Thanks To You

I grunted, continuing my was up the entrance way of Dulaney High. I sighed, adjusting the black ray-bans so my eyes were mostly blocked from the bright sun. The pounding in my head increased as I reached the large row of doors and I honestly felt like puking, but I did enough of that this morning. Pulling the nearest door open, I walked into the crowded school and frowned. I ran my fingers through my messy blue fringe and nudged the nose ring through my right nostril as I made my way to my locker, ignoring everyone I passed by.

"Hungover much?"

I rolled my eyes behind the sunglasses as I pulled my locker open.

"Just tired." I mumbled in annoyance, keeping my gaze away from the redhead standing beside me. "What do you want?"

I pulled my empty, black backpack off of one of the three hooks and busied myself with shoving my pysch, math, and english book inside.

"Can't I just ask you how you're feeling?" She defended.

I sighed, zipping my bag up and slinging it over my shoulder before slamming my locker shut and turning to look down at the familiar pale face of my most re-occuring fuck buddy.

"No, Casey." I replied bluntly. "You don't need to ask me how I'm feeling. We're not friends and you're not my girlfriend. You're simply someone I like to fuck sometimes."

Her jaw dropped, along with the hand twirling her long red hair. She huffed, holding her hands tightly to the books over her big chest. She looked good today with her small amount of makeup and the flowery dress ending just above her thighs, but I just wasn't in the mood.

"Sometimes?" She scoffed.

I rolled my eyes, really not wanting to deal with her dramatic and bitchy bullshit with my head pounding and stomach churning.

"When I'm drunk?" I offered, shrugging.

"I guess that means almost everyday then, you fucking drunk." She spat angrily. "You're not fooling anyone, asshole. Sunglasses are a dead give away to your hungover ass."

I bit my lip, gentley knawing at the silver hoop shoved through the left side and I frowned.

"I'm not-" I tried.

"Don't even fucking deny it." She hissed, turning away from me.

"Case-" I started, only for her to glare at me from over her shoulder.

"You're just like your fucking father." She called harshly before storming off.

I grimaced, looking around to find the hall mostly empty. The words just thrown at me repeated in my head and I bowed my head in dissapointment. I slowly turned the combination for my locker again, listening for the click before I pulled it back open. I pulled the sunglasses from my face and set them on the shelf angrily before slamming it closed again.

"Get to class, Gaskarth."

I jumped at the sound of Mr. Brookes behind me, turning to nod at him before strolling down the hall and into the english room at the corner.
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Picking at the cold frys on my lunch tray, I tried to ignore everyone at our usual table like I have been for the past few months. It's kind of hard when you're sitting near a lot of your friends, but whatever. I just have to keep myself from staring at my best friend because he apparently isn't just my best friend anymore in my mind.

"Alex, you okay dude?"

Speak of the fucking devil.

"Fine, Jack." I nodded, ignoring the churning still happening in my stomach as I ate one of the frys.

"You don't look so good, Al." Rian commented.

I sighed, looking between the two once I glanced up. Jack's gaze caught me first and it literally felt like he took my breath away. His dark brown eyes were so big and happy and his dark brown hair was straightened and teased a bit like usual. Not to mention he's wearing my purple hoodie and it looks way better on him-

"Earth to Alex."

I shook out of my thoughts, knawing at my lip again while I focused on Rian's girlfriend Cassadee's hand waving in front of my face.

"Yeah?" I asked, shrugging. "Sorry, just tired. I'm fine."

My stomach flipped violently when I made eye contact with Jack again and I found myself standing from my stool.

"I uh..need some uh...air. Yeah." I informed, ignoring everyone's confused looks and rushing away from the table.

I walked out into the hall and into the bathrrom next to the cafeteria just as the familiar tingling set in my jaw. I pushed into a stall and dropped to my knees just in time to let everything come back up. After a minute of dry-heaving, I calmed down enough to wipe my mouth and flush the toilet. I sighed, taking deep breaths in to keep myself calm.

"Fuck, why am I feeling this way?" I whispered to myself.

If anyone found out-if Jack found out how much I've grown to like him, hell. They'd all be disgusted with me, I can see it now. I shouldn't want to hold my best friend in my arms when I go to sleep and never fucking let go and I sure as hell shouldn't be dreaming about fucking him.

