10 Things I Hate About You 2
I Hate The Way You Drive Your Car, and I Hate The Way You Stare
“VERONICA!” Andy slams my door open. “We need to go; you’re gonna make me late!”
“Ok, ok, I’m coming, no need for the dramatic,” I rolled my eyes as I sat out of bed.
“I promised I would meet them at 7; It’s already 6:40,” her whining continued.
I slipped on my shoes as she grabbed my arm and dragged me out the door. I was hopping along, trying to jam my foot into my shoe.
“Bye, mom, we’re leaving now!” Andy shouts while running out the front door
I walked with Andy down the front steps, her running a bit ahead of me, trying to rush to meet her friends, Her vampire cloak flowing behind her. I pulled my sweater closer as the night air ran through me. We walked a couple of streets until we reached Piney Wood Lane, where her group of friends was grouped around the street sign. Just as she ran up to them, that stupid blue camero skirted to a stop, and a red-headed girl in a Micheal Myers jumpsuit got out and slammed the door.
“Ew, she’s wearing a boy costume.” one of Andys friends, Molly, I think, commented with disgust.
“Yeah, she’s such a boy like it’s so outrageous.” I looked down at Andy with disappointment
As we were walking, I heard another car door slam behind us.
“Hey, sweet cheeks!” Billy’s voice echoed behind us, “You sure you wanna trick or treat with the little kids instead of joining the big kids.”
“I’m not sure I promised my mom I would watch my sister,” fiddling with the hem of my sweater, going to turn back around when he grabbed my arm.
“Come on, I’ll get you back by 9 pm, and besides, it looks like they’re going on fine without you.”
I look back to see Andy and her friends walking up to their second house. I stared for a second before making my decision.
“Andy, meet me back here at 9 pm! Don’t be late, or I’m calling the cops!” I yelled at the back of her head, which seemed to be all that I’d been doing for a while
Billy smiled and kissed me on the cheek before opening his passenger door for me.
He climbed in his passenger seat, and he sped off.
“Jesus, slow down a little, would you!” I shouted, gripping the seat
“Don’t be scared, baby! Relax!” He shouted over the music with a smile
We reached Tina’s house in 5 minutes even though it would have usually taken 10.
“God, do you always drive like that? I’m surprised you haven’t killed anyone!” I commented as I stepped out of the car
“I’m a great driver; never even gotten a ticket,” he responds, puffing his chest with pride.
He grabbed my hand as we walked to the door, already feeling the vibrations of the music running through my bones.
As soon as we opened the door, a group of boys surrounded us a started slapping Billy on the back. “Yeah, man, you actually got her to-”
“Yeah Yeah, that’s enough.” Billy interrupted him, his grip on my hand getting tighter
The boys all started laughing and hitting the guy, who started talking like he had made some inside joke.
“Anyways, man, we got a keg in the back and drinks on the kitchen counter,” the group of boys said while pushing us further into the party.
Billy leaned down to my ear, “Lemme show you how people party in California,” his minty breath fanning across my ear, making me shiver.
Someone thrust red solo cups into both of our hands. I smelled it, and the stench of alcohol burnt my nose.
“What do you think they put in this stuff?” asked Billy, a little concerned for my health
“Don’t be a scaredy cat; drink it fast, and you won’t even taste the alcohol. Trust me,” He answered before knocking back the whole cup with ease.
I tried to copy him, but as soon as I swallowed a mouth full, I began coughing as the suspicious mixture burnt my throat. He laughed at my coughing fit and slapped my back.
“Just relax and enjoy yourself” He laughed, “I’m gonna go see what this keg is all about.”
He walked out to the backyard, where a group of boys immediately surrounded him. I pushed my way through the crowd of people before I made my way to the kitchen in search of water to wash out the alcohol taste lingering in my mouth. I saw Nancy and Steve off to the side arguing about something before she spilled punch down her shirt. The room fell silent as she stumbled off, steve following her. I quickly grabbed two bottles of water, one for me and one for Nancy, and rushed off to the bathroom after them.
