Chapter Nineteen
All four of us pulled up in Colby's car. The party seemed to have been going on for a while, but parties around here don't end. "Just call out my name if you need help with anything." Colby said getting out of his car. "I'm sure we'll need you." I muttered following suit. "You know I'll be there for ya." Chris said before walking off into the party in step with Colby.
"His car's over there." Erica said softly standing behind me. "What?" I asked, hiding I grin. "Tim's car." She repeated. "I'm not looking for Tim's car." I said rolling my eyes. She laughed softly, "Sure you weren't. You guys should really go out." She said starting off toward the house. "Who said we didn't?" I called after her. She stopped and turned back to face me. "You go out with him!" she said, nearly shouted. "Now who said that Erica?" I asked. She gave me a hard stare before shaking her head. Side by side we walked into the little two story house, filled with blaring music, smoke and the heavy scent of liquor.
It wasn't long before I lost track of Erica and I joined up with Melody. "I thought you weren't going to show!" she shouted as we made our way threw the kitchen. "I forgot all about it, Chris came over and asked us if we where coming." I replied, ignoring the couple making out on the counter. "Some people need to get a room!" Melody shouted before opening the refrigerator and looking for something to drink. I laughed softly, it wasn't even her house and she welcomed herself to snoop around. "They only got beer." She complained grabbed two cans. "It'll have to do." I said taking a can from her. She smiled at me and we did a little cheers thing, clinking the cans together. "I wonder what my dad would say if he saw me now." Melody said after taking a sip of beer. I grimaced as the beer traveled down my throat. "I dunno, they did the same shit. My dad is probably as proud as ever." I said, debating weather to continuing drinking the beer or put it down.
"Hey they're playing poker!" Melody said quickly, I think what I had just said went threw one ear and out the other. She rushed over toward the large round kitchen table where cards where being dealt. "Share a chair with me Hail." She said scooting over a little bit, giving me room to fit like half a butt cheek. "Don't deal me in, just my girl Hail!' Mel said quickly, alcohol gets to her quicker then it does to me, now that fact that she chugged down half the can already might be a suspect but what can ya say. "Mel I don't want to play." I muttered, not having much of a choice.
I won the first game, with a hand of two Fives, a four, a ten and a Jake. How in hell did I when with that? Well I have a good poker face, and I grin when I have a bad hand. Everybody forfeited and I won Eighty Three dollars. By the second game people weren't falling for my poker face that easily but I had a good hand, a royal flesh. Showing my cards to everybody I leaned over the table to collect my money. Mel whistled, "Ya'll getting beat by a girl." She said laughing softly.
"Not so fast Winston." A hard voice said. I looked across the table seeing Tim, I hadn't even noticed him. I gave him a questioning look and he showed me his hand, straight Aces. Now I didn't put two and two together until later that night (How can somebody have all four aces while the other has a royal flesh? Somebody was cheating…). Sighing softly I sat back down, turning to Melody. "Man, at least we got ourselves eighties." She slurred. I didn't bother to correct her; we only had twenty because I had bet all the rest. Ten when we would split it in half. "See you laters Hun, there goes my Stevey." She said getting up quickly. It was a miracle she didn't trip.
So once again I was alone again. Pocketing my little bit of money I got up and started my way toward the back porch. I went to Miller's parties a lot and the back porch was almost a sanctuary. I leaned against the porch railing, looking up to the sky. I don't know how long I was standing there, but I had a cigarette lit.
"Damn it Shepard!' A voice roared. Out of pure curiosity I went back into the house. The table was shoved across the room, and everybody but Tim was standing. He sat calmly counting his money, paying no mind to the raging man that stood before him. "Sit down McClain, you're drunk." Tim said looking up at him, tucking the money away in his pocket. "That's the second time you got all aces!" McClain roared. "I'm lucky." Tim said a smirk growing across his face. "Lucky my ass! You're cheating!" McClain said, taking a swing at Tim, but he missed. "You're drunk, sit down!" Tim said standing up.
I watched Tim carefully, for a moment he looked up at me and we held each other gaze for a moment. McClain took another try at Tim, aiming for his face but instead he clipped Tim on the shoulder. Without hesitation Tim punched him in the stomach and then punched him in the jaw. With a thud McClain hit the ground, and laughing to myself I went back outside.
I was on my third cigarette now, which was rare for me to smoke more then two in a row. I think I was about to fall asleep, with my head leaning against one of the worn wooden post, until somebody came up and shoved me lightly in the back. "Shouldn't sleep with a lit cigarette." He said as I whirled around to face him. "You're lucky I know you." I muttered adjusting myself against the post once more until I was comfortable. "You're always threatening somebody Hail." Tim muttered standing at my side. That was the first time he had ever called me Hail, it was always Winston, it didn't bother me any, I liked the way it sounded. "You're always fighting somebody." I said flicking the cigarette into the yard. He smirked, "Got me there." He said.
"How's McClain doing?" I asked softly. "Doesn't know what hit him." He said laughing softly. "I bet." I muttered. I felt him a bit closer, in panic I backed away quickly. "I'm going to go inside; it's getting a bit chilly." I said quickly. I had no idea what was wrong with me never in my life have I've been shy, nor have I ever been short to tell somebody off when they invaded my personal space. Quickly I walked away and let the screen door slam shut behind me.
"Haha! Hailey girl!" Mickey called, picking me up. I squirmed lose, "Hey dork." I said looking up at him. "Aww that wasn't nice." He said laughing. He was drunk, but I think he and his brother always are. "Where's Donny?" I asked. "Bathroom." He said taking a big gulp of beer out of the can. "He's sick already?" Mickey grinned, "Nah… He's-" "I don't want to here it, stop!" I said covering my ears before any unwanted information was giving out. "Dance with me Hail!" he said, carelessly dropping his beer can onto the floor and dragging me into where everybody else was dancing.
