Mischief

Chapter Five

Blaine

"Hey, you wanna go to the bar? I am in some serious need of getting drunk." JJ is slurring, making it clear that he's had a few drinks already. But I do need to get drunk too. Luella is constantly in my head and I can't fucking stand it.

"Yeah. I'll meet you at the bar."

"Alright. Don't take long."

"Shut up." I end the call and start to gather my things that I'll need. I grab my keys, my phone and my wallet, leaving my house in only a few minutes.

***

I reach the bar and JJ is already there, being smothered by these 2 girls.

"Alright, move the fuck away." I shoo them away and they walk off in different directions. "Let's get wasted." We enter the building and there's half drunk men everywhere, a few drunk girls with their friends at the bar.

"So what's your excuse for getting drunk?" This is the exact question I want to get drunk over.

"Can't get a girl outta my head." I trust JJ with this. "What about you?"

"Can't get a girl."

"What do you mean, you just had girls over you?"

"No I mean a permanent girl. Not some fling. I want something serious, you know?"

"No. What's the point in having a girlfriend?"

"I don't know. Seems cool though. So who's this girl you're hung up on?" I can't tell him that the newest member to the Pikes is my little crush.

"Just some girl I met a few days ago." I'm lying through my teeth.

"Hm. Alright." Humor laces his tone and I can't help but find it suspicious. We walk over to the bar, where a pair of girls are sat together.

"Hey boys." The blonde with her hair in a ponytail speaks first, clutching onto my bicep. "I'm Tiff, this is Stacey. What are your names?"

"I am JJ and this is my dear friend Blaine."

"Well, Stacey here likes you JJ, and I like you Blaine. So how about we get some drinks?" I don't fucking think so. This girl is a total bitch, I can tell just by the way she speaks. Before I can answer, the door slams open and a tall — but not as tall as me — man walks in, scrawnier than me, searching around the room. His eyes land on the blonde next to me, her hand still on my arm, and me.

"Get the fuck off my girl!" Fuck, she's got a boyfriend? Shit.

"Look man, your girl came onto me. I don't even want her. So calm the fuck down." My voice is calm.

"Don't tell me what to do." He pushes my shoulder.

"Don't touch me."

"Or what? What are you gonna d-" I punch him. I punch him and his body is flung to the right. His nose is bleeding but he gets back up. He throws a punch at me but I dodge it and grab his arm, pinning it behind his back.

"Take your hands off of him." I turn around and a short, fat man stands there. A cop. Fuck. I let go of the guy and look behind me towards the door. I run. I run out the door and I hear the cop shouting for me to stop moving behind me. Way behind me. I take out my phone and call Leo, who knows this area like the back of his hand.