Characters: Mike Dallas, Hunter Hollingsworth, Vanessa Brandon, KC Guthrie, Jonah Haak, Grace Cardinal, Tiny Bell and Lola Pacini
Timeframe: Friday, May 26th, 2017
Summary: When you mix prom night, alcohol and driving together, I’m sure you can imagine the outcome. But I don’t think any of these eight teens imagined something like this.
Dallas started the engine of his friend's car. He didn't know why he even accepted the offer when the car wasn't in the best start up shape to begin with. However, Dallas was getting more work done to the car with the money he made when he helped Luke out during when Luke gave him a position at Frozen. Hearing the engine finally start up, Dallas made his way onto the road. Dallas had only a small amount to drink, but part of him hoped it wasn't bad enough so that he could easily not be caught by the cops and to drop Hunter off safely. He knew during the ride that having silence fill the air wasn't a good idea, considering how awkward it was to be dropping off someone who got Simpson to threaten his graduation status to begin with. "What made you think you could take Jonah on? I'm sorry, but you're far from strong to protect yourself. Besides, what made you decide that he was enemy number one? I thought you guys are friends through clique allyship."
Closing his eyes as he sat still, he sighed heavily as Dallas began to talk to him as if they were on some sort of good terms. He went to pull out his phone as some type of distraction but it was dead so it seemed as if he had no choice but to drown himself in Dallas' voice. "Not really into this whole bonding sesh, Dal," Hunter finally replied in a sarcastic tone. "Jonah messed with my family and now he's messing with my..." He stopped himself. "Grace. So yeah, I don't like him."
"I'm not into this bonding session either, but it's better than having silence considering this junk of a car doesn't have any radio. Besides, the ride to your place is quite the ride, might as well have some sort of noise going on. Even if you can't stand me and I think you're still weird as fuck." Dallas pulled at a stop-light as it went red, waiting for it to go green. "So far so good, all you have to do is keep up this momentum and you'll be perfect," he thought while tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. Dallas scoffed, "You do know going after your ex's new toy isn't a good way to waltz back into your ex's arms. The more you interfere with a relationship, the stronger it's going to last." The light turned green and Dallas pushed gently on the gas pedal, continuing the drive. "Besides, you're missing out if you keep sulking over what you've once had."
"You flatter me," he said in a low voice, giving Dallas a fake smile. "Are you really one to give me relationship advice? Didn't you get like three girls pregnant and cheated on them?" Hunter didn't really care much to know about Dallas' personal life but it did help when it came to situations like this. "And what exactly am I missing out on? If I wanna sulk, I'll sulk."
Dallas rolled his eyes when it came to the boy criticizing his relationships. "First of all, I'm not even going to answer that, second, you do know I'm the driver right?" Making a right turn, the boy let out a light chuckle. "Even if I had some interesting flings, considering there was only one girl I did date, I bounce back and move on instead of pinning on someone. If they eventually show interest then why not, it's better to see what's out there than the sulk on something of the past. Besides moving on shows a sign of healthy and eventually depending on how the girl felt for you, she might get jealous. Obviously you don't hangout with your brother very much otherwise you would get girls and understand how to actually move on and enjoy life instead of sitting in the past. You did this with Lola and now you're doing this with Grace. Maybe that's why the two girls moved on, clingy isn't a good look."
Hunter opened his mouth up to reply, he had prepared a decent come back but he suddenly became very dizzy, a lot more so than the usual effects. And then he felt the car stop moving. "What the fuck, did you hit a deer or something?" The boy questioned, his voice now raised as he unbuckled his seatbelt and exited the car to see what happened.
Not paying attention to his answer, Dallas noticed something, "Oh shit!" Dallas felt a thud as the car managed to hit a stop sign. Getting out the boy's eyes widen, Dallas was mumbling swear words underneath his breath. "Shit, shit, shit, shit," he whispered staring at the damage. He knew that he had a record considering his history as a Wild One. Dallas feared more about the police coming and noticing the small amount of alcohol content within his breath. Dallas didn't need to get into anymore trouble since graduation was on the line. On top of that, Child Services would probably take Rocky away or something or give Vanessa full custody, something he didn't want because he was trying his best to be a better father. "Shit, we can't just stay here, we gotta go. We're not going to get in trouble, this isn't even my car, the registration is under my friend Julian's name still.." Dallas started panicking and he was debating making a run for it.