My frown deepened when a mix of want and guilt filled me. I don't know what's happening to me. Last year I was fine with fucking around with Casey and other girls. I used to hang out with the guys and chill. I used to laugh with Jack and talk about tits and everything because we kept no secrets. Well, we didn't until now because I'll keep my feelings a secret until the day I fucking die. There is no way I'll be able to handle life without him by my side and I know I'll lose him and probably the others if I let it slip that I could probably marry him.

I stood up, angrilly punching the wall of the stall a few times before I walked out and over to the sink. I washed my hands and rinsed my mouth before leaving the dirty bathroom and storming down to the band room. Once I reached the open door, I stepped inside and immediately got greeted my the band teacher, Mr. Suggs.

"Hey Alex, what are you doing here? I don't see you until sixth period." He smiled, adjusting the bow tie around his neck.

"Principle wants to see Casey." I muttered, searching the room until I found her sitting on a desk next to some other girls.

She stared at me for a few seconds before her glare turned into a more soft look.

"Casey, you're needed in the office." Mr. Suggs called across the room.

A bunch of catcalls and oh filled the room, but she rolled her big green eyes as she slipped off of the desk. She collected her books and shoved them into her pink bag before putting it over her shoulder. I took another deep breath, staring down at my dark grey and black sweats clinging to my legs while biting my lip again.

"Are you here to lead me there?"

I nodded, meeting her eyes before motioning for her to walk ahead of me.

"See you on Monday!" Mr. Suggs cheered as we left the room.

"Bye!" Casey called back before stopping next to a practice room about three doors down from the band room. "What's wrong?"

I bit my lip, trying my best to ignore all of the feelings swarming inside of me while I stepped forward. I cleared my throat and let my fingers graze down her curved sides.

"I lied earlier." I mumbled, leaning down to press my forehead against her's.

"Let me guess, you're horny?" She assumed, moving her small hands up my chest.

I cleared my dry throat again, shrugging once more before leaning down to press our lips together in a slow peck.

"Lead the way." She whispered, shoving me into the small room and closing the door quietly.

Once the little lock turned, her arms were wrapped around my neck as she jumped up to wrap her legs around my waist. I grunted, moving my hands to the back of her thighs to catch her. I slid my hands up a little further, moaning when my fingers reached her bare ass.

"You slut." I breathed out, moving back and plopping down on the thick stool in front of the piano.

"You love it." She responded, kissing at my neck.

I leaned back, hitting a shit ton of keys and successfully scaring the shit out of us. I hissed as Casey's teeth clamped down just below my right ear.

"Fuck." I whispered, feeling my dick harden from the roughness.

"Move up a bit." She panted, leaning over me.

I scooted up, hearing the little cover shut over the keys before I was shoved back into it.

"Damn, Case." I muttered, gripping the hem of her dress.

"No, no time." She whined, slapping my hands away and sliding from my lap.

I grunted, watching her dig through her bag before she was tearing a condom open with her mouth. I nodded, forcing my sweats and blue briefs down my thighs.

"Fuck me." I groaned, taking notcie of the precum leaking along the hem of my white t-shirt.

"I am." She whispered seductivley, grabbing hold of my cock and sliding the condom on.

I bit my lip to hold in anticipation, helping her climb over my lap. I hummed, bringing my hand down to guide me until I was suddenly sucked into the warm wet tightness.

"Shit." She moaned quietly, barely waiting a second before she was bouncing up and down.

I gripped her hips, letting my head roll back as I stiffled the loud groans trying to leave my throat. I closed my eyes, biting my lip harder as Jack's face clouded my mind.

"Oh shit." I gasped, feeling her clench around me.

"Uh huh." She whimpered, slowling down.

I helped her raise her hips up and down, sensing her tiredness and barely registering the bell ringing. I grunted, picking her up and slamming her int the wall.

"Oh, oh shit Alex! Yes! Fuck yes!" She cried out.

I panted heavily, continuing to pound into her hard and fast. I could feel the heat pooling in my stomach faster than usual since all I could think about was Jack in her position. Him crying out from under me, him gripping my hair, himdragging his nails down my back, him clenching around me, him-

"Alex!"

I choked out a moan, pressing my forehead to Casey's as I heard Jack's voice calling my name in my head.

"I'm coming." I warned, feeling my body start to shake.

