Justin parked the car on an angle in the dry field so no one would park next to him and scratch his baby. Wren thought if anyone did that, Justin would come close to killing them. Justin was the ultimate spoiled brat; his parents couldn’t have cared less about him, so they bought him stuff as a substitute. He spent so much time at Wren’s, but Wren’s mom didn’t know what Justin was really like sometimes. She would have never let him stay otherwise. Most mornings Justin picked Wren up in his throaty car, peeling off from the curb so fast that his breath was always stolen for a second, Wade hulking in the back seat behind Justin. He never asked to sit in the front seat. He knew the pecking order, Justin, Wren, then him.

Wren slid out of the passenger seat, already looking for Olivia’s car. He saw it over in the corner. She was here. His chest tightened; his hands began to sweat a little. He couldn’t wait to find her.

Wade yelled out to a bunch of kids from their grade. ‘Let’s drink some beer and fuck some bitches!’ Everyone laughed and he even received a few high fives from the group. Everyone knew Wade was with the two most popular guys at school, who were almost joined at the hip.

Justin seemed a little pissed off all the time ever since Wren had started dating Olivia. They seemed to really have a problem with each other, even though Justin said he thought she was great. He was for sure always touching her. On more than one occasion, he’d seen him ‘accidentally’ graze her boob. He let it be; Olivia was capable of taking care of herself. She was a strong girl, able to fend off Justin.

‘Wren, go get me a beer,’ Justin said.

‘Screw you. Wade go get us some beers, buddy,’ said Wren, delegating the job. Wade walked off to find the alcohol.

‘Nice job. Taught you well.’ Justin grinned at him. ‘Olivia here yet?’ he asked.

‘Yeah, somewhere. Her car’s here, just have to find her.’

Justin, as usual, was the leader; Wade was the muscle, and Wren? Well, Wren was the brains.

‘Hey, Wren!’ He held up his hand in greeting to a group of girls who laughed when he said hi. They smiled as they walked past and Justin, being Justin, said, ‘You know I fucked Tanya?’

‘Yeah, you told me.’

Wade came back holding six warm beers, three bottles in each hand. ‘Took you long enough,’ Justin said. Wade told him to fuck off and received an angry stare in return.

‘Drink up boys, I have a feeling that tonight will be a night to remember.’ Justin smiled at both of them, winking.

Justin pounded his drink, as did Wade. Wren drank a little more sedately. ‘C’mon Wren, keep up. More beer, Wade.’