When he saw that it was just a stop sign, a slight form of relief washed over him. However, when Dallas then suggested to just leave the scene, Hunter was baffled. "You're joking, right? You just knocked over a stop sign, you know those things exist for a reason," Hunter now began to lecture the older boy. "We have to call the police. Let me use your phone," he demanded.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to let you use my phone. If the police come, we're both going to get in trouble. I have alcohol on my breath and you're flat out drunk! I have a lot to lose on the line. I'm sorry but," Dallas started turning around, he knew his home was three blocks from the location east. "I'm sorry, but I can't have anymore trouble with the law, I'm going to go." With that, Dallas left because he cared more for his record than some stop sign he managed to hit.
"Dallas!" he shouted out several times, even though he just kept driving the car back the way they came. Now Hunter didn't know what to do. His phone was dead, he was drunk and he was stranded in some empty neighborhood. Doing what he does best, he started sulking again but this time he added some walking to it. He didn't know where he was gonna go, he just walked and hoped he'd come up with a plan.
Jonah was heading out of the prom after getting kicked out for fighting Hunter. He was drunk as fuck and really just wanted to get away from this stupid school dance and to his house as quick as possible. But somehow he'd ended up with Grace, Lola, and Tiny in his car. "Alrightt" he slurred, "Let's get the fuck outta here."
Grace rolled her eyes, annoyed at Jonah for fighting and even more annoyed that he just got drunk instead of talking to her about it. She could only shake her head and take swigs from the flask Jonah had handed to her. Glancing over at Jonah, she felt a warning tickle at the back of her mind, but she mainly just thought about where she went wrong tonight and why her prom had turned out like this. She hadn't expected romance or anything, but she had hoped for something, "Alas! He speaks!" She teased him, having not heard much from his mouth after he got kicked out.
Lola knew she already had way too much to drink tonight, but was having far too much fun to stop anytime soon. So far the night had been a success and she wasn’t ready for it to be over just yet. Smiling brightly as she kicked off her heels, Lola moved so she was practically on the Tiny’s lap. “Joooonie,” Lola then called out from the back, giggling. “Stop by Taco Bell please!”
Tiny was drunk in Jonah's backseat, hesitant at first to even approach the couple, but as the drinks kicked in, he had no reason to not to trust the older boy. "Jooooooooo...you almost beat up a dude like 39 years younger than you maaaan. Noooot a good looook..soooo do what my girl says and get the tacs!", he said as he grab onto Lola's waist tight. "I gotta get some condies too, woo!"
Vanessa had managed to pull KC away from the dance and get him inside the car. Thankfully, he didn't fight her one getting his keys. The dance seemed like a total bust for her and part of her almost wished she had stayed home, but KC did make it enjoyable and was probably the funnest part about it. "I've never actually been to your place before so you're gonna have to try and navigate," she spoke, buckling her own seatbelt.
KC had pretty much plopped in the passenger's seat and rested his head against the window as Vanessa started to drive. He could feel himself very relaxed and almost to the point of falling asleep but when the girl mentioned something about having to take him home, he jumped up. "No no, you can't take me home. If I get caught with alcohol in my system, I'm gonna get sent back to juvie," KC yelled out. "I can't go home. V. I can't," he repeated himself, his voice and behavior growing intense.
Vanessa was immediately taken back once KC started yelling. She put her hand over on his thigh, trying to manage the wheel at the same time. "KC, calm down. I won't take you home if you can't be there," she spoke. Vanessa paused for a second, knowing she couldn't take him to her place on account of Rocky coming home tomorrow, but she would do what she had to she supposed. "Look, you can crash in my old room at my mom's place." Vanessa made a quick turn starting down the road. She was glad at least one of them was sober otherwise she had no idea how they'd get home.
