A while later, Audrey’s mom and brother got home from Simon’s lacrosse tournament. Tube8 “Hey buddy we were having a conversation here,” the drunk guy snapped. Audrey gave me directions from her phone and thirty five minutes later we were pulling down a long winding driveway. “Why don’t you just move along now.”
“Come on, Audrey,” I said, ignoring the belligerent jerk. “You want to come in? In every downstairs room, there was a crowd of people occupying the space. Eventually our mouths got tired and we had to give it a rest. “Besides, I have plenty of my own friends who could put a beating on any one of those preppy fags.”
Audrey’s expression softened and she put her hand on my arm.
