The Frat Boy's My Neighbour

Chapter 2- My Best Friend Was A Bottle Of Whisky

They say that if you sold your soul to the devil he will give you something in return. I have once thought about that. But then I realized that my soul was owned by my mother. She didn't keep it very well.

When I got inside, it was already dark and I had finish my bottle of beer. It feels good to drink, to drink away all your problems, and only to realized that once you're sober again, the problems were always still there. I didn't have Adrian in high school, whisky was my only best friend, I'd sneak a few bottles from my fathers cellar. They'd always say that 'the good girls are always the sneakiest'. I'd drink away into the night, sitting on the roof until it was time to sleep, and in the morning I'd get up early and throw away the bottles in the neighbours trash. And I never regretted any of it, I was drunk with pleasure. 

I gone up to my room, I am unable to take in all of this. Starting a new life, and running away from your old one, to just realized that it had followed you. Great. It aggravates me, and furies me that the boy, who ruined me, lives next door. I need another drink. 

"Adrian." I said. When I got downstairs.

"Yes." She didn't bother to look up from the television.

"Where's the beer."

She laughed. "its in your car."

"Oh." 

I took out my car keys, and dash out. I wanted to get the day over with, or my life over with. 

The porch lights automatically came on, and I was thankful for that. 

I opened the trunk to my car, and took a bottle, I opened it right away. 

And took a Nice wisp from it. It felt good, the sensation burning down my throat. 

"Hey" I head a voice behind me. I turned around, and a big husky figure was before my eyes. 

I froze, the world stopped. 

I cant stand to face him, but I do. He has changed, his jawline is more bigger and probably more stronger, and his ego probably grew bigger. The way he looks at me makes we wanna rip his eyes out, it furies me, because he doesn't see me, he doesn't see the old me.

"Hi." I tried not to hesitate. 

"That's a nice car." he said.

"I know." and I took another swig.

"Look, me and my boys are having a party tonight and-"

"Don't worry, I'll stay out of the way." I cut him off, I didn't want to go to his parties or have anything to do with him. Because right now I'm 'drinking my problems away'. 

"You could come, if you want." he paused for a moment. "......on me.' he laughed.

I couldn't take anymore of his inappropriate, and I swore in that moment I  would've tackled him, but 'not yet' I thought. "no thanks." I deadpanned. 

And with that, I went inside. Hoping to forget all of this. 

I jumped on my bed, and checked my phone for missed calls, I would've thought my parent would've called. But they didn't, which made me happy. 

So here I am, with a bottle in my hand. First night here and I already got a problem. I'm still a little sober, so that's not good, when I cant think anymore that's when i know I'm in heaven.

I don't bother telling Adrian about the party, or Cole. We mind our own businesses, that's how I had always liked it.

One of the reasons I sleep is to 'Lucid dream' a dream where I could control it, it was one of the things I learned as a teenager, all you could do is dream, and that's what i did. it felt good, to do that, to be in a own world rather than a reality. I use to dream of prince charming riding on a unicorn and coming to my mansion. Prince charming would come in a dark shining armour. And when he took of his helmet. It was Cole springs. 

That's when I awoke. I left the window half open while I was sleeping, there was a loud beat coming from outside. And that's when I remembered that the neighbours where having a party. 

I didn't know how to feel about this anymore, I was mad, furious, angry and now I'm at that point where I considered moving back with my parents. What the hell am I going to do?

"Adrian" I screamed.

No answer. I looked all over the house. A feeling starts to pound in my chest. 

I decided to call her on her phone. No reply. No texts from her. No nothing. 

I decided not to leave a voice message. I was mad at her for not telling me where she was. I sat on the couch and decide to watch some television. 

But my mind kept racing, wondering where she might be. She might be at the frats party, getting naked. The thought of me makes me cringe. Adrian doesn't do good with alcohol, after two drinks, she becomes a party animal. 

There was one time, when Adrian visited me on my 16'th birthday. That night my parents let us go out bowling with a few friends. Adrian sat in my room and filled my eye with eyeliner and mascara. and urged me to try on a dress and some heels. 

"Isn't this a lot for just bowling?" I asked.

"Don't worry raven, all you ever do is worried." she said, and rolled her eyes. I  was slightly offended, but I guess she was right. 

There was a full moon that night, it almost screamed as if telling me to have fun, that's what Adrian did for me, she took me to a night club. I was quite nervous, having to be the 'good girl'.

"Adrian! What the hell are you doing, we cant be here!" I screamed at her.

"Don't worry the security guard is a good friend of mine."

"'I'm not going in."

She looked me sternly in the eye. It was a look I would never forget, I could even almost see the monster inside of her "you're going to thank me for this."

The body guards let us pass, there were sweaty bodies pressed up against each other and music blasting through the club. And there were boys, staring at me. Something that I wasn't use to. This was the night when Adrian first introduced me to alcohol. 

"Take this" she said. And handed me a bottle of whisky. 

I was hesitant. 

The feeling burned down my throat. And the taste mingled on my tongue. 

it was Adrian third drink when she decided to go dance. I stayed by the bar. On my second drink I was still sober, my eyes danced on the good looking guys from across the dance floor. And that's when I lost my eyes on Adrian, I panicked looking everywhere for her. That's when I notice a man was following her, I panicked a little, but then I realized what Adrian knew what she was doing. My heart stopped, and that's when I saw them coming out of the washroom together. I didn't know how to feel, so I froze. Because knowing that something could've happened to your friend pains you with guilt because you didn't do anything.

She was half asleep, and I had dragged her out to the car. My mind was racing, its my fault, I didn't say anything or do anything. My parents had gone out late with their friends, I dragged Adrian to my bed and dressed her in my clothes. I kept thinking that nothing happened to Adrian, that's what I want to believe. I wanted to believe that I wasn't just paranoid. We laid in bed together, I could hear her murmur something in her sleep.  "he touched me." 

The next morning I wanted to forget it all and think it was a misunderstanding, I couldn't even look at her the same way anymore. Her pure face had my guilt written all over it. Sometimes I'd forget about what I had done, but when studying her face, I resist the urge to cry.

"What happened last night." she said. 

"Nothing." And it pains me to say that to her face. 

We Pretended like it was all fine. Because just sitting there, while another man touches your friend, is the monster in me. 

I couldn't stand the thought of Adrian being drunk, and that's when I decided to head out.

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Authors note

 SHITS ABOUT TO GET REAL