Guity until proven innocent, Cama seeney, Monique x [top books of all time .txt] 📗

look bigger and more plush. After we had finished our drinks he asked me to kneel in front of the bath tub as he rinsed all the colour and tinfoil out. ‘Right stand up!’ He ordered after he had shampooed and conditioned my hair for like the third time. As I did he grabbed the towel from my shoulders and rapped it around my head.

 

‘Dryers in my room, I need to find a top and jeans back in a sec.’ He said, his eyes never leaving mine. That’s what made him such a great friend, he just didn’t expect anything back from me. I shoved all my stuff back into my bag and walked into Jase’s ‘room’, whilst I did Jases shirt back up. In reality his room was a mess of clothes and well I’m not exactly sure it was just a mess. I let my hair down and dried it as much as I could with the towel before finding the dryer and brush – in all places hanging on a hanger in the cupboard. He was so weird some times.

 

I slowly dried and brushed my hair into a fluffy straight purple do. Before I had finished drying it Jase applied a whole bunch of moose making it stay perfect. I grinned looking at the now fully clothed Jase – He wore black skinny jeans and a plain white shirt with grey stripes flowing across it, his leather jacket joined it of course. He wore dark blue doc Martins. His hair was pushed up and forward in crazy natural curls. Even I could admit he looked good. ‘I know, I know I’m hot but we need to go our ride will be here soon.’ I rolled my eyes and threw my bag on the bed, after applying roll on and perfume. I threw my constantly ringing phone on his bed also and grabbed a twenty from my purse. It was what my mum had left for my bus fares for the next two weeks.

 

A guy was waiting outside in his black car, he wore a grey/green tee-shirt with a black dinosaur on it. And had tattoos all up both arms. He wore a beanie on his messy red hair. ‘Ah so this must be Rose, Jases Only friend!’ He called out laughing, music blared from his cars speakers. Jase rolled his eyes and replied ‘Erm you’re my friend dickhead. Rose meet Dick, Dick meet Rose.’ He said as he opened the passenger door, I climbed in the back and said ‘Hi, Rich’ he looked at me in the windscreen mirror ‘You watch too many old war movies, your good.’ I just grinned as he turned the music even higher. The whole car seemed to vibrate with it, the speed and sound were intoxicating. My whole body just wanted to dace to the sweet sound. We rounded corners at a dangerous speed and flew through the night, all too soon we were at the Night’s Eagle.

 

As soon as the car’s ignition was turned off the sound of the bars music was just as loud as that the car played. The whole street seemed to be encased in it. By the time we’d gotten here it was seven, and people were already cuing outside to go in. We stood in the line for about five minutes before the bouncers let us in, Rich led the way to a private little medieval looking table with really old looking benches filled with people either side. Smoke filled the bar and colourful lights broke through. I stood leaning on Jase swaying to the music, ‘Dance?’ He asked me, not even bothering to say hello to his friends. I nodded and grinned, he grabbed my hand and walked around the corner – there were already around twenty people dancing.

 

The song started strong but slow, talking abound danger and love. About intoxication and escape. In Jases arms I felt free, and as he turned me I felt strong. The lights led the way and I followed swaying and turning. Jase let go as I turned and then caught me again, bending me low. I laughed in delight and followed his lead, he was actually a really good dancer. We danced forwards and back, turning and swaying all the way. Suddenly the song changed into something with a faster beat and a darker tone to it. He let go of my hand spun me around by my hips, lifting my hands in the air I swayed my hips from left to right. Dipping every once in a while. Suddenly he pulled my hips around again so I was facing him instead, ‘Trouble at two o’clock.’ He shouted in my ear, I shrugged not bothered at all.

 

The song changed again, this one was slow and dipped in sadness. It told the story of a fourteen year old girl who committed suicide, it told about her sadness. How she was perfect and loved, he sang how short she had lived but how she was an angle. I smiled sadly, and wove my arms around his neck resting my head on his shoulder. After that I saw his head move and watched as he glared at someone. He shortly thereafter pulled me off the dance floor and took a seat with his friends. Rich passes us both a beer and laughed at a joke one of his friends had told.

 

I stood awkwardly until one of their guy friends pulled me onto his lap. I shot him a glare that he only grinned at and replied ‘Your cute when your angry’ I rolled my eyes and ignored the rest of his idle gossip, I was too concerned with what Jase looked angry about – he was talking to Rich in hushed tones. Trouble was brewing. Not to mention Katie was strolling towards me ‘Hey look it Miss steal your guy. Bitch you will regret sleeping with Scot.’

