Oakley {BoyxBoy & FIN}

Chapter Twenty

Sip, sip, the pain away,

go inside my veins,

and make it all go away.

Smoke filled the air,

squeezing my lungs.

No matter the vodka and cigs,

the pain stayed

and clouded my way.

~~~~~

"Just leave us alone!"

"How can you say that to me? I'm your friend!"

"I'm nothing to you and you're nothing to me, got it?"

"Shut the fuck up! I wasn't talking to you!"

"Tate, you're hurting me!"

I swallowed the burning vodka and slammed my shot glass on the counter. I raised my hand for another round and the bartender narrowed at me before he poured vodka in the glass.

The bartender leaned his elbows on the counter and raised an eyebrow. "How old are ya, kid?"

I pursed my lips. "Eighteen. Is there a problem?"

He leaned back and shook his head. He walked away to take someone's else order and I was left alone with my thoughts. Curtis called me for couple times before he stopped and started texting me. He knew I would text better than call but I wasn't in the mood to see anyone. I wasn't in the mood to even fuck a chick. Not because of Oakley that wouldn't disappear, it was because I felt like shit. I almost killed someone, I almost killed the guy that I had a crush on. I broke Aggie's heart by being a raging bull and scared her and Oakley to death.

I gulped the vodka again and leaned my head on the counter. I screwed up, that was for sure. I couldn't say sorry to Oakley because that was my second chance and I blew it. Aggie was completely done with my cold attitude and impulsive anger towards everyone. If only he didn't kiss Grant. If only he didn't act like a dumbass. If only he wasn't so damn...annoying, kind, and just plain stupid. I couldn't completely blame Oakley for what he did because Aggie said, he could kiss anyone who wanted to, and he did. If I only told him how I felt about him but I was too confused and took my anger out on him when it should be only for Grant.

I sat up and turned around and saw men and women grinding on each other. One girl caught my eye. She was swaying her hips, her arms in the air and they were moving calmly. She was swinging her head back and forth but still had the time to make eye contact with me. I got up from my seat and pushed and past people to get to her. When I finally got to her, she smiled as her hair stick to her forehead. I grabbed her waist and we danced to the sexual song that started to blasted.

She got close to my face and whispered in my ear, "Let me take you home."

I moved my hands to her hair and kissed her roughly. When she was going to deepen the kiss, I pulled back and smirked. She smirked back and grabbed my hand, pushing people out of the way and make her way outside.

I guess I did have time for sex.

~~~~~

I stumbled out of the girl's house and into the cold morning. I hugged myself and let out a sigh, my breath showing in the air. Before I left, I made sure I brushed my teeth and left a note on the girl's counter. It was the first time doing something like that, saying I had a fun night and good morning but I can't stay. I was debating she would care or not but it felt good to know that you didn't kick someone out your house after a good fuck. It felt nice...to be nice, for once.

I groaned when a shot of pain went to my head. I looked around and found some people jogging or walking calmly in the streets and I wondered what time it was. I fished out my phone but found it was dead. I groaned again and knew Curtis was going to lecture me about not answering the phone and where the hell I was. Why couldn't he trust me? Oh, that's right. "I'm a raging alcoholic teenager who doesn't give a fuck about anything but himself."

I rolled my eyes and walked inside a coffee shop that had a few people. I would do anything to get out of the morning breeze. I walked to the counter and flashed the cashier a small smile.

"Can I have a small black coffee? Just dump all the milk you have," I said and paid the cashier five dollars.

I leaned my hip on the counter and looked around the small shop. It was quite beautiful. My mother would love it here. She looked everything bright, loved Christmas like lights, and loved flowers in random places. It would be more of a flower shop than a coffee shop and I was fine with both. I relaxed my shoulders and a ghostly smile appeared on my face. She would smile happily at random customers, ask everyone how they were doing, tell them about Curtis and I, and maybe sell her oddly yet gorgeous flowers that she seed in her yard and inside the house.

I would die to see her smile again.

My eyes rest upon a guy with a black hood and he was shivering rapidly. I looked around the shop and noticed that the AC was blasting like crazy. I took off my jacket and placed it around the guy. He looked up with wide eyes and I sent him a smile before I turned around to grab my coffee. I was going to leave when someone caught my wrist. I looked over my shoulder and saw the guy again.

"Y—you don't know me?" He whispered.

I fully turned around and analyzed his face. His eyes were dark chocolate eyes that were filled with disbelief, pain, and a bit of sadness. His hair was a mixer of purple and blue and white and it was in a bed head style. However, his lip and eyebrow was busted and his right eye was swollen. Behind all the bruises, my eyes widen and his name escaped from my lips.

"Mica?"

He smiled and let go of my wrist. "Hi Tate."

I dropped my coffee and hugged the life out of Mica.