"yeah she's got a bad reputation."

"GOD DAMN YOU BECCA KAY!"

I grinned sheepishly as I stood on the porch of my uncles home, with the door flung open, and Kolby standing behind him, "I love you."

"You know the drill Chris."Officer Alexander chuckled, before taking off the handcuffs, and handing me over to uncle chris, "Last time I'm giving you a freebee miss becca."

"See ya Alexander."I send him a smile, before walking into the house, getting ready to be read my rights.

Kolby joined me, with a small frown on his face, "Your in deep shit becca kay."

All i did was shrug. I knew they could smell the rum on my breath when I walked in, and why Officer Alexander didn't bust all of us for underage drinking was beyond me.

I wasn't drunk, but I definitely wasn't sober either. Between the shots AJ was sneaking me, and a few that I grabbed myself, I was on some type of a buzz.

"What the hell were you thinking Becca Kay Jones."Uncle chris growls, as I lean back on the couch, "I was thinking about having a good time with friends."

"But that doesn't mean you drink Becca."Kolby chimed in, and I could see that my uncle was fuming, "It's pott's farm what else do you expect!"

"I expect you not to drink and get in trouble!"He yells, throwing his hands in the air, "God damn it Becca! What is up with you?!"

"I'm a teenager!"I laughed, which infuriated my uncle even more, "You did the same shit when you were my age! Don't even try to deny it because mom told me everything!"

"That's different, and you know that."He lowers his voice, making me scoff.

"Why because it's you? Or the fact that you had everyone by you?"I push his buttons, and he meets eye level with me for the first time, "No, because I'm not going to let you make the same mistakes I did."

"Whatever."I get up, before walking towards the door.

"Where the hell do you think your going?"Kolby asks, but doesn't get an answer as I slam the door, cutting off his answer and took off.

I ran down the street, and onto the road of jefferson, heading to my best friends house.

It took a little over 20 minutes, before i reached his backyard, and slowly did the best that i could with my cast on, and when i made it up onto his balcony, the lights from his TV was on, and he was still up watching god knows what.

Knocking on the window with my good hand, Preston jumped, furrowing his eyebrows, before lifting up window, "What the hell are you doing Becca? Shouldn't you be at Chris's?"

"I need to stay tonight Pres."I looked up at him, and his brown eyes looked a little frustrated, but a little sadness too, "Please."

He nodded, before moving out the way, and put his hand out to help me, "Careful B."

After I got in, he slammed the window shut, and brought me over to his bed, with the sandlot playing on his tv.

"Get some sleep Becca."