I leaned into the door to ensure I wasn’t interrupting anything when I heard them arguing.
“Bullshit..” “What..” “You’re pretending…like..like we didn’t kill Barb..”
I stumbled away from the door, dropping the water bottles in shock. Digging my nails into the palms of my hand, I stormed back into the kitchen. Snatching a cup from a boy dressed in a toga.
“Hey, that’s mine!” He protested before I downed the liquid, ignoring how it made me need to gag.
A few more drinks followed that before everything started to slow down into a blur. Next thing you know, I’m dancing barefoot on Tina’s coffee table, listening to the crowd of teenagers cheering me on. I spun on the table and made eye contact with Billy, who somehow lost his shirt outside. He stared at me for a while before walking up to the table’s edge.
“Come on, sweet cheeks; you’re clearly too drunk. We gotta get you home.” He said, grabbing my hand and helping me off the table
“Relaaax, Loosen up,” I slurred, leaning into his body as he slung his arm around my shoulders.
He walked me out to the passenger side of his car and opened the door for me. I plopped in and shut my eyes. I started to come to when I felt the car park and heard his door open. I peeled my eyes open and groaned, feeling his hand on my arm helping me out of the car.
“Where are we” I mumbled, looking around at the elementary school’s playground
“You need to sober up a little bit before I take you home, baby,” he replied, sitting me down on the bench. “Do you want to tell me what that was about?”
“What do you mean?” my words still slurring slightly.
“You don’t seem like the type to get that drunk at a party,” He explained.
“They killed Barb,” I mumbled, leaning onto his shoulder.
“What?” confusion evident in his voice.
“Steve and Nancy. They had a pool party, and they invited Barb. I couldn’t go because I was supposed to babysit Andy. That night Barb went missing, and we never found her.” I explained last year’s events: “She was presumed dead, and everyone just moved on like normal.”
There was a long period of silence before he finally decided to respond.
“When my mom left, I blamed myself for a long time. My dad always told me it was my fault, so it was easy to start making myself believe him. Sometimes people just disappear, and it’s no one’s fault. They’re just gone.” As he traced figure eight onto my hand, he said, “We have to move on like normal, or that pain will fester into anger, and we’ll turn into bad people.”
It felt like he was talking about someone he knew, but before I could respond, I groaned, feeling bile rise up my throat. He held my air back as I hunched forward and threw up in front of our feet.
“Come on, let’s get you home.” He said, helping me to my feet and walking me back to his car
I shut my eyes and listened to him beating his steering wheel to the music. I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my face.
“I hate it when you stare,” I stated, my eyes still shut.
He laughed and faced back to the front. It only took us a few minutes before we reached the front of my house. I looked down at his car’s clock, the 12:08 AM staring back at me.
“Shit!” I rushed out of the car, slammed the door behind me, and ran to the front door. I turned and waved before Billy sped off. I tried to unlock and open the door as quietly as possible just to see my mom sitting at the dining room table, staring at me.
“Where the hell have you been, Veronica.” She yelled, slamming her hands on the table. “Your sister came home all by herself and said you went off with that Hargrove boy! I call his dad, and he has no idea where either of you are!”
“I was fine, mom. I was just at a party-” I tried to explain.
“No! Do you know how irresponsible that is? Something could have happened to your sister!” She said, still yelling
“Maybe I wanted to be a normal teenager for once instead of always having to go follow my 13-year-old sister and her friends around all fucking night!” I started screaming back, losing my temper
“Don’t you ever swear at me, you little shit! I am your mother! Do you Understand?” She screamed, walking up to me,” All I do is worry and slave and protect you! And what do I get in return? My daughter acting like an ungrateful little shit!”
I turned around calmly and walked down the hall to my room.
“Don’t you walk away from me!” I heard her screaming behind me
I slammed the door and lay down on my mattress. Hugging my pillow to my chest, I started to cry. I cried for Barb, for my lost friendship with Nancy, for my mom’s anger, and for my own aching heart.
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