Broken Pieces

Chapter 4

“Don't be a pussy man, the party's bombing!” Ryan yells over the phone, I roll my eyes and pull the phone away from my ear for a couple seconds until his yelling stops. “How can you miss a Pat party?” 

I sigh. “I'll be there in 30.” and with that I hang up. I roll off my bed and land swiftly on the cold wood floor. I walk over to my dresser where I change into a red shirt and some jeans that hang loosely around my hips. I grab my keys and phone off my bed and stroll downstairs. Going over Ryan's!” I yell at no one in particular. I slip on my black steel toe boots and shove my phone in my pocket. 

“At 11 o'clock?” My Dad questions when he lazily trudges into the kitchen from the living room. I nod. “and what time will you be back?” 

I shrug. “3? 4?” 

My dad glares at me. “No.” He declares. 

“I promise to be home no later than 4:30.” 

“It's a school night.” 

“Fine, I'll sleep over Ryan's?” 

My Dad sighs and looks in the living room. “Go, I expect you home at 6 and up for school.” I grin and walk out of the house. 

My Dad understands the 'young adult' stages in life, seeing as he was once my age. He usually sucks into it and lets me go but it comes with responsibility. Like, being ready for school and not being late and no drinking while driving.  They were simple rules but I don't complain, as long as I can get out of the house for a little while. Me going out late at night is expected from my Dad, he hates me doing this, but hey why not get my partying out now? It is Senior year after all. But sometimes I do have to sneak out to go to a party, I've been caught a few times, and the others I just get lucky. Even when I do sneak out, I still keep in mind with the rules. I don't want to be breaking more rules than I already have. 

For Gods sake my Dad would have my head if he found me driving drunk. 

The bass of the loud music could already be heard from outside his house, it was mad crazy. I knew the neighbors wouldn't care because well he had no neighbors. The only house near Pat's was miles away. You could say Pat's parents were filthy rich and do anything for his son to make him happy. Their house was a mansion and I mean a mansion, it stood on 1,599 square feet of land without a house near it. Not only did the backyard stretch for miles, but so did the house. Everything was massive. 

I sigh and shove my car keys in my jean pockets, walking into the hot house. The party was already in full swing, people grinding on each other whether it be male and male, people were already wasted, clothes thrown on the floor, and it was your normal Pat party. I shove past people and walk into the kitchen were all kinds of booze laid on the counter, I grab a Bud Light from the counter and crack it open. I scan my eyes over the crowd of people and girls send me flirtatious smiles and waves, I just send them a smirk, and continue looking around. 

“Glad you could make it, bro!” I turn around to see Ryan, Keith, and Shay walking into the kitchen from the dance room AKA living room. 

“I know and I was going to miss a Pat party.” I grunt. Keith chuckles.