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AN: Sorry it took me so long to update! I'll try to get chapters up faster from now on…if you have any helpful tips don't hesitate to let me know. Thanks for reading! =) oh…this chapter has some teen drinking/partying…nothing crazy though. I just thought I would warn you in advance.
Colt managed to stay out of trouble for the next week, and decided to reward himself by going to a party on that Friday night. He had complied with all the rules that came with being grounded, and he hadn't caused any mishaps at school.
He could hear the party before he could see it. At first it was just a rumbling noise, but the closer he got the more distinct the sounds became. The throb of music became a vibrating bass and screaming guitar. The buzz of voices became even lauder and he caught blips of conversations as he walked up to the large house.
"Did you see Missy today?"
"I can not believe I failed that test! My parents are going to kill me!"
"Hey, Shooga wanna dance?"
Colt pushed through a crowd standing near the door and found himself in a room packed with teens. He immediately saw that a lot of the teens had red plastic cups. It didn't take a genius to guess what was in them.
He slowly made his way through the ear-splitting room into the slightly quieter kitchen.
"Colt?"
Colt looked around to see who had called his name.
"Colt? Hey!"
Colt now knew were the call had come from. Richard, one of his friends, was standing with a bunch of guys surrounding the table.
Colt made his way over and gave him a knuckle bump, "Hey dude, What's up?"
"Not much. Just watching these fools loose all their money!" Richard said waving at the kids playing poker.
They talked (or yelled) to each other for a while before Colt suggested they go see who was in the back yard.
The sound level was reasonably quieter out there.
"So I hear you almost got expelled." Richard said as they walked across the lawn to a group of friends.
Colt glanced sideways at him, "Where'd you hear that?"
"I can't remember." He said with a wave of his hand, "Is it true?"
If it was true it was news to him, "Nah. It's not true." He said hoping he wasn't lying.
"Good. School would be so much more boring without you!"
"Oh yeah! Last week when you told that teacher to jump off a bridge was hilarious!" Said a new voice. This one belonging to a short guy named Bradley.
"Hey, Brad." Colt greeted with a high five.
"So is anything exciting happening in there?" Brad asked nodding towards the house.
"Not really. What about out here?" Richard said surveying the different groups scattered around.
"No way. This party is so boring."
Colt watched as his two friends started talking about various boring activities teenagers had to suffer through.
After a while they wondered over to a group of kids they sort of knew and started talking with them.
"Who's up for a beer run?" One of the kids asked.
"Me!" Richard yelled as Bradley and a few other kids shouted, "Oh!" and lifted their cups.
Colt grabbed Richards arm as he started to walk back towards the house, "You sure you want to drink any more?"
Richard nodded giving Colt a puzzled look, "Yeah I'm sure. Why?"
Colt released his grip and shrugged, "I just think you should cool it a little."
Richard laughed shaking his head, "Don't worry, dude."
Colt watched worriedly as his friend went with a few others to get some more toxin. Richard always drove to parties. If drinking alcohol wasn't dumb enough by itself, having a car to drive home was even dumber.
Colt's worry grew more and more throughout the night as Richard drank more and more. He was slurring and stumbling all over the place a few hours later as he announced he was going home.
Colt whipped his head towards him as he said he was leaving, "You're walking right?"
Richard waved his hand and almost fell over, "Why woulda walk? I'ves… have a car!" He burst into laughter and almost tipped over again.
Colt sighed, "You're to drunk to drive. Either walk or sleep it off, first."
Richard shook his head as he stumbled towards the front of the house where his car was parked, "I'mma not…drunk!"
Colt reached out to steady him as he tripped over an invisible obstacle, "Yeah you are, dude. Trust me."
"Well, I not leavin' it here!" He said as they reached Richards silver Civic.
Colt snatched Richards keys away as he pulled them out of his pocket, "Then get someone else to drive!"
Richard tried to get his unfocused eyes to stay on Colt as he said, "Eveyun is… drunker… than me!"
Colt looked behind him as yet another teen moaned and puked. Okay, so even with his brain all jacked up Richard was pretty smart.
"Hey!" Richard said throwing an arm around Colt's shoulder, "Why don'… you drive!"
Colt shook his head, "I don't have my license yet."
"Fine! Den gimmee my… keys back! I gotta go!"
Colt sighed as he surveyed the yard again, "Give me a second to go see if I can find someone."
He spent the next half hour trying to find someone to drive Richard and his car home. He was only able to find under age drivers, or drunk drivers. It looked like he was going to break a law tonight after all.