Don't Ask, Don't Tell

Friday (At the Party)

It is currently 10:42 PM. I got here at about 7:00PM. I'm sitting in the upstairs hallway outside of the bathroom, trying not to throw up. All I can do is repeat the same thing over and over to myself.

My name is Trevor Nott. I am seventeen years old. I am a Senior in high school. I'm at a party for my ex-girlfriends birthday, and I'm so drunk I can't see straight. It'll be okay. It'll be okay. It'll be okay...

It wasn't helping though. I remember that I wanted to stop feeling so hurt, now I'm just hurt with slurred words and beer goggles. I barely made it up the stairs. I don't know why I came up here. I think I'm hiding from someone but I can't remember who.

The bathroom door finally opened and it was now my turn go, and I really had to piss. After I stumbled around I finally managed to get into the bathroom and relieve myself. After I drunkenly washed my hands I locked the door and looked at myself in the mirror. I was shocked to see dried blood coming from my nose and bottom lip. Did I get hit? When did this happen? I closed my eyes and tried to remember. Suddenly I got a vague memory of playing a stupid drinking game with jenga blocks. I think I remember myself kissing some dudes girlfriend on a dare block and then pain all over my face. Ouch. I deserved that.

I washed the blood off of my face which actually helped me sober up a little bit. I was able to remember I'm hiding from Sammy. She got super drunk with me and told me to meet her in her room. I guess even drunk me doesn't want to sleep with her.

After I stared at myself in the mirror a little longer I decided I should go back downstairs and join the party. I didn't want to drink anymore, but I wanted to talk to someone, I needed it.

When I got downstairs I looked around for my usual group of friends. There's usually about five of us, six with me included. There's Connor, Aedan, Ian, Lucas, and Jason. We have almost every class together. Thick as thieves, known for our stupid antics. Surely I'll cheer up if I chill with them.

I spotted them hanging out by the keg. They'd hooked some poor unsuspecting freshman who most likely party crashed into participating and they wouldn't let him go. I felt sorry for the kid as I watched. Don't get me wrong I like my friends, but sometimes I don't understand why we do these kinds of things. Suddenly I really wanted to get out of this house.

I was about to slip away unseen when Aedan noticed me and grinned.
"Aye! Trevor! Come to join the fun?!" He shouted over the loud music.
"Yeah, what do we have here?" I shouted back, allowing myself to be sucked into their ways.
"We found this scrub party crashing, says he's friends with a junior who got invited. Can't find the junior, so we thought we'd show him what partying is like!" Ian explained while forcing the freshman's head down so he'd continue to drink. I was about to say he'd had enough and we should probably let the poor guy go, but I never got a chance.

Out of nowhere this girl flung herself at Aedan and started screaming. She was swearing up and down at us. It was kind of funny, she was really short and compared to our heights she looked ridiculous scolding us. I looked at her more closely when she finally stopped rushing around. She had red hair and glasses, I'd never seen her before so I assumed she was also a freshman. She helped the other guy up since Ian had dropped him to avoid being hit when she was having her episode. I watched them walk away and then walk out the front door. I hoped they would get home okay.

My attention was snapped back to the guys when I heard them all burst into laughter. I smirked and sat down on the nearest couch.
"That was insane!" Jason got out between laughs.
"Yup. You guys are masterminds." I said sarcastically, thankfully no one noticed.

They all started drinking and pushing each other around, rating and whistling at the girls that walked by. I was barely paying attention but no one seemed to care. I looked at the time on the giant wall clock above the TV. It was 11:23 PM. It was late, I wasn't really tired but I really didn't feel like being here anymore.

As I was about to get up and make some excuse to go home, I heard my phone go off. I unlocked it and saw that I had 1 unread text message. I opened it.

Having fun? It sure looks like you aren't.

The text was from a number that wasn't saved in my phone. I looked around but there were too many people on their phones to figure out who sent the text. I was just about to respond and ask who this person was and how they got my number when I got another message.

Meet me downstairs. Come alone. There's something you should see.

I quickly looked towards the basement entrance. There were so many people around but I swore for a split second I saw someone go through the door before it closed. What the hell?

Ooooh the plot thickens! Jk not really, you all knew that was gonna happen. Would you go if you got a message like that? I probably would, with a weapon of course. Who do you think is sending those messages? Find out in the next chapter!