"It's 10:30 PM and you're listening to Smooth Ja-" Hailey turned off the radio. Courtney must have borrowed her car again.Courtney was Hailey's best friend. They were completely two different personalities, neither knew why they even started to talk. Courtney was a red-head with brown eyes and a flirtatious smile. She always got guys. It was like another day, another man in the sack. Hailey could compare Courtney's relationships to those underwear that have the days of the week on them.
Hailey wasn't complaining. She had a boyfriend named Dick, who, just like Bently, lived to his name also.
But Dick was cool. He had his own band. He was beautiful. He had spiked black hair, green eyes and a nice body. You'd half-expect him to be on a runway or a fashion magazine. Instead, he raged on-stage with his band, Savage Living. Drugs were his best friend, and he took anything illegal. He was a true rocker.
Tonight, Hailey came home to a driveway full of cars. A speciality of Dick's was always the party scene.
So, instead of parking in her driveway, Hailey parked four houses away. She reached her front door, opened it and wasn't surprised. It was the three b's: boobs, boys and booze.
Hailey looked around calmly. Tal, the bass player was flirting with the ladies, being the suave gentleman he was. Truth was: he was gay and flirting with girls was his only protection from Dick. Dick would have blown up if he'd found out that Tal was what he was. Freddie, acoustics, was as drunk as an Irish on Saint Patrick's Day. He lay out in the corner of the room.
The drummer of the group, Tom was nowhere to be seen. Being one of his friends, she knew he was causing chaos somewhere.
"What's your favorite scary movie, Hailey?" a voice whispered. Tom.
"Spice World, now stop stalking me, Tom!" she demanded playfully. "Where's Dick?"
"Hi to you too and probably upstairs."
"All right, thanks," she said, heading for the stairs.
If Hailey wasn't so tired, she would've hung around Tom. He was a bundle of energy. But alternately, she was walking to her room.
Inside was Dick and some chick.
"Caught with your hand in the nookie, I mean, cookie jar again, Dickie?" Hailey asked casually, leaning against the door frame.
Dick looked up and saw Hailey. He represented a deer in headlights, expecting the worst from her. But as soon as he saw her face, he continued what he was doing before.
"Oh, hello, Hailey," he greeted, "wish you were here, eh?"
"I rather not spoil her fun by telling her that you'll never remember her as soon as she walks out the door."
The naked blonde looked at Dick, bewildered. "I thought you said we'd be together forever!"
"To a certain degree, maybe," Hailey stated. "Leave."
Dick looked at the frightened blonde. "You heard her, get out."
"I meant both of you." Hailey slinked down the steps and searched for Tom. He was talking to a friend near the door. Perfect.
She walked up to him and whispered, "When Dick and Blondie come, I want you to follow my lead, okay?"
Tom grinned. She was going to do something devious, and they both knew it.
"Ready?" she whispered, putting her hands around his neck. "Exaggerate everything."
She kissed him just as Dick came to the door with Blondie. Dick watched hysterically as Tom's hand slowly crept to the trim of her short shirt. She sucked on Tom's lip, let and let out a flirtatious purr. Tom returned it with a throaty growl.
Dick opened the door, rolled his eyes and muttered, "Slut."
As soon as he and the blonde were out of sight, Tom and Hailey busted out laughing. She thanked him and then went off to party.