Chapter seven

 Drinks are only fun for a little while

 

I laughed, I couldn’t help it. It had all suddenly all become to hilarious to me. I laughed and laughed and laughed more than I had in months. ‘Seriously? He was never yours to begin with. He’s a person. Grow up Katie.’ I told her standing up, I may have been shorter than her 5.5 by a few inches but I wasn’t afraid. ‘Grow up, babe you come on the map yesterday.’ She taunted smiling nastily. ‘Awh are you jealous? Want me to sleep with you too to make you feel better? Apparently I’m the best he’s ever had.’ I replied walking towards her slowly, I was almost in her face before Jase grabbed me from behind. Katie took the opportunity to slap me across the face before striding away.

 

‘Outside. Now.’ He shouted looking livid. I walked outside rolling my eyes dramatically ‘You told me nothing happened!’ He shouted livid. ‘Actually I told you, you weren’t death.’ I retorted angrily he didn’t have the right to catch me out, no fair. ‘Well tell me exactly what happened now!’ He demanded passing in front of me. ‘You know nothing happened Jase, you know me – can’t you trust me. Doesn’t matter no one else dose anyway.’ I muttered angrily.

 

‘Good, because you deserve a hell pf a lot better than some player who hasn’t got his priorities straight. Like I said you don’t get to have sex till your thirty!’ He told me looking relieved. I laced my arms around him and kissed his cheek ‘You good or do you want a cigarette?’ I asked grinning taking two from the near full packet in my back pocket.

 

He quickly took one and lit both up. ‘Come on I’m done here, let’s have our own fun’ he told me grinning like an idiot. We walked hand in hand away from all the excitement towards a metro Tesco. ‘Wait here.’ He told me handing me his jacket. I quickly put the warm clothing on, rapping the baggy coat around me his aftershave calmed me as well as one of his hugs would have. I leaned back, resting my head against the glass, smoking a cigarette that would one day ruin my lungs but for some reason that didn’t scare me, I just felt relaxed.

 

When Jase finally returned it was with two cases of beer. Now, don’t blame me but I can’t actually explain what happened after my fourth drink. I remember walking back to Jases and then nothing. I woke up – Fully clothed may I add – next to Jase on his bed. I giggled before shaking him awake. ‘School time pretty boy.’ I cooed my head still didn’t feel right. It felt… heavy. ‘Oh shit were goanna be late, mum said she’d kick me out if I came back with another expulsion. I just laughed and made my ditzy way to the bathroom. After rubbing damp tissue under my eyes and reapplying most of my makeup I felt much better.

 

Let me tell you this now. Turning up to school drunk was not the brightest of ideas, neither was – when I eventually got to school, third period in hitting Katie’s stupid face as soon as I saw her. Admittedly I was more than a little drunk still, but as the group of people gathered round cheering me on. The more I wanted her to feel the pain that I had been living with. So I punched her – her nose spattered blood all over clean white shirt but instead of feeling good I felt a little sick. Alcohol was the answer.

 

The teacher tried to drag me to the principal’s office but I didn’t want to go. Kicking and screaming I hit out – I didn’t want to be touched by a stranger. I buckled and twisted hitting back from the restraining hands. Suddenly no one was holding me back I found Jase and ran away whilst Katie was screaming in an overly dramatic manner. Both me and Jase laughing crazily we left school to hang in the park but the more the alcohol wore of the more I knew I’d done a bad thing. By the time we made it back to Jase’s I was more than ready to drink, more than ready to forget. Pretty soon both me and Jase found ourselves passed out on his couch.

 

By the time we’d both woken up the hangover was in full swing, he handed me another bottle promising it would help. Strangely though it did, he found a half empty cigarette packet on the coffee table littered with beers, cokes and fag ends. He offered me one, and I took it gladly. For about an hour we sat there talking and smoking. Mostly though we laughed at Katie’s face. ‘Awh no, you didn’t break her nose! Apparently her sisters holding a party though. Want to crash it?’ He asked grinning at me drunkenly. ‘Might as well, your mum will be home soon – she’d hate to see us here.’ I told him a little drunkenly. He nodded and went in search of new clothes.

 

He threw me a pair of his old black skinny jeans with holes strategically placed in them – he’d worn them the first time I’d met him ‘Here they no longer fit.’ He