"Me too-" She gasped, biting my shoulder as she screamed.

I moaned, biting my lips to keep Jack's name from slipping passed my lips as I spilled into the condom. Right after I finished, I pulled out and lowered her back to the ground. I pulled the condom off and carelessy tossed it in the trashcan before moving to pull my pants back up.

"You got your fucking lady juice all over me." I noted, glancing at Casey fixing her lipstick before motioning to my pants.

"Sorry bout it." She shrugged, popping her lips.

"Alex?! Where are you?"

I furrowed my eyebrows, moving my focus from the wet spots scattered across the hem and crotch of my sweats and to the door where I could literally hear Jack yelling my name. Just not in the way I imagined.

"Shit." I muttered, hurriedly unlocking the door and stepping out.

I closed the door behind me, immediately catching Jack's attention from where he was walking down the end of the hall. His shoulders slumped and he threw his arms up.

"Jesus! I've been looking everywhere for you!" He exclaimed in relief, walking closer to me. "Where were you?"

"Why were you looking for me?" I asked curiously.

"I was worried about you." He informed. "You were acting really fucking weird at lunch. Actually you've been acting weird a lot and well, I don't like it so I figured I would find you and force you to talk."

I frowned, nudging my nose ring again as I tried to find the right words to say. Just looking at him had my heart speeding up and hearing him say he was worried and truely cared about my feelings made me feel warm inside. I rubbed my lips to get rid of any access spit from Casey when I felt a weird sticky substance. I pulled my hand back as confusion crossed my face, staring down at bright pink smeared over my hand.

"Shit, uh-" I started, only to get interrupted by the door behind me opening again.

"I really need to get Jeffree Star's liquid lips because that shit won't come off and get everywhere." Casey giggled, moving to stand in front of me with a wipe. "Here and sorry about you're shoulder, that'll probably stain."

I watched in shock as she continued to wipe my face with the wet cloth before glancing at the damp, pink stain over where she bit me. I looked down at her before looking back at Jack to see realization wash over his face.

"Yeah, thanks." I mumbled, pushing her away gently as I made my way over to where Jack was standing. "Look, Jack-"

"I spent the last twenty minutes of lunch looking for your ass and now I'm late to class because you left to fuck some whore?" He spat, crossing his arms over his chest. "Are you fucking kidding me? You were just horny."

"No, I mean...no-" I rushed out, stumbling over my words. "I didn't think you'd come looking for me and I was just roaming around and I just...needed a distraction-"

"That's bullshit, Alex." He hissed out, pinching the bridge of his nose. "A distraction from what? You know, nevermind. I don't care. Thanks for wasting my time."

"What the fuck are you so pissed about?" I snapped, all of the anger at myself for feeling this way resurfacing. "Are you fucking jealous or something?"

"Me?" He scoffed. "Why would I be jealous of you?"

I frowned, the sick feeling returning to the pit of my stomach as my heart sunk.

"Alex-" He began, stopping when I held my hand up.

"It's whatever, Jack. Sorry for wasting your time." I mumbled, avoiding his gaze. "Later."

I cleared my throat and turned around, jumping when I saw Casey still standing there. I groaned, rubbing my hands over my face as I pushed passed her and walked down the hall to one of the many exit doors.

"Alex!" Jack called.

"Alex, don't!" Casey shouted, sounding right behind me.

I ignored them, pushing open one of the double doors and walking out into the fresh air. I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before making my way down to the parking lot. I dug around the deep back pocket of my pants, thankful to find my keys still there but frowning when my phone wasn't. I shruged it off and continued down to where I parked my shitty white Poniac Grand Am. I need to get the fuck out of here right now.

I jammed the key into the lock and turned it before pulling my door open and hopping in. I pulled the door closed roughly and shoved the key into the ignition. Once I started it up, I buckled my seatbelt and backed out of my space. I glanced through the rearview mirror, just barely catching Casey jogging over and raising her hands. I rolled my eyes and stopped, rolling my window down just as she got to my window.

"Here." She sighed, breathing heavily as she dropped my phone into my lap. "Please don't do something stupid. Just talk to me."

"I don't want to fucking talk to you, Casey." I spat, unable to control myself. "I like to fuck you okay? Now back the fuck up."

