"i'm hell on wheels."

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"isn't there a party at potts farm tonight?"

i turned around to look at barrett and preston, how furrowed they're eyebrows.

"how the hell did you know about that and i didn't?"barrett asked, and i shrug with a smirk, "i have my ways."

"what time?"preston questioned, making my smirk grow wider, "7:30."

anytime i was down in jefferson, preston, barrett, and our best friend aj would always go to a party at potts farm, ever since i was thirteen, and the boys were fifteen,

somehow, at the time i passed as a fifteen year old, but now, i look thirteen, go figure.

we never really drank anything, and if we did it was a shot or two but that was it. other than that, we just raised hell.

"so are we going?"i asked, raising an eyebrow and barrett sighed, "i'll text aj."

"i'll be downstairs in a few."i nodded for the boys to leave my room so i could change, and they did, before i changed into a boston bruins t-shirt, daisy dukes, and a pair of sneakers.

"i'm out!"i yelled running down the stairs, meeting the boys at the door and my uncle chris and kolby came out.

"you aren't going out like that."kolby stopped me, and i groaned, "c'mon guys!"

"nope."uncle chris shook his head, "wear a sweatshirt with it."

"fine."i groaned, slipping on a redsox sweatshirt i had down here, and uncle chris nodded, "keep it on all night and have fun."

i nodded, before leaving the house, and hopping in the back of preston's truck, and he took off.

"your not keeping that on all night are you?"barrett chuckled, and i shook my head.

"too damn hot for that."i ripped off the sweatshirt, and put it next to me before we arrived.

preston backed his truck up by the big bonfire already going, before we all got out, and preston dropped his tailgate.

brantley gilbert's kick it in the sticks was blasting from someone's truck speakers, with the base shaking the truck a little bit.

"damn."i smirked, looking around i found aj williams talking with a few people from the high school and i walked over to her.

"well i'll be damned! didn't think you'd show up tonight."aj gave me a hug, in which i returned.

"who do you think suggested we come out tonight?"we looked over at the boys who ended up talking to some of the guys from jefferson high.

"hey it's becca's song!"someone yelled, as hell on wheels came on making me laugh.

"oh shut up frankie!"i yelled at an old friend of mine from awhile back.

i may not have lived in this town when i first went to pott's but everyone knew my name from my uncle or my hell raising, and i knew everyone's.

"so how you been?"aj asked, and i sighed, "just peachy."

"forget about it then."she handed me a shot which a i gladly took, throwing it back.

coughing a bit after taking it, i turned towards aj, raising an eyebrow, "the fuck was that?!"

"vodka."she shrugged, taking a sip of beer that she had in her hand.

"you looked like you needed it."

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as night grew darker, the more hell was raised, and people started hooking up.

including the whores of the town.

sitting on preston's tailgate with him, we watched barrett and aj flirt with eachother.

"when will they realize that they would be a good couple?"i mumbled, as preston laughed, "never is my guess."

"figures."i mutter, as preston hops off the tailgate turning towards me.

"want anything to drink?"he questions and i nod, "coke please."

"gotcha sunshine."he winks taking my cup, before heading off to whoever had the stash of coke a cola.

i check my phone for the first time tonight, looking at the boston redsox score finding them winning against the yankees.

"bec."i look up finding aj in front of me, and her eyes wide, "go save preston from that whore please."

i look over to where preston is, finding marie turner pressed up against preston, with her lips on his ear.

i hop down, walking over to preston and marie, and preston looks towards my way with relief.

"why don't we go back to my place? i'm alone tonight."she smiles, and i roll my eyes.

"sorry but he doesn't want whatever the hell you have."i hiss, as she turns around, with a scowl on her face, "who the hell do you think you are?"

"his best friend."i stand my ground, but to be honest, tensions were rising and i know everyone could tell.

"since he's single, there isn't any harm in flirting."she bats her eyebrows, and i laugh.

"unless he doesn't want to flirt with some whore like you."i fire, and everyone either laughs or exclaims something, as a smirk plays on her lips.

"takes one to know one sweetheart."she finished, making me growl.

and i saw red.

finally having a use for the right hook uncle chris taught me, i used it on her, making her fall to the ground gasping.

"becca kay jones-gilbert!"preston yells, before pulling me off of her.

"she deserved it!"i argued back, as red and blue lights game into view.

with handcuffs quickly around my wrists, officer william casher brought me over to his car shaking his head with a laugh.

"what is your uncle going to do with you?"he shook his head once more as i shrugged.

"no clue because i'm hell on wheels."

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ohmygosh
this was a long chapter

i hope you enjoyed this chapter !

becca is in deep shit,,

did anyone else notice that for the second time the second chapter is at potts farm? and basically the same thing happening but better written?

lmao bye