Smoke On The Water

Chapter 2. Barracuda

Y/N's POV (Current time)

''Fuck she's totally out of it. How many did you put in there man?''

''To many...''

''You fucking idiot! SHIT''

''What... what do we do?''

I can hear people talking around me in great commotion.

What the hell is going on?

My eyes feel so heavy. Holy fuck... It's like my body's asleep but my mind Is fully awake.

Well, kinda'.

''Call the dealer and ask him what the fuck we should do!''

It's Tommy, Jason and... who is that? Elijah?

Wait, dealer?

Pyro and Isus?

''Are you fucking crazy?! We can't do that. You want us to get killed?! Is that it?!''

''Then we need to take her to a hospital!''

"That will get us killed as well, god damnit!"

I could have sworn that last one sounded like Josiah. His squeaky voice is very unique. We used to be pretty close. Well, until he decided to put his nose where it didn't belong. In my business. Spreading shitty rumors all over the place. Almost getting me kicked out of school over a freaking joint that wasn't even mine to begin with.

What the hell am I even thinking. I should try focusing on the situation around me.

Let's see.

Wait...

Oh shit I'm slipping...

.....

Ugh... shit.

Nope wait...

I'm...

I'm back.

Now.

How did I get here in the first place? Wherever ''this place'' even is.

Mason was drinking his head off. He was dancing. Then- I left him on the dance floor.

I'm pretty sure.

I was strolling around greeting a few people. Chatting  with kids from Renewind high. My focus on the freshmen. I remember how awkward it was joining a new school. How lost I personally felt.

I think Melissa and Adelaide came up to me at some point. They were asking me what I wanted to drink. And then- they came back with Tommy holding up four colorful drinks.

Blue lagoons.

Was it Blue lagoon or was it Corps reviver? God, I can't remember. It was some blue disgustingly sweet drink. I usually go for whiskey. An old fashioned if possible. I have no idea why I went along with getting cocktails with them lassies in the first place. We don't even hang out anymore.

Then Tommy made a toast. ''For a day to remember'' he had said.

And then what? It feels... I Can't seem to remember. I kept trying to down the repugnant drink and decided to-

Yes, I left it somewhere when I've had enough.

Right, on one of the bookshelves in the living room. I decided to get myself a glass of whiskey instead.

I don't remember getting to the kitchen though.

This is frustrating as shit.

''I'm out of here man, I won't be around when the cops come to find a dead body in your dads mansion. Y/N fucking Y/N laying on the floor naked and... Fuck that dude. It will be the end of me. End of all of us''