It Wouldn't Have Happened Sober

Chapter 5

Dean Jinks

I need to get a job. Maybe that song Jay keeps singing is true.

"Say no way, say no way, no wa-ay. Na na why don't you get a job!"

It's getting annoying now. That bastard.

"My friend has a boyfriend and she hates that dick!"

He can't even sing.

"She tells me everyday..." There is a long pause. Is...is it over? Has he finally decided not to punish me with his banshee-like singing? "Dean, what's the rest of the words?"

Yes. Finally. He's ceased his wailing.

"Why would I tell you so you can carry on singing terribly?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"Fine. I'll just sing something else to try and get you to get a job," Kay mutters. He crosses his arms and thinks.

He makes this really...strange face when he's thinking. He screws up his nose and furrows his brow, and it sorta looks like he's mashed his face up against a window.

Very attractive.

I smile slightly and wait for him to start singing again.

He's been acting quite strange over the past few days. Like he's avoiding me, except from not avoiding me at the same time. So like being there but not ever actually talking to me. He just sings to tell me something so it's not direct. He's weird.

I wonder what's up. He didn't get this bad when he found out I like him. Or maybe it has just dawned on him. I have no idea.

I suppose it could be worse. He could...

A cushion hits me in the face and I flinch slightly because, really, how many people actually expect a cushion to be thrown at them when they're clearly thinking about something.

"I said, when will they be here?" Kay asks, rolling his eyes.

"Who?" I scratch the back of my head and throw the cushion back at him.

"The people you've invited for my stag night," Kay says, sighing. He sits down next to me. "Look, you really don't have to do this if you find it uncomfortable. But then again, you might be able to get over it, which you will because, really, it's stupid, and move on to someone else."

I glare at him and stand up. "If you don't want me there, just say," I snap.

He sighs and rubs his forehead with his index finger. "Stop making it about you."

"You just made it about me. I have organised it for them to come here at five. You can carry on without me and choose a new best man out of them 'cause you clearly don't want me anywhere near you. I've also made arrangements for you to stay somewhere else for the rest of the time." I take a deep breath and sigh. "Good bye." I stormed out of the flat.

"Dean!" was the last I heard of him.

Kay asked me way too early to be his best man. And I really shouldn't have said yes. The wedding was soon and he'd only just told me...at that moment. What kind of friend was he really? Why would I like him if he would just cast me aside like that?

It didn't add up. I wanted to lose him, but how? And did I really want to?

My life is just one big blur of random questions that need to be answered but only I can. And that's messed up.

I look around me, taking in where my feet had taken me...and I really don't wanna be here.

I press against the wall of an alley way and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to think of a reason why I would be here.

I open them again after hearing some footsteps approach me, and sniggering.

Five men surround me. One with a knife.