We three (Incomplete)

II - Present day

Tristans eyes struggled to open, glazed over by a crust that has congealed and rested into the corners of his red and burning eyes. He was on lay on a bench in the middle of a public park, one hand grasping a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels with the label ripped down the center, in the other was his scratched up mobile phone. He had no top on and a ragged pair of black denim jeans held up by a black studded belt with half of the studs ripped off, his pale and almost translucent stomach exposed and sun-burnt by the summer heat.

He swung himself into a sitting up position and a powerful pain shot up his spine and pierced his neck, he writhed in agony and pulled his hair at the back of his head, teeth clenched, baring them at the ground. He muttered curses under his breath. God I hate hangovers. He struggled to stand up, stumbling as he walked, nauseated by the thick, brooding pain that pulsated through his head and body. He looked up and tried to clear his head. He was in an empty children's park, idly swaying swings and vandalised, rickety climbing frames surrounded him. He looked at his phone and fumbled through the phone book, wincing at the stabbing pains in his brain from the bright colours from the screen. He fumbled through his contacts and pulled his arm up to his ear. Need to phone Rachel. Rachel answered. "Hello"

"Hey, Rachel mind giving me a lift home?" Tristan murmured, drinking what was left out of the bottle.

"Where the fuck did you go last night!" Rachel screamed furiously.

"Relax brah, I don't know. I just woke up in the park."

"For god sakes Tristan I know you're 18 now but lay off the fucking drinks once in a while."

"No need for the language, just get me home please?"

"Fine." She snorted. "Where you at?"

"I don't know." He replied. Rachel dropped her head into her hands and gave a loud, theatrical sigh, this had happened way too many times.

"Find out."

Tristan trotted outside of the park and stumbled at a snails pace to the nearest road, still wincing at the pulsating pain, driving through his body. He scoped the area for the nearest landmark. "The lion pub" He groaned.

"I'll be there in 10." She hung up and the dial rung out. Tristan put the phone in his pocket and sat on the side of the road opposite to the pub and waited, drinking the last of the Jack Daniels out of the bottle, burping and coughing conspicuously. The bottle fell from his hands the second it was empty, smashing against the hard concrete floor. He would have much prefered Amber to come and pick him up. Amber was less bitchy.

"Amber! Amber!"

Amber shot up so hard her back stung as it slapped the back of her chair. She had fallen asleep again.

"Amber wake up!" The teacher shouted.

Her eyes came back into focus. She was in maths, trigonometry. Her mind was dazed, just brought out of REM sleep.

"If you're going to sleep I suggest you do it outside of class times Ms. Doughtry"

"Sorry" Amber replied, with all the concentration she could muster.

Amber pulled her eyes back into focus, the blurry, shaky colours reformed into white walls and brown floorboards and people from every angle, looking at her, staring. Giggling. She blushed, she was never good with handling attention. She just gave an awkward smile in a slow, owl-like head turn, and when eyes veered away, lightly hit her head on her desk.

"I've never liked maths, she murmered at her desk, breathing, warm, damp air against the cold metal. She lifted her head again and parted the clump of hair obstructing her vision of the board. Squinted and looked down into her book. It was wet from drool and the questions were hard to make out. She held her hands tp her face and lightly shook her head, trying to stay awake. Trying to make sense of the smudgy numbers and roughly drawn triangles, and before she knew it she was asleep again.