Fighting Feelings

Chapter 74

Cameron's POV

I walk into the bar with Noah and Zack close behind me.

It's Noah's eighteenth birthday tonight, so me and Zack are dragging him out to a bar for drinks. He's acting like he doesn't want to be here, but we all know he does.

Heading over, we sit at the bar. "I don't-" "Noah shut the fuck up" Zack smiles, patting his cheek. Noah rolls his eyes, fighting back a grin but failing.

Zack comes to this bar regularly. It's only five minutes away from their house, so we don't need to get a cab back.

The bartender comes and smiles at Zack. "Back again?" She smiles and he hums. "My brother's eighteenth" Zack grins, pinching Noah's cheek. I laugh while Noah scowls.

"Well, you've got to be twenty-one or over," She tells him. Zack rolls his eyes and the woman starts laughing. "Just kidding. I'll let you boys have your fun. But if the boss comes you all are twenty-two" She smiles, taking out multiple shot glasses.

"Love you Jade" Zack smiles as he hands her some cash. She walks away after pouring nine shots. "Who's she?-"

"Shh we don't ask questions we don't want the answers to," Noah tells me, and I nod, scowling at myself for forgetting the rule: don't ask how Zack knows people. He's a whore.

Zack smiles, taking a shot. "After you, birthday boy". Noah rolls his eyes,  grabbing a shot and taking it. We cheer and he chuckles.

And for the next hour, that's pretty much all we did. Me and Zack bring up hilarious memories of Noah, he scowls at us, and then we take another shot that that Jade girl kept pouring us.

So technically, it's her fault we're drunk. Not ours.

"What are you doing?" I mumble as I watch Zack take out his phone. "Business bitch" He slurs out, and he plays some shitty beeping music.

"Hello darling," The phone says. I stare at it confused.

What a weird song.

"I hate you bitch" Zack says to the phone. He turns to me, grinning proudly. "See? I'm not obsessed" Zack tells me.

"What?" The phone says. Is that Leo? Why'd he make a shitty song?

"I ain't care about you. Loser" Zack laughs. I stare at him with curiosity. "Are you drunk?" The phone asks.

Zack scoffs. "No. Do you really think fourteen shots will get me drunk? Ha! I can twenty just watch" Zack says.

I laugh hysterically. Who thinks fourteen shots gets us drunk? We're not drunk. The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. See? Not drunk.

"Please don't" The phone speaks again. I wish my phone spoke to me.

"I'm done with this conversation. Fuck you, you hot piece of crap" Zack tells the phone.

"You can't insult someone then call them hot. That like...subtracts the insult and equals a compliment" I explain to him. I don't know what Ms Parker was talking about. I'm good at maths.

"Fuck really? Could have told me sooner. Do you know how many insults I've subtracted by accident?" Zack mumbles and I laugh.

"You're obsessed" I sing out.

"I am not obsessed" Zack huffs.

"Oh quit lying you big baby. You adore him" I laugh, bopping his nose. "You spill bullshit...everywhere" Zack mumbles.

"Whateverrr" I sigh, resting my face on the top of the bar. It's cold. I like cold.

"Go talk to lover dude," I tell him. I'm like Cupid. Giving relationship advice out for free.