Troubled Past

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Chapter Ten: Troubled Past

Connie picked me and Ricky up around seven-thirty. I took the backseat so Ricky wasn't squished.

Connie was a country fanatic and she was also obsessed with Lee Brice. I had to admit that he was pretty good even though I believe that I'm allergic to country music.

My plan for tonight was to stay sober and be the designated driver. Connie was going to sleep over at my house so her dad wouldn't bust her for underage drinking

Connie pulled up to the house and she cut the engine off. She was in party mode now. She jumped out of the car leaving me and Ricky there. I grabbed her keys from the ignition and climbed out of the backseat.

"Ready?" Ricky asked.

"Yeah," I said.

We walked into the house together. I looked around for Connie, but I couldn't see anything except the flash of strobe lights.

"She'll find me if she needs anything," I said.

"I'm going to get something to drink," Ricky said. "Want one?"

"No, I'm the designated driver for you guys," I said. "Go have fun."

"I'll be right back," he said disappearing through a crowd of people.

"Hey cutie," a boy said wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, which made me want to gag. "Want to dance?"

"Actually I'm here with someone," I said hoping Ricky would come back soon.

"Who?" he asked me.

"Me," Ricky said making his presence known.

"This is Ricky," I said.

"Ricky Michaels?" he questioned.

"The one and only," he said. "Why you want to know?"

"You slept with my girlfriend last year," the boy said, "then she dumped me because "she found someone better"."

"That sounds like a personal problem," Ricky said.

"You know what else is a personal problem this," the guy said and without any warning he punch Ricky in the jaw. My eyes got the size of saucer before I realized that Ricky hadn't even flinched.

"What the hell is your problem?" I asked.

"I deserved it," Ricky said. "It didn't hurt anyways; he punches like a girl, Kat."

I shook my head and pulled him through the crowd into the kitchen so I could examine his face. It was going to bruise but that was about it.

"What is with you and your tendency to piss people off?" I asked.

"That girl said she was single," he said. "I swear I didn't know."

"So that means, 'Oh I can sleep with her'!" I said sarcastically.

"Yeah," he said. "What?"

"You're so stupid," I said. "Never mind, I'm not going to act like your mom and sit here to give you a lecture."

"Hey, we're about to start a game of truth or dare," Connie said coming into the kitchen with the guy from the beach.

"I'm not playing," I said. "I'm not drunk enough for that."

"Then you better start getting drunk," Connie said.

"I'm the driver so no," I said. "I'll just sit back and watch you do stupid stuff."

"Fine," she said dragging the boy out of the kitchen.

"You going to play?" I asked.

"I rather do something else, but I know you wouldn't be up for it," he said.

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