Shattered

I checked my phone. It read 4:50. I was going to be late to work. It usually took me about twentie minutes to get there, but that was if there was barely any traffic.

I rushed down the hall.

" Hey Syd?" I heard my named. I huffed before backing up and walking into Marilyn's room.

" What?"

She picked at the fuzz on her jeans.

" Since you're out of highschool now... I was wondering if you'd like to attend a party with me tonight?" She smiled. She knew her kind of parties were never my scene.

" Oh Mari... I don't know... I have work an-"

" No don't worry about work. I told Harry that you were coming so he's going to shut the bar down like thirty minutes early and you can follow him to the party." She smiled. Ugh. So she already told him I was going. I sighed.

" Alright. I got to go now. By Maril," I stepped out of her room.

" See you tonight!" I could hear the smile in her voice as she yelled to me.

I rushed into my car. I had five minutes to make it on time. Maybe I shouldn't stress so much... But now that I have to go to some crazy party tonight, I should be able to stress. Right? I don't know.

•••••

"Harry I'm so sorry I'm late I didn't m-"

He threw his hands in the air.

" Chill. You're only seven minutes late. All your rambling is giving me a fucking headache." He mumbled rubbing his temples.

wow. That was a way better reaction than I expected.

I didn't respond. I just walked around the counter and began making drinks.

•••••

Harry and I closed Chumps about forty minutes early, rushing to all the tables, cleaning them and putting the chairs up.

" So where is this party tonight?" I asked, putting my rag I was using to clean, away. I prepared to leave.

Harry shrugged.

" Just follow me and we should be good."

well thanks for the help. I thought sarcastically.

" Okay, well, are you ready?" I asked waiting by the door. He shook his head and I sighed. " I'm going to be in my car waiting. "

I pushed the door open and walked across the parking lot to my shiney silver car. As I sat inside the warm vehicle, I fumbled with my keys before I put them into the ignition.

Nothing happened.

I pulled the keys out, shoving them back in, and this time holding them turned for a while. Still nothing.

I groaned hitting my steering wheel and slamming my door open.

The same time I got out of my car, Harry was walking out of chumps.

" What's up with you?" He asked.

" My car won't start!" I threw my hands in the air. I watched Harry walk to his car and chuckle.

" That sucks Syd."

" How am I supposed to get there?" I yelled. He rolled his eyes before looking at me.

" Fine, get in." He said after a while of silence. My eyes widened and I nervously walked towards Harry's car, getting into the passenger's side.

"Could you be any slower?" He snapped I rolled my eyes and buckled the seat belt in.

His car held a faint smell of cigeratte smoke, but barely noticeable. It also smelled like man.

It was extremly neat and organized, which was unexpected.

We drove in silnce the whole way there.
•••••
I could tell we were at the right house because I could hear the music from four blocks away and smell the stinch of alcohol as soon as we pulled up. I cringed at the sight. The house was large, booming with music as people were in the front yard holding red cups and cars were lined down the street, as if it was the party of their lives.

" Are you going to get out or what?" Harry broke me from my trance. I flinched.

" Oh... Yeah. Sorry." I reached for the door handle an got out the same time Harry did.

We walked up to the door, letting ourselfs in.

The first thing I saw was Marilyn laying across a table, having guys lick body shots off her.

I sighed and mentally face palmed myself at how big of a whore she could be. Harry tensed once he saw it, but it didn't seem to phase him, As if he was used to it.

" Are you and Marilyn fighting right now?" I asked him before I could stop myself.

I prepared myself for curse words and a mean comeback, but all he mumbled was " You could say that." Before walking away with his hands shoved in his pockets.

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