MAXLEY //

Chapter 1- The start??

A/N: guys everything isn't canon or accurate cuz i like messing with the og storylines😈😈 and idk what to say anymore? I write this for fun, english isn't my 1st language so this might be ass and have lots of mistakes but oh well!! And i have honestly NO IDEA if Bean scene serves alcohol but here it does!!

****OH AND WARNING: This has slight mentions of possible ?alcohol addiction¿ idek myself, so if you are sensitive to that I suggest you to not read the fic****

》Max《

I was sipping my drink calmly in the Bean scene café. After winning the X-games we had been celebrating. Every day. For a week. With lots of alcohol. And guys, it is getting to me. I honestly feel very ass, my head hurts constantly and I'm struggling with school. I wouldn't say I'm addicted but... oh boy it feels good to drink.

Pj and Bobby sat at my table, both drinks in hands, laughing about some stupid shit. I placed my empty glass down, getting up slowly, trying to keep my balance.

"Guys.... I think...", a hiccup. "I think I'll head back to our room...", I slurred, rubbing my eyes. My bestfriends turned to face me, Bobby raising his eyebrow.
"Already? It's not even late?", Pj stated as he glanced at me with a suspicious look.

"I'm not feeling that well...", I mumbled and started heading out, grabbing support from the tables. I heard a chair creeking and steps behind me.

"I'll help you dude", Bobby said as he wrapped his arms around me and started walking me out. "Pj went to find Mocha, and I can't stand their flirting", my buddy laughed.

The cold breeze hitting my face sobered me up slightly as we entered the starry night, the stars shining and the moon casting us into its light. It was probably around midnight.

"This can't keep going on ya know?", my bestfriend said. "I know we're celebrating, but you are drinking way too much in such a short time"

I scoffed. Of course I knew that. But it was intoxiating. I'm not exactly drinking to numb any pain or depression, I'm drinking for fun.
"So what?", I shrugged as Bobby pulled out the key to our room and opened the door, pushing me in a bit too roughly.

"Your livers gonna fail ya", He said as he threw his jacket on his bed. "And you're always tired or distracted on lessons"

I plopped down on my bed, my brain starting to get foggy.
"I know that, Bobbie", I chuckled removing my hoodie, revealing the white tanktop under it. I could feel Bobbys concerned eyes on me.

"You better acknowledge it", the guy muttered as he climbed up to the top bunk bed, getting under the covers. I've never seen him this worried before. He usually is the jokester. Things must be really bad.

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I woke up with insane headache, which I did every morning. The hangovers weren't really fun the morning after. I grabbed a glass of water and a painkiller from my nightstand and chugged it down. Was it a red flag that I was prepared for this every morning? I questioned as I refilled the glass and placed it on the wooden nightstand. Bobby and Pj were gone, again. I had told them to not wait for me, because I really didn't crave breakfast due to my hangover, so I pulled on the usual red shirt and jeans and headed to my lesson.

I sat down next to Bobby, Pj sitting right behind us due to the new seating plan. Some kids were making trouble and the old professor couldn't calm them down so he simply changed the seating plan. Which was kind of unfortunate, because now I had a clear view of Bradleys occiput. (basically the back of the head)

We had barely interacted after the X-games, but he never wasted a change of giving me a dirty look when I passed him in the hallways. After losing his downfall begun. Tank cut him off completely and left the Gammas and Bradley let it happen. And many others followed after Tank, but Bradley quickly found new members, and he got a new right hand. Mike. He was pretty buff guy with tattoos, but nothing compared to Tank. Bradleys popularity shrunk after losing, but he managed to keep his ground.