Jack
"Were you out of your fucking mind?!"
I wave his rhetorical question aside and chug the rest of the vodka bottle lying by the side of the counter, fogging my head even more than before. There are too many thoughts of a particular subject I don't want to comes to terms with.
"Should've hollowed out his eye sockets, yeah?" I unintentionally slur my words, pushing the empty bottle away, "Yo, you still have that pot stash?"
"You're not getting any more zooted than you already are, you kidding?" Tyler scoffs, tossing the kitchen knife into the sink, making it clacker onto the metal surface.
Everyone eventually left the party. It's now around 2-3 am. I don't know where my phone went so I have no clue what time it really is. Nor do I care.
"The hell is up with you man?" Ty asks, finally taking a seat across from me.
I shrug. Grab another beer just as my friend smacks it out of my hand. I let out a dramatic sigh and lean back in my chair, "I'm tired as shit."
"It's been what? Like a week or two? And you're already crazy over this chick." He states, grabbing a couple of red cups on the counter and stacking them over one another, "Don't tell me you're tryna fuck—"
"No."
"No?"
I look him dead in the eye and shake my head, "She's not worth that."
Nova
"Thanks again for the ride," I say, slamming the door shut and clutching my phone to my leg.
He doesn't say anything. In fact, he hasn't said anything for the entire car ride. We dropped off Willow a couple of minutes ago and I remember texting her literally 2 feet away just so we didn't have to speak in front of Noah.
willy: jack is a psychopath. he grabbed a mf knife??
me: tyler said smg about how i shouldn't see him lose his mind
willy: yea no shit. ru kidding he pointed the knife at ME!! i thought i was gonna die—
me: he wouldn't do that tho
willy: mhm and what do u know?
me: he was really sweet to me earlier—
willy: noah said it wasn't the first time he's done that. i want u to stay away from him. once again, abort mission. he radiates serial killer energy.
"Mind if I give you some advice, Skylen?"
Noah's voice snaps me out of my thoughts. That one phrase chiming and ringing through my head like church bells signaling red flags at every corner.
Not the first time it's happened.
"Uh sure," I reply.
He walks on over to my side of the car, stuffing his keys into his pocket. I realize he unbuttoned a couple more buttons of his shirt — a silver chain dangling from his neck that I didn't even take notice of until now.
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