I cleared my throat, swallowing the guilt and looking away from her watering eyes as she slowly stepped back. Once she was far enough away, I hit the gas and sped out of the parking lot without a glance back.

"Why am I such a fucking asshole?" I yelled to myself, slamming my hands down on the wheel.

I blasted the radio, trying to drown the thoughts swirling around my head. I can't fucking take this shit anymore, I think I'm really going insane. I just have this urge that won't go away. The urge to tell Jack about how I've been feeling, but I haven't even hung out with him alone since I started feeling this way and things are clearly becoming a little awkward between us because we've been distanced a bit. I just don't understand why I have this strong pull towards him after knowing him for so many years. I guess I should have known something was different when Cass joked about us dating a while back and I just smiled and told her I could see it.

That's not fucking normal, why did I say that? That's when I started thinking about everything and fuck, I fucked everything up just by myself. I'm definitely not talking to him about it. He obviously doesn't think I'm attractive or anything. Why else would he sound so disgusted when he asked me why he'd be jealous of me? I'm not cute and probably not buff enough and I'm cleary an asshole and-well, I'm another fucking dude.

I broke out of my thoughts at the sound of knocking on my window. I furrowed my eyebrows and frowned when I realized the car not moving. I looked around, finding myself parked in front of my friend Mike's house. It's kind of scary what you can do when you're body is on autopilot. Apparently mine takes me to my stoner friend's house.

"What's up, dude? Haven't seen you since Tony took your ass home last night." He greeted, pulling my door open after I switched the car off.

"I need to get fucked up dude." I choked out, feeling unshed tears trying to spill.

"Alex, dude." He frowned, adjusting his snapback and stepping back to give me room to get out.

I stood up, wiping my eyes angrily and scowling.

"I'm a fucking bitch, dude. I need someone to knock some fucking sense into me so I can stop acting like a fucking girl." I spat.

"You're not a girl because you have feelings, dude. Crying doesn't make you weak, so fucking cry." He told me. "Come on."

I sniffled, still fighting the tears to keep my pride. I don't care what he says, all my life I've hear my dad yell at me and tell me boys aren't allowed to cry. I'm not about to think otherwise now. After locking my car, I shoved my phone and keys into my pockets before following Mike's lanky ass up is driveway and threw the garage.

"Me and Vic are throwing another party tonight since it's Friday." He noted, mentioning his brother as he opened the large fridge. "You wanna start strong or work up to it?"

"Strong." I answered with no hesitation.

I cleared my clogged throat, wiping at my eyes again while he rummaged through the shelves. I brushed my fringe out of my eyes and took a shaky breath as I waited patiently.

"Here you go, bro. We're gonna talk about it after I know you're buzzed." He warned, shoving a fifth of Smirnof into my hand.

I shrugged, uncapping the vodka and taking a large gulp straight from the bottle.

"Christ, I still don't know how you can do that shit, man." He cringed.

I grimaced at the burn before chugging four more gulps.

"Okay, come on." He sighed, leading me through the garage door and into the kitchen. "And slow down would you? Drink some Coke with it."

I nodded, taking another sip as I walked to the small table next to the counter. I sat down. closing my eyes and resting my head on the table as I waited for it to kick in. I could already feel my face getting flushed and I knew it would sink in faster than usual since I haven't eaten much of anything and plus I threw that up earlier.

"Here."

I let out a breath, grimacing at the taste in my mouth. Popping the can open, I took a long sip and sighed in relief.

"Wanna start now?" He asked.

I shook my head, taking another sip of coke before chugging more alcohol. I sighed, slurping at the coke again when I felt my head buzzing. I pushed the bottle away from me a bit and nodded to myself.

"It's happening." I commented, making eye contact with Mike's light brown eyes.

He chuckled, nodding his head slowly.

"I know, I can tell by your face." He chuckled.

I nodded along, licking my lips slowly as the anger and sadness slowly dissapeared while happiness filled me instead. I chuckled to myself, looking to the kitchen door when I heard it open. In walked Mike's older brother Vic and Mike's boyfriend Tony.

"What's up, Al?" Vic greeted.

I nodded back, watching him tuck his long hair back into his beanie while he kicked his shoes off by the garage. Tony walked over to Mike and sat down next to him shyly, hiding his head in his baggy hood like he does most of the time. I'm not sure why he continues to be shy around me, but I guess he can't help it. Even if I've been hanging with Mike four three years already.

