𝖈𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖙 - 𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖞!𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

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"hey, if it makes you feel any better remember that you have us on your side, (y/n)." billy spoke in a calm and caring voice which made you feel immediately better that at least someone cared about you and the situation. and although you'd never admit it for no amount of money you were a little bit jealous of sydney. 

"i could be getting stalked you don't know? i mean after all (y/n) said that...the caller would be here?" his voice trailed off like he just now finally understood the severity of the situation. 

"ain't no stalkers in here!" randy slurred his shouting words. he just sounded like a complete idiot. he was trying to reassure you but he could barely talk never mind the whole fighting the person. he probably wouldn't be able to stand up by himself. he must've been about seven or eight beers in now. 

"randall. you're drunk." billy's stern and firm voice. the words were simple and seemed to shut the intoxicated boy up. getting right tot he point. 

"hey, (y/n)." stu called your name out from across the other room gaining all of your attention. "knock this out." he handed you another beer bottle. now although you would never admit it especially in front of the most attractive and popular boys at school but you were far too drunk to do anything good with and for yourself. if randy was doing bad then you were doing worse. you though you'd be able to down another beer without all of the vomiting, chest pains and of course the god-awful hangover that was inevitable tomorrow morning. 

fuck it. why not?

you held the brown bottle in your hand unable to make out the name of the beer through your blurred vision. you began to sip the liquid inside the bottle, the alcohol hitting you like a sack of bricks. the liquid began to burn your throat which in turn made you go into a coughing and hacking fit.

"shit, stu. what the fuck is this?" you kept coughing and coughing to the point where you began to have trouble breathing. you started to feel begin more and more anxious concerned about the situation and the fact you were having trouble breathing which is worrisome for so many reasons. the boys were talking to you but all of their syllables were incoherent and inaudible like you were just placed underwater trying to struggle to breathe and understand what exactly they were saying to you and each other. 

you laid curled over in your seat, wringing your hands then pressing down slightly on your neck in desperate hopes to relieve the pain and whatever got caught in your throat and the taste that followed with it. 

billy began rubbing your back repeating for you to "calm down" and "relax" in spite of the fact that you were on the verge of vomiting out of fear. 

and unbeknownst to you, 

you then passed out. 

billy fixed your posture so you were sitting up straight (he wanted to make sure you were still breathing and alive.) the two boys made direct eye contact and seemingly knew to do the same thing at once. 

"is (y/n) okay?" randy spoke in his drunken slur, the poor boy must've fallen asleep at one point or another. billy let out a scoff and an affirming grumble waiting for randy to leave him alone and bugger off with his questions. 

"should i do it now?" stu barely spoke above a whisper right into billy's ear worried about either randy or someone else hearing. the two friends had nonchalantly planned the whole event that was about to unfold itself in the middle of stu's house. a bloody mess that was about to ensue.