The Worst Way to Begin Chapter 1/?
A/N: This talks about weed use and sex. Please don't read if it's not your cup of tea. Written by placenta lions and http://guttertalking.livejournal.com
The final bell rang, signaling the end of 6th period. Kids of all shapes and sizes littered the halls, eager to get home and sleep, party, go on Tumblr, or whatever they did on Friday nights. Everyone was excited, everyone except Anthony Padilla who had just gotten a text from his mother saying that they were going to have a long talk when he got home and that he was in trouble.
He groaned at the thought. He didn't know what she would yell at him for this time. He got to his locker, turned around the combination to the lock, opened the metal door and threw his books in. He slammed it shut, put the lock back on, and turned around to see none other than his best friend, Ian, standing there.
"Hey, Ant!" Ian greeted cheerfully.
"Hey Ian... Listen, I'm gonna have to cancel on you tonight. My mom is mad at me for something. Not unusual." Ian seemed upset by this because his smile faded a bit but he just nodded.
"I understand. What did you do this time, Man?" Anthony just shook his head and let out a heavy sigh.
"I'm not sure. Probably left the fucking bathroom light on again." It sounded silly, but it was true. His mother was always yelling him about one thing or another. Threatening to kick him out for the stupidest things. Last time, she had almost gone through with kicking him out because she walked in on him having sex with his ex girlfriend. Amy, the girlfriend, had dumped him immediately after he told her he wasn't comfortable having sex for a while, after his mom walked in like that.
"Alright, dude" Ian said. He reached up and punched Anthony lightly in the shoulder, grinning at him through his mop of light brown hair.
They went to the parking lot, found Anthony's car and got in. Anthony started the engine and drove off to Ian's house, blasting the radio to heavy metal. They sang along to every song they knew and had a great ride together. Anthony loved this, spending time with Ian, hanging out was his best friend, though, sometimes it seemed more than friendship.
Quickly he shook his head, ridding himself of those thoughts. They had been showing up a lot more lately. He focused back on the road and listened to Ian's singing. It was terrible and off key but he loved it none the less. The way Ian was so care free, so uncaring about what people said to him or behind his back made Anthony jealous. Ian was having a great time and Anthony was shitting himself over what his mom was going to yell at him for? Nice. He drove slowly, in no hurry to return to his house that did not feel like home.
Eventually, Anthony pulled up to Ian's house, putting the car in park, and sitting back.
"Thanks for the ride, Ant." Ian said as he took off his seat belt
"No problem, see ya later" Anthony said. He watched Ian get out of his car and walk up to his house. Anthony shifted into drive and pulled away, driving down the road.
Once he pulled into his driveway and shifted into park, he turned off the car and sat. he didn't want to go in there, he knew he was going to get reamed for whatever he was being accused.
Then the door opened and his mother was standing in the opening, her arms crossed and her foot tapping against the linoleum floor. He hung his head for a second before finally undoing his seat belt and getting out. As he stepped on the pavement of the drive way, he saw his brother flee the room with a huge smirk. He groaned in fear. Whatever he had done must have been bad if his mom wouldn't let him be around to see Anthony be screeched at.
His mother stepped back inside with a look of disgust on her face as he reached the entrance of the household. Anthony sighed, giving his mother an expression of apatheticism.
"Ok, what did I do?" Anthony asked. His mother averted her eyes from his and let out her breath.
"Do you know what I found in your room?" she asked in a snippy tone. Anthony thought she found his condom stash, which to him wasn't a big deal and he'd get punished for it by being grounded and cleaning the house. That he could live with but she seemed way to pissed to be mad over condoms.
"No." he answered. She shook her head and laughed a bit before looking him in the eyes with all seriousness.
"I found this" she said before holding out a bag of weed in front of him. His face went to complete shock.
"Oh...fuck..." he muttered.
"Yeah, Fuck. I'm tired of your shit Anthony!" He cringed away from her shouting and looked at her.
"I-I'm sorry Mom. It won't happen again." She shook her head, the glare still plastered on her face.
"I will NOT tolerate this in my household!" Anthony just nodded
"I'm really sorry. Just let me get rid of it. I promise it won't ever be here again!" He pleaded, trying his best to persuade her to not punish him to severely. In fact, he was actually kind of afraid of her reaction.
"You're damn right it won't be here again. You're leaving this house."
"what?" He croaked out, looking horrified.
"Get out, Anthony. Get your stuff and leave."
"But...Mom..." Anthony did this whimper and look of a sad, lost puppy.
"I said get out!" she demanded. Anthony looked to the floor, he could only nod in response. He dragged his feet across the ground and to his, or was, his room. He packed some clothing in a suitcase, a bunch of shirts, underwear, including some socks, and pants. Anthony then zipped up the duffel bag, walked down the hallway, dragging the suitcase behind and giving his mother one last look and said
"I'll come by and get the rest of my stuff later..." He threw his suitcase into the backseat of his car, got in, turned it on and left.
After a good 3 hours of driving, Anthony rolled down his window to get some fresh air. As he drove through the empty street, he felt a wave of tears wash over him but he swallowed it down. This was the first time he had actually been kicked out and it sucked. He would go to Ian's but it was late by then and he would hate to wake Mrs. Hecox.
He sighed and reached over to grab the granola bar he had bought for dinner with the last of his money he had after filling his gas tank. He studied it for a few moments before setting it down again. He didn't know how long he was going to have to go without food, so he would save that for later.
He drove to an empty parking lot and turned off the car once again. He rubbed his face and eyes. Anthony climbed into the backseat, tossing the suitcase to the floor and lied down. He pulled out a blanket he took from his room and huddled up inside it, trying to hide from the harsh cold seeping into his bones. Then the tears hit him, it wasn't gross sobbing, it was silent tears and quiet sniffles as he fell asleep. The last thing that was on his mind before his body relaxed was Ian. The picture of him that Anthony had as his wallpaper on his phone was stuck in his mind. He smiled softly with some of the tears of loneliness washing away, easily falling asleep when it felt like Ian was comforting him.