Different Sides To The Same Story

Chapter twenty-six - Jason Dalton

   "God Callie you're wasted." I tell her, laughing a bit. "You never could hold your alcohol." I tease making her give me a half glare.

"I've had five shots and three beers I'm allowed to be drunk." She tells me, slurring her words.

I shake my head. Callie and I arrived fairly early and got a head start on the drinking. But now the party was in full swing as Jessica's house filled with more and more people pushing the maximum capacity but a few hundred people.

It's a bad idea to drink on my new antidepressants so I've been trying to hold back on the alcohol, which has resulted in Callie being fairly drunk while I'm slightly buzzed. Without alcohol or weed I could see the party for what it actually was.

The house was a mess, stray cups and chips scattered the floor. The air smelled like warm beer and cheap liquor. I hated being the sober one at parties.

"Dance with me." Emily's voice commands behind me.

I spin around meeting Emily. I could tell she was drunk because of three things; one, she was leaning slightly to the left. Two, she was smiling a dorky half assed smile. And three, her breath smelled like booze.

"What the fuck happened to you?" She questions, without the slightest worry in her voice. It had only been a few days since the 'accident' and my bruises were starting to heal but I still had nasty cuts.

"Your boyfriend happened." I mutter somewhat mad, "Yeah, failed to mention you had a boyfriend Em."

She raises her eyebrows in surprise before her face settles in a smirk, "Well you didn't come over to talk did you?" She says, flirtatiously.

"Go find your boyfriend Emily." I tell her, turning my back to her and looking back at Callie. Surprisingly she follows my command, disappearing into the crowd.

"I feel like I'm floating. Am I floating?" Callie asks, making me laugh.

Then it happened. As my eyes ran over the crowd they landed on one person. The one person I didn't want to see but desperately did at the same time.

Lily. A look over worry comes over her face as she scans my eyes, looking around my face. She walks over a look of fear in her eyes.

"What happened to you?" She asks, her voice lined with worry as she reaches up and runs a finger over one of the cuts they stitched up.

"I'm fine Lil, don't worry about it." I tell her as she stares at me with her blue eyes.

And for a moment I forget. I forget that I broke up with her. I forget that that day she looked at me with nothing but hatred. I forget that I broke her heart and she mine.

I lay my hand over hers that rests on my face as I get caught up in our staring contest. Suddenly something shifts behind her eyes and they fill with sadness.

Before I can say something she slips away, pulling her hand from my face and disappears into the crowd.

The hurt and pain from the situation fills my chest, I really fucked this one up.

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I wander around aimlessly as I drink more not giving a shit or how it clashes with my meds. I don't see Lily again. Maybe she left. Maybe she's with some guy trying to forget me. I deserve it.

She's better off without me, I mean who gives a fuck about how much this hurts me. I lost Callie a while ago, when she went off with Jaime.

I wanted to forget, even if it's just for a second. This hurts too much. I hope Lily wasn't feeling this bad. I missed her. God it hurt how much I missed her.

I thought if I slept with Emily then it wouldn't hurt as much. But I was wrong, sleeping with her just showed me that what I feared was true. I couldn't be with anybody else. Nobody looked attractive to me, I knew I was supposed to find them attractive but I don't. Lily Pearson broke me. Maybe I broke her.

I stumble to the backyard which is surprisingly empty. No one occupies the yard, maybe because it was somewhat chilly. I don't care how much the cold nips at my skin through my clothes.

I look through my blurred vision at the pool. The water would probably be cold and maybe it would numb me. I start walking towards it but I trip on a hose, hitting my head on something hard before rolling into the pool.

I was right, it's cold. The cold intrudes my body making it hard to swim to the surface. After a minute I stop. I don't try to breath in the water, I just give up, letting my body drift with the water.