Homecoming Hell.

Homecoming. The dance that all the pretty girls of the world dream of; becoming the homecoming dream with their little prick of a boyfriend and their gorgeous hot pink poofy dress; in case you don't know me, that was never my outlook on life or on school dances for that matter. As you know I went with Johnny, besides the fact I knew it would get under Jamie's skin he is so sweet and cute that I just had to say yes :p.

Anyway as I started getting ready I realized that I hadn't ever been to a school function. I wasn't one to really go to them. I was more of a hard-party-slut-it-up kinda gal, but hey, there's a first time for everything, right? Right.

I walked down the hall making my way into the kitchen in a short silver dress and my hair curled at the ends. I tried to not put on as much as eye make-up as I normally would since I think it'd look too over the top for a school dance, not that I would know, but still. In the kitchen stood Curly..in a suit with a corsage? I was very confused but didn't question it, he is a strange child.

"Hey, who's the corsage for? I asked as I put my lip gloss on."

"Oh, Jamie, he replied simply."

I ran my lip-gloss halfway across my face and nearly dropped dead. JAMIE! My rival was going to HOMECOMING with my brother. She must've found out about me and Johnny, oh well, sucks to be her. I couldn't wait to get there now just to rub it in her face. At that moment Johnny knocked on the door and I walked over opened it and he very gentleman-like escorted me to his car. On the way we made small talk about muffins, lady gaga and random shit. It was kinda nice having someone to just talk to for no reason; I really liked it, but that's not the point anyway we arrived late, (fashionably late :p) and walked in to see some shit about to go down between Jamie and Brook. I wasn't about it get into it, Jamie hates me enough and I have no problems with Brook so I was ready to steer clear and watch the cat-fight go down from afar, but does anything ever go my way? No. As soon as we walked through that door and Johnny saw everyone yelling we just had to go over there and see what was up.

When we had joined the circle I noticed Jamie smirking at Johnny. Couldn't the chick just let it go? THEY WERE BROKEN UP; MY GOD.

"I can expl-, Johnny started." But Jamie cut him off, "Don't. I really don't care to know, she interrupted."

"Don't talk him like that!" Me and Brook shouted in unison. How she could be such a bitch to the nicest guy in the world, I didn't know, but it pissed me off; a lot. "Oh look the whores teamed up." She replied. HA! Me the whore; right now, she was not in any position to be saying anything considering the fact she was here with my brother and making out with Austin. I noticed Johnny wasn't at my side anymore, probably scared to get involved.

"Says the girl who just broke up with her boyfriend and is making out with someone else." I retorted. A look of complete hatred filled her face and I knew I had gotten to her. But, the last thing I had expected was the dumb bitch to slap me. It stung, not much, but it still hurt. (She's not very good at hitting :p) As soon as I realized what she did I grabbed onto her hair and just yanked with all my might, I was so pissed, I thought I was gonna just tackle her right then and there. Then Brook, the tiniest of them all joins in the fight just slapping away and both of us, and by some miracle all the guys grabbed us and pulled us away from each other.

At some point I guess that Curly had come over because now him and Austin were arguing over Jamie. Then it came to me. Jamie had just crushed my brother. He really liked her and she just left him out to dry; fucking little hypocrite. At that point I realized I had never hated anyone so much in my entire life and if Johnny hadn't have been there I probably would've jumped her. You don't cross a Shepard and get away with it, but I think Johnny realized what I was thinking cause he pulled me away and out the door, well I think pulled is an understatement, he ran out the door pulling me along with him, -.- .

He opened the car door for me and we drove home in awkward silence, he dropped me off at home.

"Hey, I'm really sorry for such a shitty night." I apologized.

"Eh, it's alright, this was bound to happen eventually." He sighed.

"Thank you for being so sweet though." I gave him a little peck and walked into the house with more emotions swirling around then I ever had in my entire life.

When a Tornado Meets a Volcano.

I woke up totally confused. I was in bed fully clothed and I tried to sit up and I thought my brain was about to fall out of my head it hurt so bad. I opened my eyes slowly to see Curly sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Holy shit Curly it feels like I've been hit by a truck, I mumbled."

"Yeah, well, you should. You took LSD, he replied."

"I took what now, I asked scrunching my eyebrows."

"Our dip-shit of a brother gave you a mother load of LSD knocked you out and here you are, he said with a hint of resentment in his voice."

I thought for a moment and the memories of the past night came flooding back to me. The drugs, my brother, the sleazy guy, Pony. Everything. How my own brother betrayed me for money. Treated me like a whore so he could make a couple of bucks. Had I driven him to this? Had I made myself seem so unbearable that my own brother had to sell me off to other men. I couldn't think straight. I was losing it. I knew it. I just wanted to sleep this off and it all to be a dream, no nightmare. One huge freaking nightmare, one that I could wake up from and not have to live with the effects of, but nope, life is never that easy; is it?

"What time is it anyway, I asked as I shifted my position so I was propped up on my elbow."

"5:30, just about. You got here around like 1-1:15, I dunno. Pony carried you home sometime around then and said you were drugged up somethin' awful. He told me what happened, wanna talk about it, he asked with a concerned look."

"Naw, it's okay you go sleep, I'm gonna too."

"Angela....., he trailed off."

"I'll talk to you about it later, now I just wanna sleep okay," I tried to tell him as gently as I could but it came out a little harsh and I saw him shrink back stung by the coldness of my voice and walk out the door.

You'd think that with all the terror I had endured the past couple of hours that I'd never be able to get to sleep but I think that was when even God realized I had gone through enough and gave me his blessing to go to sleep.

"Angel. Hey, Angel. Yo, Angela wake up!" I was awoken to hushed whispering at 6:30 in the morning by none other than Austin Brumley. I rolled over and squinted to see if I was dreaming. He was sitting on the edge of my bed attempting to wake me up. It was not going well.

"Hey, let's go, he whispered."

"Go?! Go where?! Where are we going?" I practically hissed.

"New York City, he calmly stated."

"Okay, lemme just- wait what? NEW YORK CITY? ARE YOU CRAZY?!" I practically screamed.

"Look, I need to get away and I cant go alone plus, you said you'd be there for me no matter what."

I lost all common sense at that point. I basically said fuck it all what else could go wrong, threw a few things in a bag, made him carry me and all my crap out to the car and we were on our way to New York.

We both came to the conclusion that we needed to go blow off some steam so therefore we stopped by some random bar. I decided to follow the ways of Kitty Curtis; what's the best way of getting rid of a hangover? Keep drinking! So I walked in and immediately went to the bar. Asked for a bottle of Jack and took a swig. I worked my way to the back of the room and sat between these two guys. I looked at the one on my right and he said something about me having great legs and ran his hand up my thigh and brushed my hair away from my neck. I gave in and leaned toward him and though hey, it's all down hill from here, why not just have a little fun right? But little did I know that his buddy had a needle behind his back and right before he's about to drug me up and do God knows what Austin appears out of no where and totally decks him in the face picks me up with one hand and drags me out of the bar with ease.

He laid me down in the back seat where I passed out and woke up the next morning with a major headache and in some cheap crappy motel bedroom.

The next day we did typical tourist shit. Went to the Statue of Liberty and I had the time of my life. Just laughing and screwing around. For not knowing each other too well before we got really close that day. We also went to the Empire State Building and Austin talked to some Asian man about finding something I don't know, it was awkward to listen to. But anyway we went out to dinner and just talked. We really got close that day. And those twenty for hours I saw the real Austin Brumley. The one that no one could ever hate no matter how hard they tried.