"Bad day." Mike answered for me, taking the bottle from me and taking a sip himself.

"Are we starting early?" Vic questioned, sitting down on my other side.

I nodded my head, enjoying the tingling filling my body way more than I should.

"Great, then I can break this little gem out." He clapped, pulling a bong out of nowhere. "I've been wanting to smoke all day."

I grinned, nodding at him while I took another sip of coke.

"Tony, be a doll and go grab another bottle of Smirnof." Mike asked while I watched Vic set up.

"You in, Al?" Vic questioned.

"Hell yeah." I agreed, nodding my light head.

Anything to keep the thoughts and feelings away for the time being.
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I licked my dry lips, running my fingers through my blue fringe as I looked around through my hazy vision. The loud music made my ears feel numb and clogged, but I loved the warm numb feeling my body has going on after everything I've been drinking and smoking settled in. Desperate to keep the feeling longer, I stepped forward and brushed through the unfamiliar crowd until I found the small kitchen. I looked across the dirty counter top, roughly nudging the silver hoop through my right nostril to sooth the slight itch that's been bugging me since earlier. I bit my lip, continuing my search until my blurry eyes focused on a mostly full bottle of whiskey. I grinned, immediatley staggering over and snatching it from the dirty countertop.

"I've been looking everywhere for you!"

I shivered at the familiar voice, clumsily untwisting the cap before taking three large gulps from the bottle. I turned to face him, smiling lazily when I met his gaze.

"Give me that." Jack demanded.

I swallowed thickly, barley cringing as I passed the glass bottle to my best friend. I licked my lips, looking him up and down briefly. His dark brown hair was messy, long bangs sticking up like he just had sex which he might have. I wouldn't know anymore.

"Wanna explain why you're drinking fireball like it's water?" He questioned, holding the half empty bottle up for me to see.

I bit my lip, knawing the silver hoop through the left side of it as I looked him up and down again. Tight blue skinny jeans clung to his legs while hoodie still hung loosely over his small frame. I cleared my throat, moving my gaze to his glossy lips.

"Why're you here, Jay?" I wondered, pointing around me.

"You don't fucking remember?" He asked incredulously. "You called your little whore and asked for me to come get you which I don't understand because you've been ignoring my fucking texts and calls since after school."

I chuckled, pulling the bottle to my lips again as I shrugged lazily. I swallowed down another two big gulps and blinked slowly. If I wasn't drunk enough before the fireball, I sure as hell am now. I hummed quietly, licking my sticky lips before my eyes found Jack's again.

God, he's fucking beautiful. No, Alex! God dammit, this is why I needed to get drunk. I can't be feeling like this towards my best friend, let alone my dude best friend. I just need these confusing feelings to stop because for the past few months I've really been stuggling with this need to be with Jack Bassam Barakat. He's so fucking perfect, I don't even know what made me start thinking this way. One day he was just my best friend and now-

"Alex, you're fucking wasted." Jack frowned.

I laughed happily nodding, noticing that I was practically falling over. I stumbled a bit, only steadying when Jack gripped my biceps. I blinked slowly, watching the room spin around us before I tried to focus on Jack's face. I looked down into his eyes and felt myself smile at the skip in my heartbeat. I grinned lazily, biting my lip to keep myself from the words trying to escape me.

"You're really fucking pretty." I blurted, my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

God dammit Alex! Maybe getting drunk isn't a good fucking idea because I can't control what comes out of my mouth. It makes me feel good though, better. It makes me feel better even though I'm a dumbass that can't keep my thoughts to myself.

"Wh-uh..huh?" He choked out, tightening his grip on my arms.

I laughed, tightening my grip around the neck of the whiskey as I looked away from him. I tried to ignore the way my stomach flipped because of his hands on my arms, but all I could think about was how good it felt to be like this. It'd be better if I could actually hold him, but I know that'll never happen so I'll take what I can get.

"You make me feel good, Jacky." I slurred, grinning to myself.

"Alex, look at me." He ordered.

I frowned, wobbling a little bit as my vision doubled. I moved my foot in attempt to keep myself balanced, only to fall into the sharp edge of the counter and drop the bottle.

