Illegal My Ass

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1

Mia's POV

Okay, so we were breaking the law.

If we got caught we both knew we would be in BIG trouble, but due to the fact that half a bottle of vodka had already kicked in, I literally laughed in the face of danger. Obviously, the alcohol was slowly killing my brain cells because I could basically feel my IQ dropping as we spoke.

I was currently sitting in a bar with my best friend Lacey Richards, who was laughing her ass off because the guy sat next to us just winked at her, trying to look seductive but coming across like he had some kind of illness that caused his face to twitch uncontrollably.

See, the reason we were technically breaking the law is because we were drunk off our faces and sat in a bar when, in fact, we were only 16.

The legal age to drink here is 18, but due to the fact we have a certain charm that some people can't resist, we managed to convince some nerds at school to make us some pretty scaryly accurate fake ID's.

I mean seriously, those CSI dudes would have trouble spotting that it's a fake if it looks that good. It was Friday night and we decided we had a hard week (considering both of us spent the majority of the last 5 school days in the principal's office, a complete mix-up involving some condoms filled with paint and the cheerleading squad. Let's just say their cheer was extremely colorful by the time me and Lacey were done) and that we deserved to get ridiculously drunk, go out and have a little dance and maybe hook up with a hottie while we were at it on a no-strings attached basis.

"So what did you tell Nate?" Lacey asked, trying not to look me in the eye and not seem too obvious that she had just brought my brother into the conversation.

I smirked slightly.

The b***h wasn't fooling anyone.

"I told him I was staying at yours and we were going to look at the notebook and braid each other's hair." I informed her.

"He didn't look too convinced but didn't ask any questions."

"You are actually so lucky, I wish I had no parental figure in my house!" Lacey whined.

"I mean okay, I still get away with basically everything I do, but some of us have to work hard at doing that!"

I laughed at her.

It was true; technically, my parental guardian at home was my 18-year-old brother Nate. Not legally or anything, my dad was our legal guardian, but considering he worked out of the country and only came home when he could, I considered Nate as more of a parental figure than him.

Now don't get me wrong, this isn't a case of 'my father abandons me and I pretend to laugh it off and love it when, in fact, I want to cry in a corner. No, that wasn't the case at all. I loved my dad and I didn't feel neglected or anything, I just understood that he had to work so we could keep a roof over our heads.

My dad was an architect and his main office was in America, meaning that he pretty much lives over there all year round. He came home now and again when work was quiet, and I knew that deep down, even though he loved his job he did want to be at home with us. He didn't really have that option, however, as he was the only breadwinner of the house ever since my mum passed away when I was 3.

Dad sent us money over and sorted out the bills on the house. All we had to do was not piss on his trust and make sure we looked after each other and the house.

To be honest, yeah we did the rebellious things any teenagers do, but Nate and I managed pretty well on our own.

Nate did sometimes slip into the father role and became some overprotective parent who would glare at the boys I was with and in some cases has actually threatened to run them down with his car if they didn't keep their hands to themselves.

"Lacey, you just wish that you had lived alone in a house with my brother all year round. I can basically hear your mind forming sick, inappropriate images of the things you would do on my sofa."

I shuddered dramatically, but kept the playful smirk on my lips.

The corner of her mouth twitched. "Or just replaying what we have done on your sofa."

"That sentence alone is enough to make me puke this alcohol back up." I gagged at her while she laughed.

See Lacey and my brother were really weird. They were your typical couple that fought until you thought you would have to ring the police to split it up, then the next thing you knew they would be making out on the kitchen counter while you were trying to get to the fridge to get a coke out (yes, I am speaking from experience).

I actually think, for those two, arguing was a form of foreplay. I could see what Nate saw in Lacey. She was beautiful, with her blonde hair and heart-shaped face. Her big blue eyes make her look innocent, when in fact that girl is anything but.

They weren't actually dating, the majority of the time they couldn't stand to be in the same room as each other, but there was always something between them two.

Either I would catch them smirking at each other like they were having some kind of secret conversation, or we would all be watching Telly and Nate would

put an arm around her shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.

But they still stood by the fact it was just a hook up.

Please, if they really thought that, then Stevie Wonder has better vision than those two.

"Anyway, Nate was bouncing off the walls when I left. Apparently, a friend of his is coming back to town and he hasn't seen him for years. I wasn't really paying attention to be honest, after I made sure that this wasn't some kind of secret gay love interest for him and that's why he was so excited, I switched off." I explained to my friend, who scoffed as I mentioned the gay part.

I could basically hear her thinking 'he is anything but gay' or something disturbing along those lines.

"Is this friend hot?" I rolled my eyes, not surprised that was the first thing that came out of Lacey's mouth as I mentioned a male.

"I have no idea, Lace, I didn't even listen for a name, let alone ask for a passport photo."

"Alright, less with the sarcasm, I'm trying to be helpful. Think about it..." She began, turning slightly in her chair as she got more into whatever she was about to tell me.

I exhale and down the rest of my drink. If Lacey is about to tell me what's going through her mind, I needed more of a buzz for it.  

" Let's say this friend of Nate's is hot. It would be great because more than likely he will be hanging around your house a lot, considering you have no parental supervision, which gives you some eye candy on a daily basis, as well as a slight possibility of a hot guy riding you like a bucking bronco."

I burst out laughing at her choice of words and how delicate she was.

Such a lady.

"Just because I would have a hot guy in my house doesn't mean I have to sleep with him, Lace."

"Doesn't hurt though..." She raised her brows with a smirk, making me laugh again.

"Enough of talking about men I may or may not have s*x with, and by the way, for all you know, this guy could look like a freaking grenade." 

I drifted off my current point of getting off the subject, and yes, I did just use a Jersey Shore reference.

Do not judge me cos that show is freaking hilariously awesome.

"True. Or he could be hot but just packing a grenade. You know, a weapon that could explode in your---"

"OKAY! That's enough tequila for you sweetie..." I cut her off before she could finish that sentence, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her to her feet.

She laughed, before we both picked up our glasses and simultaneously downed the rest of our drinks.

Right, I had my best friend, we were both drunk, we had our fake ID's and I think I was a vodka shot away from losing my vision.

Time to hit the club.