It's Raining Blood and Revenge

···The Jock····

····The Jock····

Nolan Gerard Funk as Damian Javier

"Damian, dude, you see that chick over there?" my best man Alex asked me, pointing to a girl dancing mindlessly. Her blonde hair was messy and frizzy and she was clearly drunk off her ass.

"Yeah, what about her?" I replied. Alex chuckled.

"I bet'cha I could bang her tonight."

"With a girl that drunk? Dude, she'd sleep with anything." I laughed. Alex rolled his eyes and clunked his beer against mine, making a toast.

"You never know..." he said walking towards the girl. My god, this boy cannot keep his pickle in his pants. I turned and started walking towards a group of people that were also in football. I mean, seriously? The captain of the football team cannot be seen without a group of buddies or two girls on his shoulders. I glanced around, giving quick waves to girls and guys. What can I say? I'm in the in-group. I walked up to the group and wrapped my arm around one of my friends, Bryan.

"Hey, Damian! What's up, bro?" he asked. I shrugged.

"Just came to say hi," I glanced at the two girls in front of me and smirked. "Ladies..." I said. They squealed.

"Where's Alex?" Bryan asked.

"With some girl."

"What'd she look like?" I rolled my eyes. How was I supposed to know? It's not like I was stalking her or anything like--you didn't shave this morning.

"I dunno, blonde, had a really nice pack, really drunk..." was all I could manage to remember.

"Ah, that's Audrey. You know, Mallory's best friend?" Bryan said. I nodded my head. I didn't know much of Mallory's friends--but she did have a nice body.

"Well, me and Kelly are going to go... to a frat house." Bryan said. I raised my eyebrows in surprise and tightened my grip around his neck.

"Well, here's a toast to you! But remember, they're legal so they can use any technique they want." I reminded. Kelly, Bryan's girlfriend, punched me in the arm before they got into their car. I sighed again, leaving the group to go inside. I looked around for anyone who wasn't wasted off their minds, but all I saw were people passed out on the couches and vomit almost everywhere. I grunted and made my way upstairs when a hand pulled me back. I arched my back when I felt a hand play with my belt.

"Hi Damian... I didn't know you were coming here. Why didn't you say hi?" Audrey spoke, her words slurred. I sighed. I didn't feel like playing with drunk girls right now.

"Hey Audrey. Why don't I get you a bottle of water? You kinda need it..." Audrey shook her head and crossed her arms, only making her breasts squeeze together.

"I'm not drunk." I exhaled sharply. Typical drunk answer. I grabbed Audrey by the hand and led her into the kitchen, picking out a cold water bottle and handing it to her.

"Do you have a ride home? Mal and I could drive you." I emphasized on Mallory's part, reminding Audrey that I had a partner.

"Ah, I live nearby, so I'm fine with walking. But thank you for offering." Audrey smiled.

"What happened to Alex?" Audrey looked puzzled for a second as a complete blank face shrouded her face.

"Who? .... Oh yeah! That one guy! His name was Alex?" Audrey replied. I bit the inside of my cheek. Right now, I really wanted to punch this girl.

"That's him, I guess... What happened to him?"

"He said he had somewhere to go. T's a shame actually, he was pretty cute." I wrinkled my eyebrows. Did Alex say he had plans after the party? If he did, he would have told me before. I opened my mouth to say something, but Mallory's face appeared in the kitchen and her gaze caught mine. She looked relieved, and I was too. Relieved to finally see a sober person around here. She elbowed her way through until she latched onto my arm.

"We gotta go babe. I promised my mom I would get home before 2. Oh, bye Audrey. I'll see you on Monday~" Mallory said as she dragged me out the door. We exited the house and I jumped in the passenger seat of my car as Mallory hopped into the driver's.

"You okay with driving tonight?" I asked, feeling a little woozy. She smirked and leaned back in her seat.

"Trust me, I haven't touched a drink tonight! Not even a wine cooler."