Cause and Effect

Part 6

Part 6

~Brent~

I was on my second beer and trying to look like I was into what was happening at our celebration. My mind was wandering into a far away place called "Jake Land". He had carried me up stairs and slept in the same room with me all night.

And I had been in an alcohol induced sleep.

The.

Whole.

Time.

Sweet Jesus, a super hot guy slept next to me all night while I laid there drooling on my pillow. I hate myself. I hate alcohol and I was going to spend my annoyance drinking it out. Class today had been awkward as balls. Not only awkward but embarrassing to say the least- considering Oliver might as well have called me a drunken whore.

He was talking to the class explaining how if he ever found out that we were drinking or going to places above our age limit, he would report us to the headmaster. And then he asked me- aloud- if I was going to the counselor about my clubbing problem. He couldn't have talked any louder if he had used a goddamned speaker. My face had turned sixty shades of red and I had the urge to race out of the classroom like I've never had before.

I also had an uncomfortable day at work, running into Jake. It wasn't uncomfortable to the visible eye since I was an amazing liar, but I could not stop thinking about the dance we had shared and the kiss we almost had. I remembered his hands distinctively on my hips, his lips on my neck...

But I kept it to myself, because I also had another set of hands on my mind- Oliver's. But it was in a different way. I hated Oliver. I wanted him to fall in a hole and be attacked by rabid raccoons. Sadly, despite my Irish herratige, I was not that lucky. Now I was here drinking, thinking about Jake and worrying about Elizabeth. I was ready to kill the son of a bitch that did this to her but the group wouldn't let me. Jake said he would have helped, but I didn't want him to go to jail for murder.

That was my future.

I was surprised when a showered Elizabeth, came walking down the hall in her PJ's, fuzzy socks and all. I had changed into my PJ's as soon as I had gotten home from work and was in a big sweatshirt that went down mid thigh, underwear, and fuzzy knee socks. I raised an eyebrow at her and she smiled at me, Lilly in tow.

Ah, I thought to myself, That explains it. Lilly was nutorious for fixing our emotional problems, patching what is left of our scattered mind and sewing them together. Lilly smiled knowingly at me and I saluted the Angel of Pitty.

"Hey guys, I'm feeling better and ready to celebrate. But first," she pointed at me. "You are going to explain what happened between you and Jake." she waggled her brows and I sighed. Knowing I could trust them with my secrets, I sat down with my friends and explained in detail the events of last night. Gasps were heard and I averted eyes as I told them about Oliver. I even told them about class today but made them swear not to tell Jake in fear of him killing Oliver.

"And now I can't stop thinking about that dance... and what we were going to do...." I trailed off and Daniel looked at me with a masked face.

"You mean fuck?" he asked. I squeaked.

"WHAT? Oh dear god, please do not ever talk about my sex life ever again." I buried my head in my hands.

"Brent, do you think there could be something between you and Jake?" asked Ally in a surprisingly soft voice.

"I don't know, maybe? He's just the biggest flirt I know, so what if he doesn't want to be exclusive? Or what if he was just messing around last night? I don't want to ruin our friendship over some mistake that I make." I said peeking an eye out.

"You should do what you think is right. And about Oliver... I'm going to go smash his windows, because this dick needs to be shown he cannot fuck with you " said Elizabeth harshly.

"Later- right now, we celebrate." I plastered a grin on my face and clinked my beer with my friends, wanting my teenage worries to dissapear.

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A/N: On a scale of one to ten, how much do you hate Oliver right now?

*whispers harshly* teeeeennnnnnnn!

So will you guys comment you're ideas for our story? Thanks!

-Kelly