Chapter 7:

Trey Denver:

I drove on my motorbike towards the perfectly straight road with the sea crashing against the rocks.

My fingers trembled and my grip loosened slightly on the bike handles.

I sucked in a deep breath and turned my head from right to left in attempts to find a place to stop.

I couldn't drive forever.

Sooner or other I was going to have to face her no matter the consequences but for now I needed an escape.

I heard the whistle of the trees blowing in the wind.

The sound of waved was also humming in my ears as the violence of them crashed against the rocks that sat on the edge of the water.

You could hear the sounds of cars racing by making my ears deaf like, but I ignored it, knowing that later they would pop.

My hands gripped onto the steering wheel tighter, suddenly my hands not trembling and I turned to the right of the road which led into Gosford.

The bike jerked sideways making me lean slightly over.

I searched the area for any type of park but there was none in my sight causing me to groan loudly.

Maybe I would just keep riding.

Just when I actually though I'd need to turn back I remembered the grassy field next to Blue Tongue Stadium and another grassy area across from it they had water beside it.

I drove my bike for ten minutes longer until I spotted the grassy area where I drove into the car park area, larking my bike in the far left of the last row.

I jumped off the bike and ripped my helmet of, shaking my hair around out of habit.

There were a bunch if kids mucking around with a soccer ball, kicking it high into the air towards each other.

Dropping the helmet onto the ground I avoided the looks of the kids and sat on the opposite side of the field, crossing my legs.

A piece of wet grass prickled into my skin and I ripped it out with my middle fingers, scrunching it up into a tiny ball, throwing it in the distance.

After throwing the grass I grasped my phone from my school bag and stared at it, wondering if I should tell my mm and dad that I was at a friends house.

Maybe I'd get in less shit.

Opening up my messages I clicked my finger onto the button that caused me to go into the mobile number for my mum.

-I'm at Fox's place with Harvey. Be home around nine thirty-

When I fished the text I threw it forward causing it to land onto the wet grass a couple of centimeters away from where I sat.

"Hey! This field is for kids soccer training, that's it." A guy said to me and I looked up and took in his features.

He had high cheek bones with various freckles across his mid sized nose.

His blonde hair was patted down by his backwards cap in which had red on the back and black on the back of the hat.

His red shirt was rolled up slightly showing off his flat stomach with a line of dark hairs.

The sight made me snicker loudly and the guy raised his thin eyebrow at me in wonder.

"Sorry dude, but I ain't moving. You aren't my mum or dad. Can't tell me what to do."

He rolled his hazel eyes and said something else to me, his deep voice pouring into my ears.

"What got up your sucks?" He grumbled and I stood up rapidly and made my way over to him, getting as close as I possibly could.

"What got up my socks? How about what fit up in yours? I did try telling you nicely but if you say anything else ill pinch you in that pretty little face of yours that everyone must love." I growled deeply, pushing my face right up next to his causing him to move his head back.

He scoffed at me as though he didn't think I was serious and told me, "you think you're so cool, don't you?"

"No I don't think I'm cool. I know I am." I said pulling my fist into a ball.

"Why don't you, my friend just get out of here?" He pushed me using the force of his hand.

Getting angrier I growled lowly and swung my balled up fist against his precious face.

I felt my hand squish into his cheek and ran into the side of his nose.

When I lifted my hand he stumbled back, landing on the grass with a thud holding onto the side if his face with his hand.

I shook my hand feeling slight pain and stared at the guy sitting on the ground complaining about his poor face.

I rolled my eyes and face the opposite way, feeling slightly more relieved.

It felt good to punch someone.

No doubt about it.

I made my way over towards my motorbike and bent over to grab the black helmet.

My hands felt the smooth plastic that the helmet was made of and I shoved it on my head.

The motorbike stood tall, the stand leaning against the concrete of the fat park. 

My foot flicked the stand back up and I jumped on the bike, my hands leaning on the handle.

I drove off with miraculous speed, my foot against the black pedal.

The warm wind breezed past me and rippled though my school clothes that were terrible material.

I had shredded my leather jacket after first period due to the increasing heat throughout the day.

My hand hurt slightly and I looked at it to study the damage.

There was blood running from my middle knuckle along with purple bruises beginning to form on the rest of my knuckles.

I stopped looking at my knuckles and studied the green sign trying to decipher the words which were painted in white.

Looking closer I read the words over to myself.

POINT CLARE.

Turning away from the sign I concentrated on the road ahead of me, swerving into the lane beside my.

I felt my phone vibrate from my back but I couldn't get it out while riding.

I'd just have to check it later.

I scrunched my nose up in disgust when the smell of gas wafted up my nose and I gagged, all the while trying to stay on the road.

The gas was coming from the car in front of me with smoke pouring out of the exhaust pipe.

So gross.

That car did not look road worthy.

It was old with the paint colour being an ugly light purple and it was covered in dirt with scratches all over it.

It chattered along the smooth rode, one headlight missing causing me to laugh out of amusement.

How much worse can this care get?

As I was trying to look closer at the car to spot anything else wrong with it the run down car swerved to the left side while I needed to turn left to head back down Tascott Straight.

I felt the jerk if the bike and drive slowly down the straight road, shivering slightly from the wind biting into my skin.

The wind had gotten colder due to the fact that night was almost here.

I know it really didn't seem that late when I was at the park but I must have gotten here pretty late.

My bag vibrated again and I groaned worry surging through my body.

What if it was mum and dad? 

If it was them I'd need to reply immediately other wise there'd be even worse consequences than there already was.

But then what if it was Fox or Harvey asking me over, giving me a chance to get away from home?

I wish, it was only Monday.

Still another four days until Saturday where we'd most likely chill.

It then clicked in my mind that I had forgotten about the party I was suppose too go one with them.

Maybe it seriously was them texting me.

I groaned out loud but a smile formed in my face soon after.

Party time was always awesome.

I got to hook yo with as many bit chicks as I possibly could and I could forget about everything for a little while, but it was mainly about the nit chicks.

There is always so many of them at the parties.

From blondes with great boobs and arses, to brunettes with amazing bodies, red heads with awesome hook ups, and black heads being the prettiest if them all.

So, okay I was kind of lying then.

The. Ollie of the girls hair had nothing to do with now hot they were me and their body, although I did I fact enjoy all those characteristics.

I stopped thinking about girls for a second as I pulled into my driveway.

Everything was dead silent and that scared me more than if my parents were being loud.

I lark ex my motorbike out the front and hopped of, dumping my school bag in the ground.

I knelt down into the ground and unzipped the bag, digging through it to find my phone.

Once I felt the familiar surface I pulled it out and looked at it to check who the text was.

-okay. I'm out doing the shopping and your father is at work. You have punishment coming for you later boy! No doubt about it-

I closed my eyes and tried to focus on a hot chick to calm my nerves and flicked to my second text that was from Fox.

-party today ;) going to get it in with some hotties?-

I laughed and typed back a reply.

-Fox what's with the winky face? You never write the. I'm shaking my head right now and of course I am getting it in with some hotties, but man I'm not to sure about you-