"Your mom won't care if I crash there?" He asked, part of him starting to calm back down. "I can be gone before she even wakes up," KC added; he really didn't want to cause any more problems for the girl since she seemed to have enough on her plate already.
Jonah just rolled his eyes at Grace. “Why’d ya have to talk to that snotty kid Hunter anyway. Fuck Hunter! Fuck Hunter!” he chanted. At the tone of Lola’s high pitched voiced Jonah gave a hearty node “Well okay, but just because I want a gordita” As soon as Jonah pulled out of the school parking lot he could tell that his wits weren’t about him, the lines in the road were kinda blurry, and he couldn’t really tell if there were two or four stop lights. He found himself swerving into the other lane. “Shit” he remarked, quickly swerving back to the right lane. “My bad guys” he said, turning around to face his passenger’s in the back but the minute he had he lost control and crashed into another car directly in his lane.
Grace groaned, "Hunter's my best friend, that's why I was talking to him. You didn't have to pick a fight with him." She shot back, but it was lost in his stupid chanting. Sitting back in the passenger seat, she huffed out and took another drink from the flask, emptying it. Grace vaguely felt the car swerve, but she had so many thoughts in her head that she found herself too distracted to focus on one thing. She suddenly sat up straight when she saw Jonah heading straight for another car, starting to scream his name, but her voice was cut off as they crashed.
Lola giggled again when Jonah caved into her request, glad that she didn’t have to fight him on this - probably because she was too out of it to even try. “Thank ya babe,” she smiled, now directing her attention to Tiny, planting a kiss on his lips. This night couldn’t possibly get any better, or at least that’s what she thought until she heard Jonah’s named being yelled, and then felt the impact of the crash.
Tiny was on cloud nine until he felt the impact of the crash, instinctively holding onto Lola on impact to try and protect her somewhat.
"She'll be more upset if I had you in the house while Rocky was there than if I have you crashing," Vanessa explained. As she approaches the intersection, Vanessa continued on until the car from the passenger side slammed into the car. KC's car went spinning to the side of the road. Vanessa's head knocked into the steering wheel enabling her from getting control of the car after impact.
In a matter of seconds, KC felt the airbag fly right into him but because he wasn't wearing his seatbelt, the impact of the crash practically flung his whole body straight through the windshield as the car was spinning. All you could see was smoke and damaged car parts all over the road. Vanessa was practically unconscious and it was unknown how the passengers in the other car were. So KC just laid there on the hard cement as he heard sirens starting to come towards the scene.
Tori’s grades had been slipping lately--and with the year about a month out from ending it was crunch time to recover. Chemistry in particular, was giving her all kinds of trouble. Every time she so much as cracked open a textbook she found herself either vastly overwhelmed by the figures that seemed like hieroglyphs on the page or distracted by other things going on in her life. However, she figured with a study buddy, or at least someone to keep her focused she could do just enough to keep her GPA from suffering it’s plight. Tori had never failed anything in her life, even when she would act out in school--a “C” was a rarity for the curly haired brunette. And failing Honors Chem, a course her counselor warned her against but Tori insisted that she could handle would truly be the cherry on top of an awful school year. So she readied the tray of brownies, her notes, and a little music for ambiance as she prepared for Grace’s arrival. Within a few minutes she heard a few soft knocks at the door, feeling a little relieved that she didn’t get lost on the way to Luke’s place. The brunette opened the door, clad in her most comfortable attire. “Hey--come in..” she greeted.
I’m still mad. I was born mad and I’ll always be mad. But it’s your birthday so I’m not going to be an asshole, at least I’ll try not to be... I ordered these DVD’s for you about a month ago and I thought we could watch them together but things aren’t as simple as they were back then and clearly we both have changed and I’m not a priority anymore. Am I okay with that? Not at all but I can’t know what my life is like without Grace Cardinal in it. I don’t want to. So I’m sorry, I guess. Happy birthday.
