When I See You Again

11) Party Like A Footballer

The night was young and the reek of alcohol filled the air. Too many teenagers were already drunk, high, or having a fun time in one of the extra rooms. The cars in the yard only added to the scene, leaving many people wondering how the cops hadn't been called yet.

The whole football team was in the living room, shouting, grinding, and drunk. The music was thumping. The girls were mostly aware of their surroundings and grouped together, though there were a few in the middle of the football players, grinding up on many of the star players. The football players were reckless. They were smashing vases, spilling drinks, and preying upon the few girls that would allow them.

People streamed into the house. The whole school was in the mansion owned by the Reynolds. They were a rich family of lawyers and court officials. To say they were rich would be an understatement. The amount of money they had couldn't be put into one bank; it was too much. If they were to put every cent they f their money in one house, it'd be spilling into the yard, front and back.

Thomas stood in the middle of the circle, hyping the team up. The words streaming out of his mouth were obviously backed by a drunk brain. None of them made sense but the pitch and loudness of his voice were as enough of a compromise.

"Who won?" He screamed.

"We did!" The team responded.

"Why did we win?"

"Cause we're good like that!"

Nonsense spewed after that and the final words he got out were something along the lines of 'we are the best' before he glanced out of the window. Alexander and John Laurens were standing outside, talking to each other. Thomas walked out of the door, leaving the team confused but not for long.

Well we'll well. The king and the prince are here! He slurred as he slung his arms around the two.

"Get off of me," Alex said. "You're drunk."

"Who me?! Drunk? Never!" Thomas spat back

"Whatever..." Alex said.

He was getting fed up with Thomas' shenanigans. He wouldn't have minded Thomas leaning on him, but he couldn't stand the smell of alcohol on his breath. Thomas grabbed both men's wrists and led them inside to the kitchen. He tried to pour some beer into solo cups but he spilt half of it. He gave up and shoved beers into their hands and forced them to drink it. Neither of them really had a choice in the matter, so they just chugged them.

A few more later and Alex replaced Thomas' position in the center of the living room. He was the new Hype Beast and kept drinking. He made his way to the table with the goodies in it and grabbed a brownie.

He got one after the next, and couldn't stop. The special brownies were laced with weed and soon he was higher than a kite.

John spotted a cute girl across the room and made his way over to her. They exchanged a few words and John pulled her to a spare room.

Someone had brought Alex a Jello Shot so he took that whole. His body was slowly turning off but he didn't care. He was going to party until he fell, which wouldn't be too long after the tenth Jello Shot.

He dropped.

Alexander woke up with a killer headache and no memories of the previous actions that took place after the football game. His mind was blank. He couldn't move as he was restricted by  strong arms. He turned and saw John, completely naked. He looked to John's right and saw the girl they walked off to. Lying at the foot of the bed was another girl who Alex didn't recognize. He lifted the sheets and saw his naked self.

He pried himself out of John's grip. His first attempt at standing didn't work due to the pain in his ass. His second attempt was better than the first, but he still couldn't stand. The third time was the charm and he got out of the bed entirely.

The five sets of clothes on the floor were strewn across the room.

Wait. Five?

He searched the floor and saw a half naked Thomas right where he got out of bed. He was tempted to step on him, but he didn't. He looked too peaceful while he was sleeping. He remembered what he was wearing, what John was wearing, and what that girl John was with was wearing. The clothes were neatly folded after they were sorted and Alex put his on.

It was still dark out but the music was gone. He walked downstairs only to see a hundred plus people passed out of the floor, couches, chairs, countertops...

A car pulled into the driveway. Alex started to panic. Would whoever that is think that it was my party? Who was that? What will they do to me?

Before he could think anymore, Coach Washington opened the front door.

"Son, what are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same Coach. I just woke up."

"Ah. Didn't think you were the partying type."

"In all due respect, I think you only think I'm a recluse..."

"Ah I never said that! You're twisting my words!"

"Your turn. Why are you here?"

"I'm taking football boys home. They do this every time we win and I don't care as long as they are tip top shape for the next game. Speaking of I see a few now."

"Thomas is upstairs..."

"He's alive right?"

"I think so."

"Ok thank you."

That was all that was exchanged between the two. George Washington woke up a few people and went upstairs to fetch the sleeping Thomas.

Alex found his phone in the bucket of phones and called an Uber. He watched as bloodied players walked out to Coach Washington's car, James and Burr being a couple of them.