Side Effects

Before: Logan Helios

He ran.

Or at least, he wanted to.

He knew how it all looked like; him stereotypically having a girl in his lap; that same girl sucking his face out. He admitted to himself that he was proud of this wall he'd built around pretty much everybody into thinking he was a fuckboy. He also knew his façade didn't fool Wes. Or Jared. Or Evan.

Momentarily unsucking himself from whoever had thrown themselves at him, he grabbed a beer and took huge gulps. The girl watched from his lap as he took in the atmosphere of his boy Wes' party. He noted he was sitting in a red leather chair. He had a girl--pretty enough--wrapped around his little finger. Lights were swinging everywhere, the music blasting at every direction. And of course, Girls. Dancing, grinding, red solo cups, he analyzed. Hey, girls and drinking were all that high school parties were about, he defended himself in his head.

Jared momentarily showed up, clapping a hand on his buddy's shoulder and greeting his buddy's next distraction with a kind smile.

"Mind if I borrow him for a second?" He asked politely to the girl, grabbed his arm, and saved his friend from another broken hearted chick.

Both boys walked into a secluded room at the end of the hall, known to their whole gang as the "we-need-to-talk-NOW-stop-screwing-around-room". Jared quietly shut the door. He looked around at the old pictures of his best friends that adorned the walls; Wes's parents really loved us.

Jared crossed his arms and stared at his friend. "You know what would've happened if I didn't stop you."

He looked back at Jared, leaned against the door, and put his head into his hands. He knew he messed up. Again. All of his friends have been making an effort to make his life ten times better then what it actually has been: complete shit. He only had one excuse. Her. He just couldn't get her out of his head.

Her.

She whispered at his mind when he was at his highest high and his lowest low. She appeared at every second of everyday, wherever whenever. She touched him whenever he touched another girl. She haunted him, and he'd had enough of her ghost.

Jared stared down at his best friend, practically hearing his thoughts through his skull and into his ears. He knew what he was going to say.

He looked back up at Jared, knowing that he was making a life changing decision.

"I'm ready. I'm ready to let go."

To be continued.