Whatever, Cowboy.

Graduation Party_2

⚠️Warning! ⚠️
This chapter contains strong language and should be read with maturity. Proceed at your own discretion.

Cold hands rush to Austin's torso, the figure's voice obsessively familiar. It is the voice he thinks of every night, every time he feels upset, and every time he scores a touchdown. "Heyy! Wake up. There's a... a-uh..." The deep calming voice paused its urgency to think; groaning as he gives up, "there's a pissed girl who's got a redder neck than my pa." His accent thick and confusingingly idiom filled.

"I... I was already up." Austin admitted sheepishly, the reason for his embarrassment unclear. Austin finally had the bright idea to pull his phone from his pocket and turn the flashlight on.

"What the hell? Where is your shirt, boy? It ain't that hot in 'ere." Tyler interrogates quickly.

"I was sleeping, and it was hot in ear a while ago." Austin mocks jokingly, finally standing up and retrieving his shirt from the corner. "Didn't mean to throw it that far, though."

The two snuck through the hallway where the sound of glass shattering became apparent, short screams following. Something about cheating on her or something. Austin peered past the staircase railing, anger rising as he sees who this bitch is loosing her top toward. He dashes down the rest of the stairs out of Tyler's reach as Aaron covers his 'bride-to-be' girl from broken blades of glass. "Hey, bitch! That's my best man there, watch your tongue before I kick my foot so far up your ass, you'll fly like a fuckin' football!" Austin threatened passive aggressively, his voice echoing through the house, other graduates tensing further in fear. "Get the hell out!" He demands, pointing to the front door. Giving her a minute, Austin glares the girl down as she opens her mouth to retort something back, but she closes her jaw as her eyes swell. Tears run down her face from before Austin's arrival drip on the floor as she runs for the door. After a deep breath, Austin turns the music higher and walks over to Aaron and his mistress reaching out a hand to lift them. "Sorry, man. I fell asleep upstairs, and I didn't hear her crazy ass." He apologized haphazardly. "You good? Need some cold water?"

"Nah, dude. There's no way someone wouldn't sober up after that shit..." Aaron responded, fully honest and aware. Austin pulled him into a hug, a tight manly hug that he knew Aaron hadn't had in a while.

"I'm so sorry, man." He repeats, eyes closed to avoid unwanted eye contact with anyone as his face weakens. Loosening his grip, Austin glances around before stopping his gaze on a whole bottle of something alcoholic. "I'm stealing this, g'night."

"Night, Austin. Love ya'." Aaron turns back to his newest girl, making sure she is okay. He may be a player when he sees someone better, but while the relationship lasts, the poor girls get treated like royalty.

Austin's face frowning slightly when he turns the corner to no avail of Tyler on the steps. Stalking up the stairs, he heard the classic disgusting sound of teenage romance radiating from the spare bedroom. "Damn it. I leave for five. fucking. minutes." He groans, finding anywhere else to go for the night. Suddenly, Austin turns to a pst-ing noise as if someone were calling a cat.

"Tyler? This is where you went?" Austin asked, subtly hiding a hoard of laughter.

"Yeah. Ya'll were busy yelling and screaming, so I came up 'ere." He replied heartily, scooting over to make room in the small crawl space of the towel closet. "I miss Jackson." He admits with a groggy voice.

Austin's heart sinks. Jackson? Does he have someone other than his cheat of a girlfriend? "Who's... Who's Jackson?" He manages to choke out, the closet becoming darker, more suffocating than before. Austin takes a quick gulp of the alcoholic drink to conceal some of his fear.