The New Boy

Chapter 24

"Come on Scott, it's boring here"

"I'm tired Kat..." I mumble quietly.

"You're mad at Alliso-"

"Don't talk about her..." I sigh, knocking back another shot. 

"Fine we won't talk" she shrugged before leaning in and pressing her lips onto mine.

"Adams?" the cell guard smirked, unlocking the door, "Your dad is here to pick you up" 

"Ugh finally..." I sighed, getting up and walking out of the lonely cell. My head was killing me and I don't even remember what I did to make my body ache so bad. I know that I left the party and went straight to another one, Katherine and Derek were there and... And then I don't recall. 

"Scott Tyler Adams, what the hell did you do" Dad stormed over, pulling me away from the smug looking guard and pulling me out of the station.

"I would tell you if I remembered"

"One party, one is all it took for you to relapse into old habits!" he growled, "I thought Allison would of looked after you!" 

"I guess you shouldn't trust a pretty face then" I grumbled as we got in the car. 

"Why, why do you always do this..." he sighed.

"Why is this my fault!?" I yelled.

"I get a call at five in the morning saying you're in a jail cell! This is definitely your fault! I know for a fact that Allison would nev-"

"SHE CHEATED ON ME!" I shouted, silencing my father instantly. His look of anger instantly turning to a look of worry. 

"Scott... Calm, remember what the doctor said" 

"How can you sit there and act like you've got everything figured out!? She left me! Just like mom left you!" 

"Don't talk about your mother like that!" 

"She was fucking her col-" 

"I SAID DON'T" he replied and brought the car to an abrupt halt outside the entrance to my school.

"Why are we here?!" 

"I got the call at five, left the house to get to the station for six, it's now six thirty. Go. To. School" 

"Dad I have a hangover" I protested.

"Then next time don't get wasted!... Go" he ordered, practically shoving me out of the car, "Oh, and you're grounded, for a month" 

I groaned and kicked the side of the car as he drove off, the father son fight had clearly caught the attention of a few students, "Son of a bitch!" I growled. I smelt like alcohol and cigarettes, my shirt was torn slightly and my head wouldn't allow me to see my hand in front of my face. Oh, great and my phone's gone. 

I walked up the steps of the school, trying to act as sober as I could. It's difficult when you smell like a brewery. Not too many people were here yet, thank god, so I retreated to the locker room to change into a clean shirt. 

When that was done I made my way to the door but something stopped me. 

"We have to find him" Lydia insisted. 

"Obviously, but I've tried his cell a thousand times. No answer" Dylan explained angrily, "Goddammit Allison why the hell would you do that!?" 

"I didn't... I don't" Allison stuttered. I backed away and leant against the locker. Not now, Scott don't pass out.