fifty-six

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miles (something different ik)

"all right,let's do this! whoo!"
anthony yelled trying to open the car door before pulling back,locked.

"hey unlock the back door-"

"listen to me and listen good,because i'm not about to play around about this shit."
junior said seriously.

the whole car went silent as everybody stared at him.

junior wasn't the type to be crazy mean or worried,he was just chill and over protective.

but i've never seen him act this way before,so i was worried.

"if we're gonna be at this party,we gotta lay down some ground rules first,got it?"

everybody nodded.

"good."
he sighed.
"number one,don't take any drinks from anybody other than us.if you can't make the drink,don't take the drink.we don't need anybody getting drugged tonight."

we all nodded understanding his rule.

"number two,keep your phone on you and keep in on vibrate at all times.if one of us calls,answer.if you miss the call,call the fuck back."
he listed.

"number three,don't take any drugs and i mean any."
he said sternly.

"but none of us even do drugs-"

"it doesn't matter,ok? peer pressure is a bitch and these motherfuckers will lace anything.so no pills,no weed,no nothing."

"number four,if you start to feel scared or lost,find me or call me or somebody,we'll get the fuck out,period."
he sighed.

"and last,if somebody starts shooting,get the fuck down and run."
he stated.

"i don't care if you run in the street.i don't care if you run into the neighbors yard,hell i don't care if you run and hide in the pool,run."

"y'all got that?"
he asked looking our way.
we all nodded awaiting an answer.

"than let's do this."

he said unlocking the doors before we all spilled out of the truck,walking up to the house.

"everybody phone on?"
junior turned around looking at us before we entered a house.

we all nodded,walking into the house full of drunk teenagers,and dancing kids.

the house was filled to the brim with either drunk,high or just straight up under the influences kids.

definitely underage.

we all spread out going to different parts of the house in groups of twos.

"you want a drink?"
i asked destiny who's hand was intertwined with mine.

she nodded sending me a small smile as she looked around at the living room full of kids.

i grabbed a bottle of rum and mixed it with some juice i didn't know the name of before handing her the cup and drinking my own.

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