The Walter Boys Assistant

Chapter 24: A Sudden Realization

~Third POV~

The splitting migraine awoke Alex from his deep sleep. Darkness encompasses the bedroom, causing him to believe it's still late in the night. Yet, discovering Nathan's neatly made bed has him questioning that. He braves the light, tapping his phone's screen to check the time. It practically blinds him and sends sirens screeching in the forefront of his head.

One swift glance at the center of the screen gives him the time before he flips it over in a rush to return to his dark solitude.

"Shit." He gripes to himself. The time he found was much, much later than he thought it would be. One PM, to be exact. Not only did he crash the moment he made it to his bed last night, but he slept the entire day away.

Most of the night is a haze. People blurred in places of which he tries to recall. Big details come to mind, like how everyone split up and he went off with (Y/n). Alex knew she was doing her best to distract him from Cole and Jackie. She even drank with him, something she never does.

What else? Spin the bottle. Yeah, he remembers ending up there. As to why, he can't say. Between (Y/n)'s hatred for teen party games and his lack of social skills, it was difficult to decipher how they ended up there.

When the vibration sends his phone dancing across the top of his nightstand, he takes a glance hurriedly. It's a notification of someone tagging him in a post on Instagram. That's odd.

Just as he goes to open the notification, his phone rings. The raucous has him scrambling to answer the call. The noise now a dagger being dragged from the temple of his forehead, through to his brain.

"Hello?" His throat is scratched up to the point his voice is unrecognizable to himself.

"You haven't been online, have you?" Danny cuts to the chase and Alex props himself upright against the headboard.

"I just woke up. Why?" He reaches around and draws the blinds open. It hurts, but he needs to get up and around for the afternoon before one of his parents finds him still in bed. They would know that he had to have been drinking at the party if he was still in bed this late.

"Don't look at anything."

"What are you talking about?" Alex respires before placing the call on speaker and opens the message.

Whatever words Danny fumbles out to explain isn't heard. Not when Alex watches a video of himself decking Dylan square in the face.

As soon as Dylan crumples inward and collects his hands to his face, Alex goes to another tag he was in.

This one, (Y/n) is by his side and has a death grip on his arm. He has Dylan pinned to a wall, crinkling up the jock's shirt between his pale knuckles. The look on his face in the video is terrifying. A death glare directed at Dylan in such a sharp manner, he could cut himself on it.

The caption on the post reads, "In case some of you missed Dylan's summer bash last night - he ended up getting a fistful from Alex Walter after making out with (Y/n)! Never a dull moment with the Walter's around!" 

"Shit. That actually happened?" Alex groans internally, closing his eyes to try and fight the pain in his head. Part of him thought it to be a crazy dream.

"Yeah..." Danny's voice returns to his ears and Alex sits there before sighing.

"Do you know what all happened?"

"All Cole told me was you punched Dylan. He hasn't given details." The thespian divulges while Alex swings his legs off the bed and collects himself to stand.

As he scours his memory to remember the details of the event, it comes back empty. There was a reason Alex jumped Dylan; he said something. He remembers getting angry beyond all common sense, and seeing red in his vision as he lunged at Dylan.