"Shiiiiit." I hissed, feeling my body get tugged back up after I slammed my hip against the edge.

"Jesus, Lex." Jack scolded. "How much have you had? You can't even stand!"

I closed my eyes, trying to stand up straight. Jack gripped my forearms tightly to keep me steady and I could feel my heart picking up again. I really shouldn't be this close when my mind is fuzzy and I can't see straight.

"A great one, dude." I hiccuped. "You? Shit, it's hitting me hard right now. I think I'm drowning."

"That doesn't even make sense, Alex." He frowned, continuing to hold me steady. "You need some fucking water."

"Why're you talking mean?" I frowned, barely catching the look of annoyance across his face.

"I'm pissed at you for walking away from me earlier and choosing to get shitfaced without telling anyone where you fucking went." He explained angrily, pushing me back gently until I was leaning on the closest wall. "You're lucky you're stupid ass called Casey or we wouldn't even be able to pick you up. You gotta stop going so hard."

"I think you'd like me going hard....and and fast." I slurred with a smirk.

I laughed breathlessly, staring at his wide eyes. Licking my lips, I grabbed his chin in my fingertips and stared down into his eyes. He raised his eyebrows at me, mumbling something I couldn't understand before I leaned in and pecked his lips. Once I touched the smooth surface, my mouth begged for more and I found myself pushing harder. My stomach flipped and my heart skipped when he returned the pressure, his hands leaving my arms and wrapping around my neck. I dropped my hands to his hips and tugged him more into me, happily allowing him to run his tongue along mine. Right after I sucked on his tongue, his hands were off of me and I was shoved back into the counter.

I gasped at the sharp pain in my side from where I hit the counter again and spread my hands out behind me to try and steady myself. Failing miserably, I stumbled to the hard tiled floor. I hissed, grabbing my kneecap loosely. I could feel sharp pain, but the amount of alcohol in my body at the moment is kind of dulling it.

"Shit!" Jack shouted over the music.

I blinked to try to clear my clouded eyes, looking up to see Jack staring at me with big eyes, his hand covering his mouth. I whined, looking down when I felt a weird warmth.

"Shit!" Jack repeated, kneeling down beside me. "There's glass in your fucking knee!"

I moved my hands off of my left knee, frowning at the dark liquid spilling out everywhere. I squinted in the dim lighting, barely recognizing my knee through the large hole ripped in my black jeans.

"It's gone.." I mumbled in a daze.

"No, it's not fucking gone you idiot!" Jack hissed, gripping my shin and straightening my leg out.

"Ow." I grunted, biting my lip.

I closed my eyes and rested my head back against the counter, suddenly feeling dizzy and a sick.

"Babe...." I trailed off, grimacing at the thick saliva pouring down my tongue and out between my lips. "I'm not so hot, baby.."

"Alex?! Shit is he okay?"

I opened my eyes briefly to see Casey kneeling down beside Jack with a similar look on her face.

"He's about to fucking throw up." Jack snapped. "Get a fucking bowl or something!"

I groaned, slumping back against the counter and opening my eyes again. Casey stood to her feet and stumbled away from me to who knows where while I felt a light touch to my right hand. I looked over, fighting to keep my focus on Jack instead of throwing up.

"Look at me, Lex." He cooed. "Keep looking at my face okay?"

I nodded and sighed.

"Are'ou mad me?" I asked, opening my mouth to let more spit pour down my chin and on to the growing wet patch on the collar of my shirt.

"No, Lex. You just scared me. I'm sorry for yelling." He sighed.

I blinked slowly, taking a deep breath through my nose just as pain shot through my knee. I looked down again, frowning at the hole in my jeans.

"Fuck...when I get jeans on?" I whimpered, looking down to see Jack's hand picking at a chunk of glass. "Ow...shit...it's coming up-"

I gagged, hurriedly covering my mouth with my arm. There was a pressure on my knee and then some kind of empty thing was shoved in my face. I gagged again, swallowing it back down and grabbing the thing held in front of me.

"Fuck whiskey man." I muttered before everything was coming back up.

"I can't get the glass out because it looks deep and I don't want to make even more blood pour out so we've gotta find someone to help me get him to your car." Jack informed.

I closed my eyes, dry heaving for a good few minutes before my stomach stopped clenching. I opened my eyes and looked down in disgust to see a bunch of different liquids.

