Chapter 3

There are only so many things in this universe that can make you feel like a total bad ass. Turning off the tractor beam and rescuing the princess is one of those things. Running out of a classroom with an abnormally fat spawn of Satan as your teacher is another way to be a complete bad ass. I guess I'm pretty fucking awesome considering I was going to get my ass kicked by just about every authority figure I knew. I'm fucking awesome because I shrugged that fact off as though it were nothing.

I dashed about five feet down the hall and turned left right up a flight of stairs going up to the second floor. My classroom is right on the end of the hall conveniently right next to a staircase. I've done this about eight million times already so I know which hall monitors ask for hall passes and how to get around the nasty asshole teachers that actually give you a hard time.

I turned right and started walking down the hall directly above the one I had just escaped. So I rolled up the sleeve of my blue sweatshirt to check my watch. I had one of those dinosaur watches so I couldn't make and holo-calls. I could only text on my wristwatch. Which is still pretty fucking awesome.

Message To-

Alec Krow

Meet me in the boiler room in ten minutes. Ms. D is being a bitch again.

Alec is also a wolf and was a good friend of mine. He was back then. Things that happened later on complicated our friend ship. After he stole Miranda from me and helped ruin my life things became a little awkward. Just a little bit. The two of us had been friends since the seventh grade when he sat at my lunch table with Dave, Brendan and I.

I hadn't talked to the other two since. I don't know what happened but its safe to say we aren't friends anymore. We probably should have made a better effort to stay in contact.

The boiler room I had mentioned is, well, a boiler room. Funny story actually, some senior friends of mine had told me about this room. A few years back a couple janitors that had worked the night shift had snuck a ping-pong table, some chairs and a refrigerator down in the boiler room.

You can only wonder why it's become a very popular hangout spot for my group of friends. We don't even have to worry about getting caught so long as nobody sees us actually enter the boiler room. The janitors can't say anything to their boss because what they did isn't exactly legal. Especially smuggling alcohol into a public high school and then drinking on school grounds. As long as they can't say anything, nobody but the janitors knows anyone has been drinking their beer. So while they keep refilling, we keep drinking. I'm still waiting for them to realize they can just move the stuff instead of spending money on our booze.

Then there's the ping-pong table. We don't fuck around with the holy ping-pong table. In fact we practically praise it. This ping-pong table has stood the test of time between being used as a bed after an intense game of beer-pong and just being used for its natural purpose. If the table is going to be beaten by being used the way it was, you had to play some pretty intense ping-pong.

Alec won the school ping-pong tournament by two points in the eighth grade. I came in second…

In other words watching us play ping-pong is as intense as watching two nuclear warheads collide into one another in mid-air. The two of us are pretty damn good and at the exact same skill level. One reason why Alec is so good at ping-pong is because he's the captain of the varsity tennis team along with Nikki's cheating boyfriend Rob. I keep Alec informed on Nikki while he keeps me informed with Rob.

I hate being a good friend. Really I do. Like I said, avoid being a responsible person at any and all costs. Even if it means killing someone. Unfortunately I have yet to kill anyone. At the time anyway. That part comes later…honestly, that's why I don't make promises anymore. People should stop making promises simply because its so easy to break any promise at all. I learned that the hard way and I got punished for it. There hadn't been a single promise with Miranda I don't regret.

I checked both ways before I creaked the aluminum door and slipped in closing the door behind me. Our school has three boiler rooms, one on each floor. Our hangout boiler room is on the second floor. This is where I go almost every day first period in order to avoid Ms. Derka-fuck. I walked right up to the fridge directly in front of me, opened it, grabbed the first beer I saw and plopped my ass down in one of the lawn chairs facing the door.

It wasn't long before Alec creaked the aluminum door the same way I had. Walked up to the refrigerator grabbed a bottle of beer and sat down in the chair next to me. We both unscrewed the tops together, clanked bottles and both took pretty large gulps. I'm not a beer fan. It tastes too much like moldy bread due to the yeast they use to brew it. I prefer liquors but I can deal with a beer for the time being.

He let out a satisfied sigh, "Did you look at the brand name for these?"

I couldn't help but chuckle, "nope, all beer tastes the same to me. Did you?"

"I don't give a fuck." He smiled and rolled is eyes to look at me.

We clanked beers for a second time. "I couldn't agree more. Alcohol is alcohol.

We both sat there for a few minutes enjoying our beer. It wasn't awkward at all. Two good friends sitting there in a really large closet wedged between a refrigerator filled with beer and a boiler.

I took a quick swallow and asked after the beer slid smoothly down my throat. "Any news on Robby?"

Alec finished the ass of his beer before he answered. "Yeah, apparently he's going to apologize and make this huge scene apologizing to Nikki and promising how he'll never cheat again." He settled the empty beer bottle on the floor.

I took a quick gulp of my now almost empty beer. "That's a shame."

"Why?"

"Nikki finally told me she was going to break up with him today." I finished my beer.

"Well we're fucked. Do you think she'll accept his apology?"

"I hope not."

"Why not? Other than the obvious."

"We have to deal with a crying Nikki while Robby goes out and cheats over and over again." I really don't like Robby. If you can't commit to something then don't try to. And if you're going to fuck up at least accept that you did and do something about it. I'm so against cheating.

"He's nice enough. He's only a problem when he cheats and that's only when he's drunk."

Drinking is no excuse for anything, not beating your wife and kids or cheating on your girlfriend. If you know you do either of these and if you were half a decent person you would stop drinking, or at least do something to stop being a total prick when you are drunk.

I stood up to go stand over on one side of the ping-pong table. "She better dump him" I tossed Alec a paddle.

He got up and walked to his side of the table with the paddle in his hand. "And if she doesn't?"

"The we're fucking screwed. Not just regularly screwed. No. Fucking screwed."

He served the ball and the intense game of ping-pong began.

Like I said, two nuclear warheads colliding in mid-air. Now that's fucking intense.

Chapter 3 is up. I hope the few people who are actually reading this like it. Please enjoy. R&R

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