Ok, im real sorry BEVERLYD, but the a's won you out by, like, lots...so here it is. And thank you to everyone who voted, and those who didn't, I Know where you live.

"O.K," said Bradin. "O.K, I'll come with you, but I am not getting drunk again," he stated.

"Sure," She laughed. "Yeah, yeah, everybody says that on a hangover. Come Saturday you'll be doing the jitterbug with everybody else," Bradin silently admitted to himself, that this was probably true. He'd been drinking too much lately. He needed to sort his ass out.

"Wanna go make out?" she asked standing and rolling up her skirt. HELL YEAH. Thought Bradin.

The next day, Bradin stood in front of his mirror, working grease through his hair. He looked pretty damn hot if he did think so himself. He grabbed a coupla condom off his dresser. He had a feeling he'd need them. He walked through the kitchen, luckily avoiding everybody, especially his aunt. Yesterday after he came back from school, he'd been assigned the toilet-scrubbing positions for the next month. Fantastic. He walked to Sasha's house, where he'd agreed to meet her. He had to cross the beach, to get to her house. He caught sight of something he really wished he hadn't. Standing near the base of the rocks, was Callie. Making out with some guy. Bradin stared, the look in hi face speaking for him. During the kiss, Callie's eyes fluttered open. She looked at him, her eyes narrowing cruelly. He had a feel she was smiling, but the dudes head was in the way. As he pulled away, she pulled him back, and then guided his hand on her boob.

Bradin scowled and ran off. Bitch. They both knew perfectly well he was doing it to spite him. He met Sasha out side her house and she made Bradin drive to the party. and he thought that Emily's party had been loud. Sasha had been right, his house was huge, a pool and everything. They climbed out of the car, Sasha locked it and they walked into the party. No more than three minutes later, they were kissing against the wall. She ran her hands up and down his bare back, under his shirt. He put his hands down her skirt. This was difficult seeing as there wasn't that much of it. Making out heavily, Bradin pulled her up the stairs as she giggled. Her pushed her gently down onto the bed then followed her, lying between her open legs. He slowly began to unzip her skirt at the back.

"Not now," she said, as if she was half unwilling, "Later, I promise, but I want to go enjoy the party." She said, zipping her skirt back up and walking out of the room, straightening herself as she went. Bradin followed her. Slowly. When he saw her again, downstairs, she was sat on the sofa, a drink in her hand, talking to her friend, Michaela. As he got nearer he heard some of their conversation.

"Nah, im serious girl, those pills proper fuck up your head. I was out nearly all Thursday!" Michaela said, laughing. Bradin sat down next to them.

"So where did you find this hottie?" she asked, hooking her arm around his stoumach. "Uh, get you own. This sexy guy is mine!" she said, hugging him. Everything was good. Until she popped up again. It was Callie with the guy. Bradin picked up Sasha's drink of the table. It was Bacardi and Coke, he thought. Whatever it was, it tasted all right, and as soon as he picked up the drink, Callie and her man disappeared. She hated it when he drank, and Bradin was perfectly aware of that. When he put the glass back on the table, Sasha looked at him.

"Bradin!" she said, angry, but not really angry. "That was nearly full. No wonder you get so drunk if you drink that fast." She said, going getting drinks from the drinks table. She came back with two bottles. Upon receiving his he realised that they were Vodka Kicks. Sasha popped open hers by smashing the top on the side of the table.

Bradin followed suit, but left it on the table rather than just drinking it like Sasha.

"How come you aren't drinking it? Oh, you're still on that 'I'm not drinking thing.'" She laughed at him, deepening her voice on the last part. "Come on Bradin. It's a party! You're 17! It's like, our duty, to get wasted!" she laughed, climbing on top of him. "If you drink it, I'll give you a surprise!"

"What kind of surprise?" he asked. Sasha leaned forward and mumbled something into his ear.

"Oh!"

