Bad Ideas

Another night of sneaking out. Well, it's not really sneaking out when you walk right out the front door in front of your mom. Or is it? I guess it could be, yeah, if you consider the fact that she's drunk, about to pass out, and don't care what you do at this point in time. So, I wouldn't consider it sneaking out exactly. More of leaving without asking.
So, here I am, about to go to my first club of the night. Yeah, the kind with alcohol. And yeah, that might sound weird if I mention the fact that I'm only sixteen. But if you want to get technical, I would say I'm mentally an adult. Seeing as I've spent the last three years taking care of me and my brother, Avan, who is one year older than me. We spend most of our time doing what we want, but we also look out for each other. What else are you suppose to do when your mom's gone during the day and drunk at night?
It probably wouldn't be as bad if my dad hadn't died three years ago. He was in a car crash and died that night. After that my mom became depressed, and me and my brothers been on our own ever since. But the most important rule you learn when your on your own is that you can't trust anyone. At all. They will end up just getting in the way.
By the way, my name is Alex Knight. I know what your thinking, and yes, my name is Alex. Well, actually it's Alexas. At least Alex is better than Alexas. I have long hair with a blood red color at the top that slowly fades to black as you go down my hair. My thing is danger, and things relating to that sort. Also, I will-no matter how cruel-tell you what I think about you. Honestly. And if you annoy me, I have no problem punching you in the face.
Anyway, this night club I'm at is completely plain. Seriously, the best name they could come up with is "The Night Club." Wow! Took a long time to think of that. Of course, it had to be plain. Mainly because it's a teen club. For teenagers. Who sneak out. To drink, dance, and hang out. If the cops found out they served alcohol here, boy, would One-eye Joe be in some trouble.
One-eye Joe is the owner of this place. Yes, he seriously only has one eye and a cool eye patch to cover up the hole in his head. Which he has let me see, and it is so gross and so cool at the same time. I was the only one allowed to see it and there's a reason behind that:
But me and hims cool now? I'm the reason he has only one eye. No joke. One time, he said girls were useless and couldn't win in a fight against a guy. He said girls we're only good for using as "trophies". So, naturally, I stabbed him in the eye with one of my earrings, and beat the heck out of him. But we're cool now. He learned his lesson.
" 'Sup, Joe?" I said, sitting next to him at the bar.
"Alex," he said giving me a nod, "First stop?" he asked after a few seconds. Our conversations are usually one or two word sentences. But believe it or not, we can get into some pretty deep conversations.
"Yep," I told him, then told the waiter, "my usual."
He walked away and returned with a juice box. Yes, a juice box. I'm not an idiot. I know this is a night club. It may look like a juice box, but that doesn't mean there's juice inside. Duh! How else did you figure they hid all this stuff. 'Let's just show it off to the cops, right?' Wrong!
I glanced over at One-eye Joe. He's been silent the whole time I was drinking my "juice". Curiously, I said, "Poisoned?" holding it up.
"Oh, yeah." he replied.
I shrugged, pretending I didn't catch his sarcastic tone, "sucks for me.'
His response was a smile. Nothing else, just a smile. Guys are such idiots, even my guy-friends. They are all idiots. Of course, most girls are idiots too. Me? I'm not an idiot-just insane. Ha. I'm such a friendly person, right? You better say yes. Besides, I'm talking to One-eye Joe aren't I? We're still friends, even if I did stab his eye out.
"You paying?" I asked him.
He gave a-what do you call it-a guy grunt (pretending to be manly), "No."
"Ugh!" I said, slapping down a five dollar bill on the bar and walked away.
I waded my way through the crowd until I was caught by this guy. I think his name is Tom or something like that.
"Hey Alex, wanna dance?" he asked. I could tell he was drunk.
"Go away," I said and started walking again.
He grabbed my arm and turned me around to face him,,"Your not going anywhere" he told me...