Drake and Colette #2

Brittany flicked her bottle blonde hair as she delivered her best self righteous glare to the entire room.
Drake could care less what any of those shallow, meaningless girls thought of him. Attacking Colette, on the other hand, pushed his buttons. He ran his hand through his hair as he stumbled along the hallway, thoughts of Colette already filling his mind.
If I could just forget he thought pushing into the kitchen searching for that double shot of escape. He snagged the first bottle he could, savoring that burn that made him forget for a little while. He’d betrayed her; he didn’t deserve her. I hope she’s ok.
Jason, his best friend and worst influence wandered into the kitchen with that wide smile and glazed eyes he sported almost as often as his football jersey. “Dude, it’s a party. What’s with the long face?” Jason’s house, Jason’s party, Jason’s rules… for everyone, even at school. Jason’s dad made a lot of money that he loved to flaunt. Nothing but the best for a Carter, he often said.
Drake shrugged Jason’s hand off of his shoulder with disgust.
“Have another drink my friend,” he slurred, “Mi Casa, Su Casa.”
Drake rolled his eyes and left to find some fresh air on the balcony.
“Don’t go away mad Dude,” he yelled to loudly behind Drake, “I got your back.”
Drake shook his head; Jason could be a pompous, pain in the butt, jerk. Underneath all that he was ok if you dug down deep enough.
The crowded balcony provided little solace from the suffocation of people he’d hoped for. He pushed his way to the edge of the Cliffside balcony; to the fresh open air so he could breathe again. The distant sound of breaking waves soothed the tension in his head and shoulders.
He looked at the silver ribbon of road winding its way down from the large, Cliffside home. Tall evergreens cast sharp shadows across the road in the bright moonlight. He tossed the vodka left in his cup into the back of his throat. A headlight at the bottom of the road caught his eye.
He watched the car start up the twisted road making it’s way toward the party of the school year. Just as he was losing interest, the car turned off on the dirt trail to the tiny beach at the foot of the cliff. His heart skipped a beat; the car was Colette’s.
His eyes saw what others couldn’t see; she looked up at him. He knew she saw him, just like she knew he could see her. He’d blamed her; she had gotten him into this predicament. He told her, he never wanted to see her again. She tricked him into this foreign, monstrous existence. He didn’t mean it. He was so mortified when he realized what she had done to him.
She turned and pulled something out of the trunk of the car. She turned so it was behind her and he couldn’t see what it was until it was too late. Time seemed to freeze when she held the gas can above her head, gushing so quickly her shirt stained dark completely. A loud roar grew in his ears battling the screaming; screaming coming from him. “No! Colette No, No, No!”