Tre, can't live with or without him!, chapter 1
I look around the room. It was crowded. All the people here were friends of Jason's. Jason is my roomie. The one who persuaded me to come here in the first place! I clutch my glass tightly and try to mingle even though I stick out like a sore thumb!
Suddenly I hear a guitar. The band has started playing. I wonder over to see who's playing... Green Day? I wonder who they are. I take a seat at one of the tables and listen to the music. It's fast and catchy. I sip my coke and enjoy it.
*later on*
"Hey there are you alright" a voice squeaks from behind me. I spin round too quickly and trip. I am a bit drunk. I fall into someone's arms. Looking down at me is a small spiky haired man. He smiles at me his blue eyes twinkling.
"Yes would have been fine, but I like this much better!" he grins cheekily. I blush.
"Oops I am sorry!" I slur back red faced.
"I'm Tre," he says.
"I'm Callie."
"Do you think you could stand up now? I mean it's just my arms are starting to ache a bit. I'll do some weight training then call you and we can try again."
"Oh," I stand up quickly "Sorry."
"That's okay. I'll see you around?" he smiles.
I felt my heart melt. I nod slowly and watch him walk off sadly. I'd made a fool out of myself again! What was it with me and men? I get a bit of interest and 'boof' I ruin it!
"Hey tiny how are you doing? Having fun? Bet you're glad you came now!?" Jason grins at me.
"Yeh but I think I'm gonna go now," I sigh sadly.
"Oh well, if you're sure."
I leave. I walk down the streets swinging my flip flops in my hand. I feel goose pimples cover me as the cool night air blows on my face. It must be early in the morning. About 3am or something.
"Oi missus go in there 'n get us some fags will yer," A voice comes from behind me. I freeze and turn around slowly. I tall youth is standing behind me. He's much taller than me.
"I-I can't," I mumble. The man that runs the small newsagents next to me is my moms best friend. If she thinks I smoke she'd kill me. Worse... she'd make me move back in with her!!!
"What was that?" he growls getting closer to me. I an feel his breath on my face. Its smells strongly of stale alcohol. He raises his fist. I tremble, When a voice sounds from behind him...
Suddenly I hear a guitar. The band has started playing. I wonder over to see who's playing... Green Day? I wonder who they are. I take a seat at one of the tables and listen to the music. It's fast and catchy. I sip my coke and enjoy it.
*later on*
"Hey there are you alright" a voice squeaks from behind me. I spin round too quickly and trip. I am a bit drunk. I fall into someone's arms. Looking down at me is a small spiky haired man. He smiles at me his blue eyes twinkling.
"Yes would have been fine, but I like this much better!" he grins cheekily. I blush.
"Oops I am sorry!" I slur back red faced.
"I'm Tre," he says.
"I'm Callie."
"Do you think you could stand up now? I mean it's just my arms are starting to ache a bit. I'll do some weight training then call you and we can try again."
"Oh," I stand up quickly "Sorry."
"That's okay. I'll see you around?" he smiles.
I felt my heart melt. I nod slowly and watch him walk off sadly. I'd made a fool out of myself again! What was it with me and men? I get a bit of interest and 'boof' I ruin it!
"Hey tiny how are you doing? Having fun? Bet you're glad you came now!?" Jason grins at me.
"Yeh but I think I'm gonna go now," I sigh sadly.
"Oh well, if you're sure."
I leave. I walk down the streets swinging my flip flops in my hand. I feel goose pimples cover me as the cool night air blows on my face. It must be early in the morning. About 3am or something.
"Oi missus go in there 'n get us some fags will yer," A voice comes from behind me. I freeze and turn around slowly. I tall youth is standing behind me. He's much taller than me.
"I-I can't," I mumble. The man that runs the small newsagents next to me is my moms best friend. If she thinks I smoke she'd kill me. Worse... she'd make me move back in with her!!!
"What was that?" he growls getting closer to me. I an feel his breath on my face. Its smells strongly of stale alcohol. He raises his fist. I tremble, When a voice sounds from behind him...
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