collide | central cee [completed]

protect

⚠️ trigger warning: sa ⚠️

oakley pov

the moon began to rise, signaling night had fallen. ricky's house was dimly lit and it was us and a few more other guys.

i didn't want to come at first. i don't even know why i decided to come. 

nevertheless, i had told a few females to pull up. who knows if they actually would tho. i was just tryna distract myself from adriana at all costs. it's more than obvious she hates my guts. understandably so.

music was blasting and everyone was chill. i took another sip from my bright red cup and leaned against the kitchen island. i honestly don't even know how much i've drank so far.

"yo, where your girl at?" one of ricky's friends asked ricky. ricky shrugged.

where my girl at is the real question. sheesh. 

i downed some more of my cup. "ay man, pour me some more?" i nodded at ricky and he obliged.

how could i ever do that to adriana? especially to her and her family. i felt guilty by the day. at least i'm feeling guilty with a 10k chain around my neck. still though.

the more time that passed, i could feel myself lose my own conscious judgement. what judgement did i ever have to begin with? 

i dragged my feet to go sit down on a couch and buried my face in my hands. 

"hey oakley" i heard a familiar voice sit beside me. i turned my head slowly. my vision was blurry but i could make out blonde hair and red lipstick. 

Stephanie. 

"hey steph, i'm glad you came" 

adriana's pov

i anxiously bounced my leg up and down. "girl, relax" drea giggled. she turned the car into ricky's driveway. there was already a couple of cars lined down the block. 

we exited drea's car and i nervously adjusted my outfit. i threw on a cute white top and denim shorts. 

i'm only here for drea. no one else. 

upon entering the house i noticed how much the guys outnumber the girls. i tried my best not to feel anxious about that. 

against my better judgement, i raced to the kitchen island where all the drinks resided. without hesitation, i poured myself some vodka and mixed with pineapple juice.

"hey, you need some help with that?" 

i looked beside me and looked up to meet eyes with a tall curly head. i've never seen this man in my life. i smiled and shook my head softly. "i think i got it, thanks" i replied to him.

he looked down at me and smiled. "i'm gerald" he stuck his hand out to shake hands. 

"adri" i smiled.

gerald poured himself a drink and we began talking. some time had passed and i didn't even realize i was already on my fourth cup. 

i should really slow down.

omniscent pov

music blasted through out the house. the tipsy teenagers socialized, played drinking games, etc. the more adriana drank, the less she cared about the reason why she didn't want to come.

meanwhile, oakley was busy somewhere else.

"wanna go upstairs? it's getting a bit crowded in here.." gerald, the boy adriana had just met, asked. "y-yeahhh lets go..." adriana slurred. she managed to fix herself another cup of vodka before leaving the kitchen.

gerald grabbed adriana's hand and led the two upstairs. surely he just wanted to talk, right?

in a different room, oakley had stephanie pinned to the bed. "f-fuck!" stephanie screamed as oakley thrusted himself into her.

"f-fuck adri..." oakley drunkenly moaned under his breath. "wait..." stephanie's jaw dropped. within seconds, oakley finished. 

he removed himself from stephanie and immediately fixed his pants.

"did you just call me adriana?" stephanie laid on the bed in disbelief. oakley let out a lazy laugh. "uhh.. shit.. maybe" he stumbled toward the door. "i need to pee" he thought to himself.

needless to say, oakley was drunk out of his mind.

adriana and gerald began gnawing on each others faces. usually, adriana stays away from making out at parties, but the drinks in her system removed her morals. 

gerald slowly let adriana down on the bed, laying her on her back. he positioned himself over her and started undoing her shorts. "w-wait.." adri managed to mutter.

"shh... it's okay" gerald cooed. within seconds, adriana's shorts were on the bedroom floor. 

"this can't be how my first time goes..." adriana thought to herself.

"wait n-no i don't wanna do this--" adriana tried to push gerald off of her but her strength was low. her vision was blurry. gerald pinned her arms to the bed. 

"let me..." gerald demanded. immediately, the bedroom door swung open. 

"t-his isn't the bathroom..." oakley stood at the door. "ay we're busy!" gerald shouted. 

"please no..." adriana drunkenly cried.

"adri?" oakley questioned. he shook his head to clear his vision, and the image of adri on the bed with her bottoms off, with tears in her eyes filled his sight. 

anger fueled through oakley's veins.

"hey man get the fuck off her!" oakley shouted. without thinking, oakley charged at gerald, pushing him off the bed and onto the floor. 

adriana managed to sit herself up on the bed and search for her shorts. her knees collided with the floor and she began to feel nauseated from all. the alcohol she had consumed. 

meanwhile, gerald was black and blue on the floor. oakley's knuckles covered in blood. 

"oh my god, adri!" drea stood at the door in disbelief.

people began to flood the bedroom and watch the fight. drea helped adri up and put her bottoms on. "oakley, stop!" ricky tried his best to pry oakley off of gerald.

"he was gonna hurt adriana!" oakley growled, still trying to swing. "relax man!" gerald whined. drea took adriana away from the scene before things could escalate.

ricky and another guy had managed to remove oakley from gerald. "youre good man.." ricky tried calming oakley down. tears flooded oakley's cheeks in anger. not even his best friend had seen him this distraught.  

others had rushed to geralds aid. "that bitch wanted it!" gerald said, still spitting up blood. 

"the fuck did you just say?" oakley messily reached for ricky's back pocket. 

"oak, no--"

pow, pow...

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a/n: working on next chapter as we speak :)