"Alex? What the fuck is happening to you man?"

I looked over towards the doorway and shrugged when I saw some guy move over to stand over us. I looked over his face for a minute, recognizing him as Tony.

"Heeeeeey Tone-bone." I dragged out through mouthfuls of spit.

"Ew dude." He gawked, taking the pan from me and setting it on the counter. "How did you break a glass on your leg?"

"He fell. He should be okay, I just need to get him home." Jack explained, moving to his feet.

"Could yu help us get him to my car?" Casey added.

"Yeah, yeah. I was actually just looking for him so I could drop him home again." Tony nodded, bending down to be at my level. "I'm gonna get you some water first, okay? Just like yesterday."

"Shhhhhh." I whispered, pressing my fingers to his mouth. "I...uh...I wasn't home."

"I know, Al. You were here with us." Tony confirmed.

I groaned, letting more spit fall from my mouth as I slumped more against the counter. I wiped at my wet jaw with my arm, trying to avoid Casey's knowing eyes.

"I'm gonna get that water now." Tony told me, brushing my bangs out of my eyes before he got back up.

"What the fuck, Alex?" Casey snapped.

"What the hell is going on?" Jack questioned, squeezing my hand roughly.

I avoided his eyes no matter how hard he pressed on my hand while a frown fell over my face. So much for getting drunk making me happy. I closed my eyes, feeling them start to burn from the water building up.

"Alex, it's okay." Casey whispered in my ear, brushing my hair back again.

I shook my head, feeling my stomach churn violently.

"M'gonna puke'gain." I heaved out, holding my arm over my mouth.

"Shit guys, he might have alcohol poisoning. He's been here drinking since one in the afternoon." I heard Tony say.

"Okay, let's not panic." Casey ordered. "Let's just get him to my car and to my house and I'll watch him over night. I'll just have to make him keep puking and drinking water and gatorade.. He's probably dehydrated."

"M'a need that thin'." I rushed out, feeling it burn up my throat.

Jack jumped up and grabbed the pan, holding it down in front of me just in time. After I puked again, I felt much better but even more drunk.

"Bae-baby...." I trailed off, pushing his hands away. "Really doin' not good..."

"I know, Lex. We're going now." Jack replied, setting the pan down.

I blinked slowly, opening my eyes when I felt hands around my forearms and found Tony leaning over me.

"Up you go, buddy." He warned, tugging me upwards.

I smiled, feeling weightless as I was pulled to my feet. I wobbled, hissing at the stinging in my knee as I stood straight. I closed my eyes again to stop the spinning, practically forcing Tony to get me to a car. I sighed, breathing in deeply through my nose as I flowed through the small house. The next time I opened my eyes, I was sitting in the backseat of Casey's car.

"Shit, Alex. You fucking idiot." She scolded. "You scared the shit out of us. Do you even know what you're doing right now?"

I shrugged, shaking my head as I looked around with blurred vision.

"I don' feel okay." I moaned, moving to lay down more. "Wha's happen'n?"

I frowned, looking down at my dirty knee. I kept quiet or tried to at least, but my stupid self kept rambling and I can't remember anything I've just been saying. I watched out of the window, staring at the different street lights we were passing until I felt myself drifting away.

"Alex, stay awake! We're almost there!" Jack shouted, shaking my leg.

I ignored the pain and grumbled, letting my eyes close anyway.

"You're gonna get it tomorrow." I heard Casey hiss before I faded back into darkness.

Notes

I've been having this idea forever and I'm glad to finally put it out here. I hope everyone enjoys it as well!

A little about the story to make it easier to picture if you're like me and like to picture it like a movie in your head lol:
1)Alex's hair in this is like he had before with the pink and black except the pink part is blue
2)I always make Alex have a nose ring and a lip piercing because I love piercings
3)For some reason when I make Alex the 'top' role, I like to make him taller than Jack instead of the other way around...I'm not sure why, but I do. This way no one gets confused everytime I mention Alex looking down slightly at Jack

I just wanted to throw those out there for anyone who wanted to know. Feel free to ignore it and take what you'd like from it!

I apologize for any spelling mistakes, I'm using wordpad until I can fix my microsoft office and I'm a bad speller without spell check lol

Thanks for reading! :)

Also posted on my mibba.