Chapter 5: The Secret Affair: Part 2

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James's POV:

*30 minutes later* 

I lay beside Chloe's sexy ass body. She smelled like vanilla and it was so intoxicating. I opened my nightstand to pull out a blunt and a lighter. 

I flicked the BIC lighter and waited for my blunt to be lit. Smoke slowly came out of it and I took a drag. I let out circles of smoke. 

Chloe took the blunt for me and took a big drag. She blew steam out of her nose like she was a dragon. 

I chuckled softly and took the blunt from her. We passed it back and forth until we got high. She doesn't know I spiked her shot when I was over by the cabinet. I feel bad that I did it, but also no because I've wanted to bang her for the longest time.

Her best friend though, on the other hand, she's different. She's not a one-night-stand kind of gal. She's too pure for me, not that it's a bad thing for her. I mean I'm glad she's not like other girls in our school.

Maybe one day, I could picture myself with her. Just not yet. Maybe I'll get to know her more. I don't know.

As I wrestled with my thoughts, I heard the door open. It was Chloe all dressed, hair fixed, and leaving. She didn't say a word. I grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels from my mini-fridge and drank it all. I don't know why, but it felt right. 


Ow my head hurts. Uh oh. I feel nauseated. Here it comes! I rushed over to the bathroom as quickly as I could. 

30 minutes later and a toilet full of my vomit, I finally passed out. The rest of the night was I was in a deep and dreamless sleep. 

*The next morning*

I awoke in my bed, completely dressed and clean. What the hell happened last night and wasn't I in the bathroom? Why is my head feeling all woozy? I looked over to my night stand and there was a glass of water. 

I drank the water as quick as I could. Then, I glanced at the clock. F*ck! It's 10:30 AM. I don't even remember when I passed out. 

"James Richard Parker!" I heard my mom yell from downstairs. Sh*t! You know you f*cked up when your mom calls you by your whole name.

I got up out of my bed and proceeded down the steps into the kitchen where mom usually was. "You want to tell me why my house is a looks like a tornado went through it? And why I found you passed out on the bathroom floor covered in your own vomit?" She asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Um alcohol?" I asked, not knowing how else to describe it because my head was still pounding. I could see mom was pissed as hell. 

"Yeah no sh*t, son. I don't care who brought it. I don't care what went down, but you're grounded until I say so. And that means no sports. No dating. Nothing. You are going to sober up and you are going to do as we say because you've proven you cannot function as an adult." Dad said, in a stern voice. 

"But dad!" I protested. "But nothing, James. My word is final. Now go get started cleaning the house while I help your mother make breakfast. You can't come into the kitchen until you've at least cleaned the family room and our den." He said, in a serious tone. 

"Fine!" I said and I mumbled the words "You dick." My dad's face turned red. Oh f*ck. He heard that. "You know what? I was going to be lenient and allow you to keep driving my Maserati to school, but you want to be disrespectful. I'm taking the keys back, and you'll have to take the school bus like regular kids. And I'm not paying your phone bill this month." He said, angrily. 

"That's not fair!" I proclaimed. "Well you should've thought about that when you decided to trash our house and disrespect your own father." He said, condescendingly. 

I let out a sigh of frustration and went to go do what my dad said. No use making my punishment worse by standing there trying to argue with him. 

Does he ever think that I drink because I want to forget how much of an asshole he is? Always talking down to me. Always telling me I'm a f*ck up. Always telling me I'll never amount to anything. Always telling me I don't have a brain and I'll never get into Harvard like he did. He studied law, so now he thinks he's better than everyone. 

I started picking up all the trash in our family room. The sofas were covered in glitter and puke. Who the f*ck brought glitter? Oh right, we had some slutty faeries here. I rolled my eyes.

I really didn't meant to trash my parent's place. I don't want to be a spoiled rich kid who thinks they can disrespect whoever they want- including their parents. I wish I didn't even have the party. 

Oh shit. I just remembered. I f*cked Alexa's best friend. Oh. My. God. I hope she doesn't say anything. I mean she'd be just as screwed as me if she told Alexa. I never meant to hurt Alexa.

It was the alcohol. Yeah. The alcohol. I didn't want to, but the alcohol made me. I let out a sigh. Really, James? You're going to blame alcohol for this and not man up to it. Wow. You have lost your way. 


Nick would be so disappointed in you. A feeling of melancholy washed over me. My little brother, who died in a car accident a couple years ago. He was only 9. I swore to him, I would never abuse alcohol.

The lady who hit him died on impact because her BAC was .2%. He died on the way to the hospital. I was with him in that ambulance. I held his hand as he took his last breath. I'll never forget that moment.  

*A/N: I hope you enjoyed the 2nd part. :) How do you like the addition of his parents? And his poor little bro? Let me know in the comments. Be sure to vote if you liked this chapter. Thanks for reading.*



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