The Captains

Chapter 30

Never in a million years would I have imagined me on the porch of a Frathouse with five drunk guys at five at night. Never in a billion years would I thought I would have been drinking with them.

"The party starts at ten blondie." Another blond guy said to me

I rolled my eyes, "I'm here for Blake."

I sat next to him on the wooden swing.

"What can Blakers do for you? Oh no, what did Grayson do?" Blake asked as he handed me a drink

"What is this?" I asked

Blake grinned as he held up Welch's sparkling juice, "I know you don't drink unless you're with Cooper."

"The day after we met, he basically slept with Madison. Except he didn't put his dick in her vagina, so yeah. Oh and then Madison tried to sleep with him again yesterday and he didn't tell me. So I came here because my brother is two hours away and you're the next best thing." I vented

Blake looked at me shocked, "He what? He basically slept with her? The day after you met? On the football field or when your mom picked you up?"

Dammit.

"On the football field." I answered

"Holy shit." Blake drank "We're going to need a hell of a lot of alcohol, boys. Peterson and I have a lot of drinking to do. Wait I'm not gonna let you drink.

I took a sip of the sparkling juice. "Why?"

"Grayson would kill me and you have to drive back." Blake explained

Blake turned to me as another guy handed him two beers, "What did you say? Or do?"

"Well first, I think I started yelling, then I called him a whore, then I told him I couldn't even look at him, told him to leave but he didn't, so I did, now I'm here." I explained, "We signed our apartment application today."

Blake snickered, "That was a waste."

"Oh, I know." I sighed

"Did you cry? If you cry he immediately feels guilty." Blake questioned

I shook my head, "I didn't let him touch me, what about that?"

"Good move, Peterson." Blake complimented "God, old Grayson was such a hoe."

I noticed something.

"How are you not pissed the hell off?" I asked

Blake shrugged, "As bad as it sounds, I don't love Madison the way Grayson loves you or the way you love him. You're pissed at him because you care about him and you know there's a future. Don't get me wrong, Madison is a good time if we're talking about sex but we don't have a connection outside of the bedroom."

"What should I do?" I asked Blake

"You're mad at him for doing something before he truly realized love and passion and all that gooey stuff. Grayson was a whore before you two got it together, but drink up right now. Forget then forgive." Blake proposed

I held my hand my cup and he poured more sparkling juice in it.

I talked to Blake on the porch with a few drinks as the party guest began to pile in, which meant we had to go in. I sat down at a table while Blake promised he would be right back, but that was an hour ago.

Plus, I just wanted to go home. I felt bad so bad to what I did to Grayson, but at the same time I didn't.

-Grayson's POV-