Psych | C.H. AU

Part 4

A/N: Like I said at the end of the last chapter, this one is broken up differently. The session happens in the middle of the chapter. So you can either read them one after the other or if you wanted, you could go to the session chapter where I put a break, read it and then go back to the main chapter. But you do you.

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"That girl is totally checking you out, dude." Mitchell laughed as his drink sloshed around in his hand.

I turned in the direction he had pointed to see Rachel Turner. I had met her freshman year at orientation and we have always had this playful back and forth, but I knew nothing serious would ever come of it. She was the kiss and tell type and I was not into girls like that.

I took another gulp of my drink and shrugged. I wasn't particularly into hooking up much anyway.

Mitchell groaned loudly as our friends around us laughed at his drunkenness. "You're sooo boring."

"Shut up!" I laughed and pushed him in a joking manner.

A loud noise interrupted our banter and I instantly started bobbing my head to the tune before Mitch finally answered his phone.

"Good evening, sir!" He nodded his head along to whatever was being said to him. "Well that sounds like a great idea. See you soon!"

"See who soon?" I questioned as Mitch shoved his phone back into his pocket.

Without answering me, he turned to look out at the crowded bar. He threw his hands up into the air excitedly and yelled, "Kegger happening at Robbie Hagan's house right now!"

A smile appeared on my face as I followed after the crowd of people who were now leaving the bar. If there was free alcohol, I'd be there.

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I rolled over in bed and sighed loudly. Robbie's party. I hadn't even remembered the fact that we had left the bar that night. Robbie had only ever been an acquaintance over the years, but it was like an unspoken agreement that we were friends. Mitchell and him were close though, so of course we had been invited to his party.

My bare feet touched the cold wood floor as I pulled a pair of sweats over my boxers and headed out of my room. It was earlier than when I would normally get up, so as I crept down the steps I could hear as my parents talked in hushed tones.

"He's trying, John, really." My mother sounded irritated. "Can't you see how much harder you're making it for him?"

"I'm not doing anything," My father replied. "He knew better than to go out. He was being stupid."

"Don't say that," My mother talked over him. "He's your son for god's sake!"

"At the moment, I wish he wasn't."

My jaw clenched and my body tensed as he spoke those words. So after all this time I finally knew what my father really thought of me. Once a disappointment, always a disappointment.

As the room fell silent I turned the corner and stepped into the kitchen. I tried to act like I hadn't heard any of their conversation, but I guess my emotions got the best of me. There was a deep frown on my face as I glared over at my father for a brief moment.

"You're up early, Cal." My mother forced a smile.

I nodded not really wanting to talk to either of them.