"Spill, now." Tay grabbed me by the wrist and forced me down onto the silver bench, her on the other side resting on the table top,
"Well you know about the thing right?" she nodded continuously making her look like a bobbing head dog,
"Wait… refresh my mind…"
***FLASHBACK***
I slammed the door behind me and began to cry, another night another fight was the simplest way to put it, every night without fail I'd get in a fight with my parents and that night was no different. I reached towards my phone and sent a message to Tay, 'hey bub can you come over? Please x' within seconds I got a reply,
'Cant. Babysitting my little cousins, why not go out? Party? Haha. Sorry babe.' I sighed and tears started to flow freely down my cheeks, I got up and popped out the fly screen of my window made inaudible by the volume of my 'screamo' music. I stopped and paused staring at myself in the mirror. I looked like absolute shit, I groaned at the sight of my appearance and grabbed a cloth and my water bottle cleaning the make-up off my face before getting changed into a black strapless mini dress and a pair of black heels in my hand, well you try climbing out the window in heels... Exactly. I was thankful they'd always told me to park my car around the corner; a quick and easy get away was almost too easy. After much deliberation I settled with a club in the main street, it wasn't too hard to get in, I'd been given a fake I.D by Bryce's older brother Ryno had hooked me up with. The bouncer gave me a strange look as he examined the I.D, hopefully Ryno had done a good job and written what I said, 'Anna Maxwell (because who seriously uses their real name? D.O.B 15/09/1989' I'd upped my age by about three years which shouldn't have been that hard to pull off. I felt my hands begin to shake when he stared me straight in the eyes,
"Get in. Have a nice night miss Maxwell" my heart rate decreased from its frantic speed as I went inside. The music was blaring and lights were flashing, I gazed around for someone I knew, and believe it or not there was.
"Andy Clemmensen?" I whispered and began to weave through the crowd; he was sitting by himself over on the lounges under a dim fluorescent light, his lip ball reflecting it slightly.