A SKY FULL OF STARS

chapter eleven, strange

Gibsie's Pov

Life without Lyla felt bleak. Gibsie couldn't deal with it. He needed her, he needed her to make him feel whole.

Johnny had dragged his solid body from Lyla last night, and when Gibsie didn't feel her warmth, his heart felt empty.

He had never had a problem with girls before, so why was this certain one giving him so much trouble?

As he laid on Johnnys couch, he stared blankly at the ceiling.

Gibsie knew what depression felt like, but this was different. It felt like someone was squeezing his heart again and again.

A loud groan emitted from the brunette boy beside him, and Gibsie slowly looked over at him.

"God I feel like a wreck." Johnny groaned, bringing his hand over his face.

"You look like one." Gibsie snapped back, annoyed.

Johnny pulled himself to a half sitting position, "What's your problem lad?"

Gibsie sighed, clicking his tongue. "Lyla."

"Shan's sister?" Johnny raised an eyebrow.

Gibsie glared at him, "Who else?"

Johnny raised his hands in mock defense, "Fine. What's the deal?"

Gibsie grumbled under his breath, "She fucking rejected me. I stood like a pussy admitting my fucking feelings, and she told me that I deserved better. What a goddamn joke."

Johnny breathed in deeply, "Ah fuck. You're whipped mate."

Gibsie glared at him and kicked him off the couch, "As if you aren't."

Gibsie had every plan to stalk Lyla at school, he needed to know what was going on. Was there a different guy?

Johnny and him went to school, both too hungover to even speak.

He sauntered down the hallway, glowering at anyone who tried to speak to him, he really wasn't in the mood.

He spotted her small head, he looked away when she turned around.

Her look of surprise caught him off guard, and he could barely control himself. He wanted to walk over and kiss her until she admitted she wanted him back.

But he didn't, he walked right past her, even though he couldn't ignore the ache in his chest.

He went to rugby practice, not speaking. His teammates were confused, usually Gibsie was the one who brightened everyone's day.

He stalked onto the pitch, not in the mood for anyone's bullshit.

He ran laps, faster than he ever did. His anger coursed through him. His passes were clean, but nothing was cheering him up.

He ripped off his shirt at the end of practice, his abs flexing with sweat. He ran a shaky hand through his blonde curls, he was anxious and he didn't even know why.

He muttered a goodbye to the lads but Hughie stopped him. He mentioned a party at Patrick's later that night, and Gibsie really had nothing better to do.

He threw on a blue polo, and a pair of khaki shorts. He looked like a typical rugby prick, but he didn't care. He had money and he didn't care if he flaunted it.

He grabbed three of his mam's bottles of Noble Vodka, the most expensive one she had. He lacked impulse control, but he just didn't care anyone.

He drove his range rover to the familiar house of Pat Feely, one of his best lads.
He sauntered up to the door, hearing music blaring.

He walked in, surprised at how many people were there. He muttered hi's to his lads, but for the main part headed straight towards the drinks.

He set his bottles of vodkas down and got to drinking. He tried different drinks, vodkas, beers, and even a glass of scotch.

To say that he was plastered would be an understatement. He felt a cheesy grin form on his face, and he didn't deny the girl who placed herself on his lap. His hands reached her waist, and gripped it tightly.

He closed his eyes, tilting his head back slightly. He couldn't stop thinking about Lyla, his fingers pushed deeper into the girls waist.

He started to make out with her, not being able to take the pain in him any longer. The girl happily reciprocated.

Gibsie wrapped a hand in her hair, pulling her closer.

Gibsie drank more vodka, as he took a breath from kissing her.

"God Lyla." He muttered softly.

The girl got off of him, and shoved at his chest. "What the hell?" She glared at him, shoving his hands off of her.

Gibsie gave her a confused, drunk expression. "What'd I say?"

He hears a few of the boys chuckling, and he just shrugs. He didn't really care as the girl ran off upset, even though he knew that was an asshole move.

He groaned, looking around the room. He paused when his eyes locked on her. Lyla.

He squinted her eyes at her, and he noticed her eyes tearing up as she stared at him.

He jumped out of the seat, rushing towards her, wanting to explain himself.

"Good luck with that lad." One of his friends chuckled, and Gibsie shot him a deadly glare.

Gibsie rushed over to Lyla, trying to catch up to her.

"Lynch!" He yelled, his voice still tipsy.

She ignored him, storming away. "Lyla stop!"

She stopped, and turned around forcefully.

"You're a bastard." She pursed her lips together, "Fucking asshole."

His jaw clenched, "And why is that?"

She shook her head, her eyes still holding unshed tears, "Seriously!"

He glared back down at her, stepping closer. "You were the one who rejected me, remember that."

She stepped closer as well, their bodies close. "So you go fucking make out with Casey?"

"Who the hell is Casey?" He drug a hand down his face, his voice exhausted.

Lyla chuckled, but there was no humor in it. "The girl that you just had your tongue down her throat!"

Gibsie frowned, and grabbed Lyla's arm. "I'm so fucking sorry." He mutters, still drunk.

"You're drunk off your ass." She concluded, stepping away from him.

"Go to hell Gibsie." She muttered darkly, storming away.

He just stood there, watching as her body disappeared into the huge crowd of people.

Johnny walked over towards Gibsie, pausing when he saw his heartbroken expression.

"God Gibs I didn't even think." He said, looking shameful. "I brought her here with Shan."

Gibsie shrugged him off, walking away. "Whatever man."