Capítulo 2: Chapter Two
"Kyle, drink up," I said as I laid down the two of hearts. It meant that I chose someone else to drink.
The gang and I were playing a card game with alcohol. A normal thing we do on breaks. We go in a circle and draw one card. Each one has an action behind it.
The ace means that whoever drew the card begins drinking, and the others follow. They don't stop until the person who drew it stops.
A two, the card I picked up, meant you got to choose someone else to drink.
Threes make yourself have to drink.
Fours are more of a girly card, making all the girls have to drink.
A five is one of the hardest ones. The drawer places their thumb on the table at any given time until another five is drawn. The last person to put their thumb down must drink.
Sixes are the guy card, making ever man drink.
Sevens are where everyone points up into the sky. Last person to do so, drinks.
Eights are the fun part. You pick a drink buddy and they must drink with you every time until someone picks up another eight.
Nines are also tricky. The person to the drawer's right must come up with a word that rhymes with the drawer's. They go back and forth until one person slips up, then the loser drinks.
Tens are where we go in a circle naming genres of stuff. First person to mess up drinks.
Jacks are the rule cards. You make up any rule that stays for the rest of the game. Anybody who disobeys must drink.
Queens are questions that you ask to a player. If they can't answer, they drink.
Lastly, a king is when you pour some of your drink into the pint in the middle. When the last king is drawn, the drawer drinks the whole pint. As of right now, the pint is half full and we are still waiting for the final king card.
Alina draws a card, pulling up a nine. I cursed.
"Let's do the word...Wrench," Alina said, slurring her words lightly.
"Clench," I stated.
"Wench," she retorted.
"Bench."
"Stretch."
"French."
"Uh...Bench?"
"I already said bench, Alina. Drink up."
She downed her shot. Everyone in the group, and Andrew, have drank way more than me, making me the most sober person here.
That was, until it was my turn again and I got the king. I downed the whole pint in ten seconds, the burn of alcohol tearing my throat.
All the alcohol rushed into my system immediately, making me as drunk, maybe even more, as the others. I laughed it off.
We continued playing games the whole night. Mostly drinking ones. We spent the whole night wasted until everyone passed out. Except Andrew and me.
Boy, was I pissed.
I tried my best to not even in glance in his direction. To just play mindless games on my phone until I fell asleep. That didn't happen.
"What's your relationship with Jake?" Andrew's eyes tore through the wall behind me.
"What's it to you? Is the big bad popular jock jealous?" I smirked, finally getting one ahead of him.
He scoffed. "As if. He tried taking advantage of you. That's all I'm worried about."
"So what? Not like you cared anyway. Why act like you do? Don't give me that asshole-bipolar attitude." I stood up from the table, taking my leave. I began making my way up the stairs, heading to the guest bedroom of Jake's house.
I felt a grip on my sleeve. Automatically knowing it was Andrew, I didn't turn around. "Let go," I said.
Andrew didn't say anything. I turned around.
His head hung, facing the floor. His dark hair fell over his forehead, shielding his face from me. When he spoke, it didn't even sound like his voice. If I didn't know him, I'd be running for my life.
"Listen. You may hate me, and I hate you. But I'm not going to let something happen to you or anyone for that matter. You may not like it, so piss off if you don't. I could care less. Starting tomorrow, I won't talk with you. I won't argue with you. I will finally leave you alone. Just do the same for me and I won't do shit."
His grip tightened on my sleeve, the fabric tearing slightly before he let go. I continued my way up the stairs, collapsing right outside the door before making it in.
- - -
I opened my eyes. A light streamed in from the windows of the room I was in. Rolling over, I hear footsteps in the corner of the room. Sitting straight up, I swing my head over in the direction of the sound. Andrew was standing there, his hand on the door. I glared at him.
What the hell was he doing in here?
Wait...
I fell asleep outside the door last night. Andrew was the only one up. So...
"Wh—"
Before I started my sentence, I remember what he said last night. I sighed, flopping back down in the bed. Andrew resumed leaving; the door closing behind him, sealing his appearance from me.
God, I hated that guy.
I leaned across the bed, reaching for my phone until I remembered that I left it downstairs. Groaning, I swung my legs over the bed, planting my feet flat on the floor. Pushing myself up, I opened the bedroom door, only to find Andrew sitting next to the door, staring at the wall across the hall.
Weird.
Not sparing him a second glance, I continued on downstairs.
Everybody was still passed out when I went into the room. Both Jake and Kyle were curled up on the couch, Alina in-between them like the sister she was to them. Tyler, her crush, was sprawled out on the floor below her.
I smiled to myself. They were so cute together. I was waiting for the day they'd get together, especially after they both told me they liked each other. Tyler was always so sweet to her and clearly was in love with her. Those two were practically attached at the hip. Now only if they would date.
My smile turned into a sigh.
When was I going to find love like that?
I made my way over to the kitchen table, snatching my phone and turning it on. The battery was already down to twenty percent with no texts from my father. I chucked it back on the table.
The loud sound woke up Alina, who recognized how she was laying and who was laying next to her. Her face turned pink.
"Finally up, sleepy head?"
Drool fell off her lips, dribbling down her chin. She wiped it off with the sleeve of her shirt. Her eyes never looked toward me as she said "Nope. Never."
I laughed. "Girl, you got to get up. I'm suppose to take you home. Besides, I need to be home by noon for my dad."
"Ugh. Just five more minutes."
"Alina, it's eleven forty. Get your ass up. Unless you want me to get someone who can do that for you."
She shot straight into the air, causing me to chuckle. I grabbed my bag from off the kitchen chair, grabbing my phone once again, along with my keys.
Dragging a hungover Alina out the door, I tossed her into the back seat, starting my car and leaving the boys and creepy Andrew behind.
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