Always

11| The After Party

Greyson

This was definitely the biggest party Kevin's ever thrown. A shit ton of people had already passed out all over the place, but there's still barely any room to walk. Jacob and I are definitely gonna spend the entire weekend trying to clean this place.

Lucky us.

We're accustomed to it by now though, Kevin throws a lot of parties getting pretty wasted at all of them. We already know that it's an escape for him, so we just let him. Its not at all healthy, but he refuses to get help. We forced him a few times but it was no good, when he isn't sober is the only time he's 'truly happy' he says. Believe it or not, behind that million dollar smile is a really sad soul.

I've had only had one cup for the night, and I'm not having another. The party had been going on for at least 3 hours and it's beginning to become a bit overwhelming. Huge parties have never been my kind of scenery, I'm just here to make sure Kevin doesn't do anything stupid.

There was some idiot trying to start a fight with a stoner in the backyard so I was called to solve it. Jacob was on stoner duty but he was nowhere to be found.

After I settled the matter I headed back inside to find a quiet room to escape the madness for a while. I barely make it inside before a drunken stumbles directly into me and I have to catch her before she falls.

"Thank—hiccup—you. Ooo you're handsome," the familiar voice rings.

I scoff immediately, like a reflex. I loathe seeing intoxicated women unaccompanied at parties like these, but seeing Allison like this is different. It boils my blood to it's core so I subconsciously tighten my arms around her waist.

As if she suddenly realized it was me, she let out a child like sound before pushing herself away from me.

"Great—hiccup—dickface is here."

"You're drunk." Obviously.

"No shit dipshit," she snaps.

"Too drunk, come on." I attempt to grab her and get her out of here. Doesn't she know she's in a lion's den? It's not safe when she's like this.

"Why do I have—hiccup—to come with you? This is a party,—hiccup—I came to have fun."

"You're coming with me because you're drunk. You can barely see let alone walk. We're not arguing about any of this. Let's go."

I don't wait for her to respond. I just pick her up and carry her upstairs where I know she won't be bothered. She passes out almost instantly in my arms and it brought back memories of that time in my bathroom. Even when she's unconscious she looks distraught.

I tuck her in a comfortable guest bedroom that's off limits and away from the rest of the party. I leave a water and a few pain killers on the nightstand before shutting the door, leaving her inside.

I opted on leaving to find Mya but it didn't sit right with me abandoning her in a room like that. Instead I called Jacob and asked him to find Mya to let her know where Allison was. I went back inside, sat down on the floor and leaned against the door while I waited for her to wake up.

Allison

I wake up with a searing headache and the faint sound of party music. The last thing I remember was drinking a cup of some clear alcohol and feeling happy. I sit up quickly as panic rises through me. I don't remember because I was drunk and must've passed out. Now I'm in a dark room where I can barely see anything and completely covered in blankets.

Did something happen to me?

Did someone touch me?

I mean, I don't remember coming upstairs, not willingly at least. Mya's nowhere in sight so what else could it mean? My breathing starts to get heavier and my heartbeat increases. My mind is racing with endless possibilities of how I got here. I was stupid. I got drunk and I was alone.

God. I was such an easy target.

I don't feel like any pain or discomfort but I-

"Allison?" I hear from the voice I've come to hate, but I'm instantly relieved by.

"Greyson? What the hell are you doing here? I swear if this is some kind of joke I-"

"Calm down princess. You we're drunk and alone so I brought you up here and you passed out. Mya knows and she'll be here any minute. There's a water and aspirin on the nightstand that'll help with the headache."

"Than-"

"What were you thinking anyway? Getting drunk at a party while completely alone?"

"I'm so—"

"What do you think might've happened if it wasn't me you ran into?"

I scoff, "Sorry I wanted to have some fun okay? I got a little carried away but what do you care? Huh?"

"I-"

"-You, you torment me our whole lives and then you suddenly care about how I feel and what'll happen to me? Huh?" I feel tears prick in my eyes and my voice is about to break. "Just cut the fucking act Greyson and stop pretending to give a shit about me."

"I do-"

"Leave."

"Allison."

"LEAVE."

He puts his hands up in surrender and does as I ask.