh. Why?"

"You wanna go to some party with me?"

Spot was silent for a while, probably contemplating about the party. "Why?"

Why was right. We didn't drink; we didn't know these people. The party would probably be lame for us, but I looked over at Liz. Liz wasn't one of those blonde eye beauties that are dumber than a stick like most of the popular girls at our school. You could have an intelligent conversation with her, and she was hot. She had died jet-black hair that fell to her shoulders, fiery blue eyes, and dark red full lips. She had fair skin, a perfect smile, and one hell of a body. But the girl had one flaw; she either needed to shrink three inches or I needed to grow three inches, because I'd rather have a girl shorter than me. She smiled at me and gestured to ask Spot already, and suddenly those three inches didn't matter, neither did the fact that I had absolutely no chance with her since she was a year or two older than me.

"Cause we're invited to one, and it'll be a nice change from just hanging out at your house."

"What's wrong with my house? You like my house!"

I looked back over at Liz who was getting impatient, "Just come for me Spot! Please!"

"But I don't wanna go to some lame party!"

"Spot! Come on be a pal and come! I know you don't want to, but come! For me! Who knows maybe you'll have a good time!"

"Fine. I don't see why you want to go to this damn party so bad though."

"Just… Cause," I said with a grin.

"Whatever, when ya coming to get me?"

"Now. Bye!"

"Bye, and you so owe me," Spot said bitterly then hung up. I could tell he really didn't want to go to the party and I felt bad for making him go, but the moment I looked back over a Liz, I didn't care what Spot wanted. All I cared about was what I wanted, and that was her.

"So he coming, or what?" she asked, leaning against the customer service counter.

"Yea, he's coming," I said with a smile.

"Okay, let's get going," as we got in her car, she turned to me and leaned in; I might have kissed her if I wasn't scared shitless. "Racey," she said in a low seductive tone. My heart skipped a beat. "I hate doing this but I'm low on gas and even lower on money. Would you mind?" she said sticking out her hand.

Damsel in distress, I thought, she's good. "No problem," I said, handing over my allowance for the week. Damn, love is expensive.

She smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek, "Thanks Racey." I could just imagine those lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth, and mine in hers. Expensive, but oh so worth it! Liz finished up at the gas station and besides me giving her directions, we drove to Spot's in silence. She occasionally threw a glance my way and smiled while I just grinned like a moron.

I nearly skipped up Spot's walkway and let myself in. "Spot come on! We're leaving!" I yelled running into his bathroom and grabbing a toothbrush and quickly spreading on the toothpaste, hoping this night would be promising. Spot walked in, clothed in only boxers, "Why aren't you dressed? Hurry!" I said, a mouth full of spit and toothpaste.

"You know that's my sister's and not mine, right?" he said with a smirk.

I pulled the toothbrush out of my mouth and sure enough the damn thing was purple instead of blue. A little late now, I thought shoving the toothbrush in my mouth for a few more seconds of brushing. I rinsed my mouth and ran into Spot's bedroom. He was wearing a red hoodie with black flames and plain jeans with chains hanging from the pockets. "You ready yet?"

"Yea yea. Let's go," Spot said unenthusiastically.

"Just try and have a good time, alright?" Spot nodded and got into the back seat of the car.

"Hey Sport," Liz said as we got in the car.

"It's Spot," irritated as hell considering he didn't want to be there in the first place and the bitch couldn't even get his name right.

"Whatever." We drove for a while in uncomfortable silence before pulled up to the house, "Here we are."

We walked inside the glamorous mansion. "Shit," I heard Spot murmur under his breath. Liz's arm brushed against mine and I grinned like a fool again.

The first two hours of the party were lame, just like Spot had suspected and he had no problem rubbing it in my face either. We basically sat on one of the oversized sofas and watched drunk people make asses out of themselves. "I'm gonna go see the backyard. Wanna come?" Spot asked, getting up from the couch.

"Na. I'm gonna go find Liz." Spot rolled his eyes as we parted our ways. I found Liz sitting on the kitchen counter and I realized something wasn't right. Liz was getting rather cozy with some senior from the football team. I knew she must be drunk and not realizing what she was doing. "Hey Liz can I talk to you?"

Liz looked up at me, "Sure, what's up?"

I looked at the other guy, "Alone."

"Oh," she got off the counter and walked to the other side of the busy kitchen with me, "What's up?"

I looked at my shoes, a constant habit I had when I was nervous. "Well I just…" I couldn't say it. How could a girl like her like a guy like me? Just tell her before she goes back over to that guy and leaves you all alone. But it wasn't that easy. Tell her! "I just wanted to know what was going on between us. Cause, well, I like you and it seems like you like me, but it also seems like you like that dumb ass over there." I held my breath and waited. I knew she would say that she didn't like me, but if I didn't tell her, I would never know right? Well, I guess I would find out.

"I do like you, Race," she said with a sincere smile that made my heart melt, "That's just Ricky, he's drunk and I'm humoring him a bit."

"Oh." I still didn't like her being with Rick when he was drunk, but she said she liked me! She really liked me! Go Race, go Race!

"You don't mind that, do you?"

"Err… No, I don't mind," I said, knowing that I really did.

"Hey Liz! Come back!" yelled Ricky.

"Okay, hold on a second. You sure you don't mind?"

"Na." Liz gave me another peck on the cheek and I felt my face redden as she went back to talk to Ricky. I walked around to the fridge to see if they had anything to eat because I was kind of hungry, okay, cause I wanted to stay by Liz.

"What was all that about?" asked Ricky.

"Oh Race? He's just my little bitch. Got him to by me a whole tank of gas earlier tonight."

"You're shitting me."

"Nope," Liz said with a grin, "I got that kid wrapped around my finger."

"How long you going to keep him around?"

"Probably…"

But I never heard, because Liz realized I was still in the room, still in hearing distance. I calmly shut the fridge door and walked over to the keg. I was positive the whole kitchen, hell, the whole party could hear my heart shatter. There was a girl from my math class sitting there filling up cups while sipping her own drink. "Race? I didn't know you came to these."

"Yea. You gonna fill me up or what?" I said holding out my blue plastic cup.

"I didn't know you drank either…"

"Did I ask what you knew?" I said angrily, "Are you gonna fill my fucking cup up or what?!"

The girl filled up my glass without another word. I sure shut her up. I didn't bother moving one step farther from the keg. I chugged my first glass and held it out again. This time the girl didn't say anything; she just filled my up and let me drink. Again and again and again.

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"After a good half an hour, looking at the once irresistible girl with full red lips made me want to puke. A little of it may have been how shit faced I was, but looking at that bitch didn't help any. Anyway, after that I only know what Spot told me." I said, taking another sip of my almost empty cup of hot chocolate.

Davey resituated himself in his seat, "Well go on."

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