Free The Damned Summer (The Ruin Trilogy) by Scott Weaver Page B

mentality, prepping Jack to
bring this ideal home. The demon was successful.        

Chapter 8 Pond Party
     
     
    They cruised the back roads and
dirt paths, waiting for the sun to fall. Drew took it slow on the beer, and
passed on the weed, since he was behind the wheel, while the other two indulged
with abandon. This was as close as they ever got to a designated driver.
    "Such a trooper to take it slow while we
cruise," Johnny said from the back seat, pinching Drew's cheek.
    Drew pulled away from Johnny's hand. "To
some responsibility comes easily." He looked at Johnny in the rearview
mirror. "To others, not so much."
    "Yet another reason you never score
pussy," Johnny replied as he fired up the one hitter.
    Jake couldn't help but to chuckle from the
last remark.
    "Fuck both you guys," Drew replied,
lighting up a cigarette.
    "It's getting dark," Jake
commented. "Let's go out to the pond."  
    "Sounds good," Drew replied, taking
a turn towards the pond.
    The pond pretty much was just
that, a small body of water left from the excavation of a nearby overpass
that's sole purpose was to go over the interstate, keeping small town traffic
out of the way of the fast and furious vehicles of industry and leisure.
    The resulting bridge of
discrimination left a nice little valley near invisible from the interstate,
and easily accessible from the country road that didn't see much traffic on
Friday nights after eight. The closest house was an easy two miles away, and
the hill was between it and the party spot, so the travel of sound was hindered
from the get go. All this along with the small body of water made this a pretty
good place to party for a bunch of bored teenagers.
    "Shit," Drew pulled
onto the dirt road leading up to the water. "We're the first ones
here."
    "What's the prob,
chubs?" Johnny asked. "We get the best spot next to the pond,
now."
    Drew parked. "How stupid are
you? It's never good to be the first one at the party."
    "Is this the kind of stuff
you sit around and think about while you jerk off and eat cheese puffs?"
Johnny asked as he opened the door. "It don't mean shit if you're the
first person or the last person to show. What matters is what you do while
you're there, you geek." He got out, slamming the door.
    Drew looked back at Jake.
"That's three things he's said today that might actually be worth
listening to."
    "Yeah, he's on the roll of
his life," Jake replied, opening his own door. "Probably means he's
going to die tonight."
    Drew chuckled darkly. "God,
I hope so."
    Jake spit the beer out of his
mouth as he started to laugh.
    Johnny climbed onto the hood of
the huge ford, leaning against the front window. "I need a cig."
    Drew handed him one.
    "Wow, is this a late birthday
present?" Johnny asked. "You never let me bum smokes."
    "That's for the words of
wisdom that have somehow spouted out of that foul mouth of yours in the last
couple of hours," Drew said, lighting Johnny's smoke and then his own.
"Besides, that might be the last one of your pathetic life for all we
know."
    Johnny looked at his two friends
as they chuckled. "Whatever, dick-heads."
     
     
    Sarah and Jenny cruised down the
old dirt road in Jenny's old Toyota Celica.
    "Do you think they'll really
have any alcohol?" Sarah asked, in desperate need of a drink at the
thought of Jake being at the pond.
    "Drew's word is good,"
Jenny replied. "If he says they'll have booze, then it will be
there."
     
     
    They pulled onto the dirt road of
the party pond as the sun hit the half mark on the horizon.
    "That's them," Drew's
voice was a near whisper.
    "Don't jizz in your pants
quite yet, lover-boy," Johnny replied, sliding off the hood of the old
Ford like a hungry panther. "We haven't seen the goods quite yet."
    "Shit," Jenny said as
their headlights hit the other car. "Johnny's here."
    "Forget about it,"
Sarah replied. "Drew will take care of him if need be." Sarah's eyes
kept creeping towards Jake, but she forced herself to look away, hoping