School Hours (Frerard) [Completed!]

Chapter Twenty - Expect the Unexpected?

                 

Chapter 20

Another party, here we go.

It was apparently some girl's birthday or something, and she had convinced her parents to throw a 'small party', which was completely ruined as soon as the football team from my school found out and took it upon themselves to invite the whole school.

I was in severe need of getting shit-faced, so, naturally, I went. I was there with only Pete and Ray, but we were having a great time, especially with the amount of alcohol that had magically appeared in our hands.

"God bless, I love this song!" Pete screams right into my ear as his dancing gets more frantic and... elaborate, complete with flapping hands and head thrashing. I simply laugh, the booze in my system bubbling through my veins and making me feel quite happy.

The only one who wasn't drunk off their ass in our small group was Ray; the designated driver. Poor man, he was missing out on some delicious fucking vodka. Despite not drinking, he sure looked to be having an amazing time. He had ditched us to dance –grind- with some girl on the dance floor.

That was okay though, Pete and I had each other.

As I dance with Pete, the plastic hand in my hand ends up flying to the other side of the room, and we both look at it for a second before giggling madly.

Suddenly, there's another person joining us. Not in the giggling, but they stand next to me, swaying. When I look over, I notice its Kyle from school, but there's something different about him. My drunk-self takes a small moment trying to decipher it, and I finally notice it's his red eyes.

I gasp. "You did not get high without me!"

He laughs, loud and echo-y, and throws an arm over my shoulders, his forehead resting on the side of my head, like he needs support to stand up or otherwise he will fall.

"Got some wonderful dope in my pocket, Iero, wanna join me?" Kyle's alcohol impregnated breath hits my ear, and how could I say no to pot? I try to nod, which makes me dizzier, so instead I give him a wide grin, which fortunately, he takes as a yes, and starts gently tugging me to the staircase.

When I look back to say bye to Pete, or ask him if he wanted to join us, he's already struggling to get up on a table to dance, so I decide to let him be.

We stumble up the stairs and into a relatively small, pink bedroom, complete with princess duvet and butterflies painted on the walls. I would feel bad for the owner about smoking weed in their room, but right now all I can do is flop face-first on the mattress, Kyle giggling behind me as he falls on his back.

Our eyes meet and we give each other drunken smiles, confirmation to get high as fuck. We move into a sitting position, cross-legged and facing each other on the single bed as he extracts the drug from his pocket, along with papers to roll the joint.

I fumble with my pockets as he licks the paper and seals it, giving a triumphant sound when I finally find my lighter, and light the spliff placed in between Kyle's lips. Once it's lit, he passes it over to me, and I have to close my eyes as I inhale.

"Fuck, that's some good shit," I say as my head lulls back and I take a second drag. "Been too long, missed it," I mumble broken sentences as I take yet another drag, and this time, Kyle takes it from my lips with his own hand.

"Sharing is caring, Iero," He grins around the joint. As we pass it around, we begin to make small talk, which would be awkward if we weren't both so drunk and high at the moment.

"How's your college dude?" Kyle simply shrugs. "Come on, man, tell me all the details, did you fuck yet?" He shakes his head, laughing and scratching at his neck. "Did you even tell him?"