The Wedding: Part II

I SAID COPS.

As I was running towards Gia's back fence all I could think was one thing: There is no way. in hell. that I can hop this fence.
Shit dude, I should have jumped hurdles in track. Slap a varsity jacket on this mother fucker, because I scaled that fence with ease. All of the party guests 5 at a time hurdled the fence in desperation to get away from the four pigs behind us yelling "DON'T RUN!" Running through the neighbor's backyards was like running through a civil war battle field. I saw the bride, face planted into a shrubbery, some dude I didn't even know trying to help her get up and keep running. I came across another fence that had been trampled into the dirt; and entire white picket fence destroyed by a stampede of underage drinkers. Take that, American Dream.

People started to disperse and I started to realize I was seriously on my own. It was clear that the pigs had called for back up, because I could see search lights of other cop cars driving up and down the streets. I was barefoot, phoneless, and still in my junior prom dress; I needed somewhere to hide.
I wedged myself between a fence and a row of bushes. I got down on the ground, pressing my chest into the dirt, hoping it would keep my heart from pounding right out of my chest. I rubbed dirt on my face to try and "camouflage." ...In retrospect, that was probably the Bacardi Razz's idea.
I watched three cop cars drive by my hiding spot. They hadn't seen me, but each car that drove by scared the hell out of me. I needed to get the fuck out of there, but my car was still at Gia's and there was no way in hell I was going to go back there and give myself up. Suddenly, a white VW Beetle drove up to my hiding spot and parked. The window rolled down and I heard a familiar voice yell
"WHITNEY, I SEE YOU, GET IN THE FREAKING CAR YOU IDIOT."
Kelly. Davis.

If there was one person in this world who didn't like me, it'd be Kelly Davis. I mean... she has every reason not to like me. A summer beforehand I had been hooking up with this dude who was her boyfriend... If it means anything,I didn't know that they were dating at the time, but also... when I found out, I still didn't give a shit. When homegirl said that she was going to key my car because of it, I found a copy of her eating a sandwich, made 400 copies of it, and threw it all over the front lawn of my high school. You don't fuck with Whitney St. Paul.

I froze. Is this a joke? Am I dreaming? Is Kelly Davis really offering me a ride out of this mess I've gotten myself into? Before I could think of anything else, Kelly screamed "MOVE IT, HOOKER, IT'S NOW OR NEVER."
Kelly Davis, you are my savior.

I hopped into her front seat and she sighed, seeing that I was covered in dirt.
"First of all, I'd like to say that you are a freaking hot mess. Second of all, I would like to mention that you've clearly gotten fatter since you wore that dress to prom, cuz it looked better then. Lastly I'd like to say that I knew this party was gonna get busted, but when I saw you running around like Rambo in my backyard, I figured I'd help. Think of it as charity."
"Thank you, Kelly. You seriously saved me."
"Well whatever, I was on my way to 7-11 anyway. I'll drop you off there."
"Can I at least get a ride to my house?"
"Ew, like I said, CHARITY. Take what you can get. I'll buy you a slurpee. Or maybe some baby wipes. You look like a train wreck."

We rolled up to 7-11 where we ran into some kids on the football team that I knew. What the hell is it with football kids hanging out in 7-11 parking lots? I never understood it. Dudes will literally chill there from 11pm to 5am. Just hanging. Either way, with little convincing, I managed to get one of them to drop me off in front of my house. My face hit the pillow at 4am.

I rolled over and stared at the clock. 1:06pm. Without really thinking, I got into the shower and stood under the hot water, letting the steam gather around my ears, helping me remember the events that took place the night before. "I wonder what happened with Gia... I don't think she wound up running...," I thought to myself as I ran down the stairs for lunch/breakfast.
When I turned the corner into my kitchen, I froze. My dad was sitting at the table reading the newspaper, and the front page was facing me, with a huge picture of Gia's house in the dead center. The headline read "TEEN KEGGER BUSTED, FAMILY ARRESTED."
"Oh my god..." I muttered aloud.
My dad put the news paper down on the table.
"Fun night, Whit?"

Audaces fortuna iuvat,
-Whit