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Ch. 7

Ch. 7

This week at school went by fast, and before I know it, it's Friday. Another football game. Jordan is back playing. Since he only lost a year of memories, he still knows how to play, and he's still pretty damn good at it. It took a lot of persuasion for him to play again. His mom really didn't want him to play again, but he finally convinced her, and he got an okay from his doctors. I only know this because Lucas told me. Lucas and I have been cool. He's been here for me during all of this. He was like my little messenger.

Anyway, we won the game. It's now the next day, and there's a celebratory party at Alec's. I go to Angelica's house with Nova, Gabriella, and Lola to get ready. Around 10, Angelica drives us to Alec's house since she's the designated driver.

Once we enter Alec's house, it's already filled with probably 100 plus people dancing, singing, smoking, and of course drinking. We are greeted by a very drunk Alec who tells us to grab some drinks and have fun. I already see Abby drunk sitting on top of Jordan who's also pretty drunk. Just at the sight of this, I take a vodka shot or maybe two or three? I don't even remember.

Thirty minutes later, I'm dancing with my friends to the loud music, when I see Abby and Jordan making out. Okay I knew they've been seeing each other lately but seeing them eat each other's faces off made my blood boil. I was feeling a little tipsy.

"What the hell Abby!" I yell, pulling them away from each other.

"Um... Fiona. I didn't see you there," she slurs and giggles.

"C'mon, you're drunk not blind. He's my boyfriend," I yell again and then I realized Jordan didn't know that because I didn't want to force him to like me if he didn't know me.

"He's not your boyfriend. Isn't that right," Abby leans on him poking his chest.

"Yea. We are not dating. You're the only girl I want," Jordan laughs looking at Abby and kisses her again.

"Well I hope you're both happy," I say trying to hold back the tears.

"I am! This is all your fault anyway," Jordan yells back referring to his concussion and amnesia while I walk away not looking back but clenching my fists in pure anger and sadness. I know it wasn't my fault, but I can't help but to feel guilty.

I walk away from the scene. My friends try to follow me, but I tell them I'm okay and I just need to pee, so I head to the bathroom. Once I get in there, I begin crying. He was right. We aren't dating. He's not the Jordan I used to date. I wanted to win him back, but it's not the same. It's been two weeks and still no progress. I tried to give him room to readjust, but it's not working. I have to let go. I cleaned myself up and stumbled out of the bathroom bumping into someone, and I felt the alcohol finally hitting - hitting hard without a warning.

"Sorry," I slur and feel my legs go weak. I look up and it's Lucas.

"How much have you had to drink Fiona," Lucas asks with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Too much," I start laughing, a lot finding it hard to walk.

I don't even know why I'm laughing, probably just the alcohol.

"I got you," Lucas tells me as he helps me walk, my arm slung around his shoulders. He smelt nice.

"You want me to take you home?" Lucas asks, guiding me to a couch.

"No. No, I- I can't go home like this," I replied stumbling on words.

"Wanna get out of here," Lucas asks, pulling out his car keys and smiling.

Usually I would say no, but I can't help but to say yes. He then stands up, and he helps me up. We walked out the door, but then I remembered I should tell my friends.

"Wait. Hold up. I have to tell my friends," I drunkenly say, but then I realize I have to puke and before I had time to run back to the bathroom, I puke on Alec's front lawn. Oops.

"Don't worry. I'll text them in the car for you," Lucas says while holding back my hair while I hunch my back to puke some more.

"Thanks," I weakly say standing back up properly. I feel so gross now.

"Okay let's walk to my car," Lucas helps me walk to his car which I feel kinda bad cuz I just puked, and he probably thinks I'm disguising.

"Um sorry about that," I say referring to the puke.

"It's all good. You better not puke in my car tho," Lucas jokes and we get into his car.

"Give me your phone," Lucas says and I lazily give it to him putting in my passcode, and he texts Angelica letting her know I'm with him since she's the only sober one.

"Okay let's get going," Lucas says and out the neighborhood we go.