One hour, 5 VK's and 9 smooching sessions later, Bradin was moderately intoxicated, and Sasha had danced, drank and socialised, and was ready to give Bradin his surprise. They climbed up the stairs, both falling on at least one occasion. They went into a room, surprised to find it empty and fell onto the bed. They made out, both taking their shirts off one handed. Eventually, Sasha's skirt and Bradin shorts were on the floor, and they were rolling around on top of the quilt. Bradin reached into his shorts and pulled out the condom and put it on.

One hour later, they were back downstairs. Bradin said good bye to Sasha.

"No!" she said, "I'm gonna come see you later."

"It's nearly midnight!"

"Oh, I think your going to like what I'm bringing over," He left the party, thinking about meeting Sasha later. He came up to his house as Callie pulled up to hers.

"Bradin!" Who the hell do you think you are huh? Staring at me and Brooklyn! Just because your stuck with that slut Sasha. She's been with every guy in our year. She's nothing but a whore! I hope you're happy. But just so you know, she's going to let you down and then you won't have anyone," Whatever Bradin had been expecting when he got home, it wasn't that. And the worse thing was, he still really really liked her. He wanted her so bad. But he couldn't have her. She hated him. And it was his fault. He fucked thing up with her. He ran inside his house, right into the kitchen. He looked through the cupboards, into the fridge, then into the bottom cupboards. He found what he was looking for. He pulled it out and sat in his room, throwing it under his bed anytime somebody went into the hall. Less than half an hour later he strolled out side, looking at the hoses on the opposite row. He saw Callie's window was open. There were about five girls jumping around in the bedroom. How the hell could she laughing with her friends when she just torn his heart out and put it in a blender. He staggered over to the house, yelling out Callie's name. Sadly, the music was pumped and no-one could hear him. Mean-while, in Callie's room, the girls were dancing around to Kelly Clarkson's 'Since you've been gone'. They jumped up and down angrily until the music ended and the c.d stopped playing. They sat down giggling happily.

"Girl, you don't need that nasty ass guy," her friend Lesley stated.

"I know. You are way too good for him!" Missi said. The chatter happily silenced and they heard the calling.

"Callie, who the hell is that?" Naomi asked, finishing painting her nails sunset pink. Callie crossed over hall to the master bedroom and pulled back the curtains.

"Hey Callie!" Bradin yelled when he saw her face,

"Bradin? Bradin, what the hell do you want you Jack-ass?" Callie yelled. Bradin laughed and swayed. He'd also just got an attack of hiccups.

"Is that...hic...what...Hic...Juliet...said to Romeo...Hic..?" he said, staring up at her.

"It would be if he turned drunk out of his skull at half past one in the morning!" she hissed, desperate not to be heard.

"Wait there, you idiot!" She rushed down the stairs and straight out of the front door, not stopping to put a jacket on. She went outside and squared herself up to Bradin.

"What are you doing here? I don't care about you any more. Why don't you go and get Sasha to look after you? Oh, yea, she's such a slut she doesn't care whether you live or die, she just wants you too fucking shag her so she can go and find someone else," Callie's breathing was heavy by now. Bradin just blinked at her.

"You know what? I give up." She aid, throwing her arms up in despair and turning back into the house.

"It's ok, hunny, ill take care of this loser," Missi offered. The rest of the girls followed Callie inside. They trouped up to her room and piped the music. Missi walked up to Bradin.

"You know what? You make me sick. You're tearing up my cousins' heart. No0one gets away with hurting my family. She's blood." Missi spat in Bradin's face. He turned away from her, back towards his own home. Missi grabbed him by the shoulder, stopping him.

"Yeah, I know how you black people get over you're family!" He said. If he was even remotely sober, he would never have said that.

"What did you just say to me, home-boy?" she asked, wheeling him round. His arm flew out wildly behind him. The next sound was a scream, then a smash, and the sound of a body hitting the grassy ground.

Ohh, drama. I know. PLEASE WILL YOU CRUEL CRUEL PEOPLE REVIEW? It's whimper like really really upsetting me! Well, the next chapter will be up fairly soon, as its FINALLY THE SUMMER HOLS!YAY!

A thought

I am black, so don't get upset over the remark Bradin made. I only wrote it because I know what it feels like.