I woke up to like 8 million texts. The brightness of my screen hurt my eyes as I unlocked it, seeing it was 1 am.
I had been added into a group chat with Margo, Luke, Michael, and an unknown number that I assumed was Calum's. Adding his contact, I read through the texts, all trying to get my attention.
All of them said my name, half of them misspelled, so I knew they were drunk.
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To Group Chat:
•Guys shut the fuck up im home
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Luke:
•Who's homw????
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To Group Chat:
•Your home stupid now shut up I'm sleeping
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Calum:
•Sorry to do this Cas, but can you wait outside for us? I'm driving Luke and Michael home since they're drunk. Need your help.
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To Group Chat:
•If you quit texting and driving I will.
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Calum:
•It's voice to texas, and fine.
•Text shit
I climbed out of bed, turning on the light and walking downstairs.
Opening the front door, the moist air hit me and I closed it, waiting outside.
Ten seconds later, their car pulled into the driveway, and I walked over to the passenger side, pulling Michael out as Calum got Luke.
Cal locked his car and we walked inside the house, setting them both on the L-shaped couch.
"I'll get them some water," the raven haired boy said before retreating into the kitchen.
I sat awkwardly in the corner between them sprawled out.
Michael reached up and tugged a piece of my hair. "You're pretty," he slurred.
"Thanks, Michael, but that hurts."
He crawled forward so his head lay on my thigh.
"I feel sick."
God, he was like a child while drunk.
"The last time I got drunk was when we had sex, and it was the greatest sex in the universe."
I furrowed my brows. "Wait, what?"
Luke swung his arm towards Michael. "Why'd you fuck my best friend, man? You suck."
"He didn't, Luke."
"Yes you did," Michael exclaimed.
"How was it?," Luke whispered.
"Mate, I just fucking said it was good."
Luke's eyes widened before looking up at me. "Will you have sex with me?"
"Luke! No!" Needless to say I was surprised.
"Why'd you almost have sex with that guy yet you won't fuck my friend?," Michael's glazed green eyes bore into mine.
"What's going on?," Calum asked as he walked in with 2 glasses of water.
"Cassie fucked Michael and almost had sex with someone and now she won't have sex with me," Luke slurred, pouting.
Calum sat Luke and Michael up, giving them the water. "Drink this. Now."
As they drank Calum smirked at me. "So Michael, huh?"
I rolled my eyes. "Apparently. The only other time I can remember him drunk was the day we met and- oh."
I suddenly remembered Michael pulling me into an empty bedroom where we had 5 minute sex before falling asleep. He didn't last that long.
"Did you have sex with that other guy, Anthony I think his name is, though? You disappeared half an hour later," Calum asked.
I bit the inside of my cheek. So his name was Anthony. "Not exactly."
He nodded, taking the glasses from the sobering boys next to me and walked back into the kitchen.