Even though you could barely move without getting bumped, dancing with Mickey was fun. I mean I just had to watch him before bursting into hysterics. "Man Hail, I'm gonna go somewhere elses." He slurred to me. "Why Mick?" I asked him. "Everybody is hitting me!" he said. Though he had it back words, he was running into everybody. On attempt to get out of the crowd he nearly fell three times running into the same guy. "Bye Mickey." I called to him, even though he didn't here me, before I decided to see it Colby had left me here or not.
I stood in the front for a while, Colby's car was gone. He always left me at parties, but I don't think he would leave Erica and Erica wouldn't leave without me. A short frail brunette stood by the porch steps. "Feather?" I asked, giving her a questioning look. "Long time no see, huh Hailey?" she said smiling. She dropped out last year, if I wasn't mistaken because she was pregnant. "Gosh you look different." I said, declining a cigarette when she offered it. She shrugged her shoulders, "You look pretty much the same."
Shouts came from the street me and Feather jerked our head towards it. "I told Marci not to mess with him." Feather grumbled. I remembered Marci also, both of them where a pair of Tulsa's many sluts. "Who's she messing with?" I asked, just as there was shattering glass. "Shepard." Feather said. I flinched, "Tim Shepard?" I asked. "The one and only." She murmured. I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. But a few seconds latter a red head stormed up the porch steps into the house. "Wait Marci!" Feather said chasing after her.
I debated seriously weather I should go see if Tim was alright or walk home. Tim got the best of me and I started my way slowly over to his car.
"Hey." I called as I stopped, standing by the open door. He was sitting in the driver's seat, looking in the rear view mirror. He turned to me, not bothering to smile, "Hey." He muttered. Clearly he was pissed. "What happened?" I asked softly. "That slut hit me with her damn bottle when I told her to fuck off." He grumbled. I laughed, and he gave me one of those glares. "Sorry, but why'd you tell her to fuck off?" He turned to face me fully, a got my first look at the gash and I gasped before he could say anything more. Yea it was bad but it was a clean cut and wasn't bleeding, I'd seen lots worse, but now he would look exactly like his father.
"It's not that bad." He said calmly. I raised my eyebrows, "Get out." I said stepping back. "What are you a doctor or somthin?" he asked. "Get out so I can get a look at it." I said, actually I demanded it. With a bit of hesitation he did. "Here get against the car so I can actually see it without standing on tippy-toe." I said. He chuckled and leaned against his car.
"You sound like a damn police." He said. I smirked, "You have the right to remain silent, everything you say can and will be held against you in court…" I paused, "Aww shit I forgot the rest." I said giving him a sympathetic smile, raising my hand to touch his gash.
Tim opened his mouth to finish it off but he yowled in pain. I jerked my hand back quickly, biting my bottom lip. "Why the hell did you do that for!" He said. "Sorry I was just touching it." I said holding back laughs, and by the look of it he was too. "Don't do it again." He warned. I rolled me eyes and looked away, making a face of disgust. "Yuck, I think you need stitches…" I said shuddering my shoulders. "And that's why you're not a doctor." He muttered, and we kept each others gaze for a while longer.
"Here I know how to tell if you need stitches or not." I said moving closer. He smirked, "You do?" "Yup." I said hiding my smile as I went to poke his cut again, but he caught my wrist just in time and pulled it back down. "You're slick, real slick." He said. I giggled and I don't know who, I think it was a bit of both of us, but next think I know we are kissing. He pulled away and I glanced away. "Wanna go inside?" he asked softly. I felt the interest spark in my eye, "Yea."
I never thought I'd turn into one of the girls that had 'it' in somebody else's house, during a party. I mean I used to look down on those girls, and I mean think about it, it's really disgusting! But Tim was just really irresistible that night.
Briskly I walked out of the bathroom, ramming myself right into the one and only Donny. "Huh? Oh sorry…. Hailey?" he said, his glazed eyes lighting up and one of those dorky Matthews smiles formed on his face. "Donny?" I asked back surprised, I could feel Tim's presence behind me. "You and Tim… in the bathroom." He was starting to roar with laugher. "Took you long enough to figure that one out genius," I muttered shoving my way past him. I was hoping dearly if I didn't act like I cared he wouldn't tell anybody about it.
Then I noticed a blonde girl standing behind him. "Donny isn't this like the third time you've been in there with somebody?" I asked purposely trying to disgust the girl. Donny stared at me blankly. "You know forget I even asked," I paused smirking to myself, "Little Willy." With that I walked away, quite proud of myself. It took a minute or so for Donny to compute what I had just called him, and then I heard him yelling after me.
"What time is it?" I asked Tim as we made our way threw the crowd, which hadn't thinned out at all since the party had started. "Not sure, we can go back to the car and see." He called to me. I smiled and led the way.
"This time tonight, we're probably going to be on our way home from the rumble." I said softly as we walked towards his car. "We might already be home, I have a feeling it's a bit past two." He said. "You know you really should get that cut looked at Tim." He shrugged his shoulders, "Or less it gets all green or somthin its fine." "That's disgusting." I said looking up at him.
Since I pretty much lost most of the story except what was up on here, I'm working off of memory. I'm working off of a simple brain here, but I think it came out pretty good. Like in some parts I don't think it is as good as the first one I wrote but in other parts I think its better. I mean if you ever had to do it before, it's boring as hell to retype something. Oh and just if anybody's interested on FictionPress I started a story called 'I Cried' and well theres the link: http/ I think it's pretty good, I'd appreciate it if you R&R on both this one and I Cried. Thanks ;)