Mr. Cupid

Chapter 13

"Hey did you hear there's a party this weekend at Alex's place?"
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"Yo dude, you going to the party this weekend?"
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"You should really come to the party this weekend, girl! Everyones going to be there! Even Daniel Dach! Your chance to get some ass!"
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So apparently there's a party at Alex's this weekend. She texted me last night after I had a little cry session in my living room. It was a mass text, so she sent it to eveRyone.

Just 3 days until the party. Her parents went to Japan for a family emergency thing. Of course Alex told me this in a rushed sloppy text along with the party invitation, because aheh, I'm privileged like that.

Anyways, after that night Daniel and I haven't really spoken except for school related things. I don't want to mess things up again like I have been doing. We got a lot of the project done, so all that is left is the essay. It's due in a week, and I'm not sure how to feel about it.

I mean, I'm glad that we're almost done, and that we are fully prepared for it, but when it's over, what's gonna happen between Daniel and I? This project is basically the only foundation to our friendship. If it can even be called a friendship, at this point. Thanks to my stupid actions, everything feels strained. I should have never gotten myself mixed up with someone like him. I should have just brushed away what Alex said when he transferred, and went along with my own goddamned business.

"CALEB!" Alex yelled, slamming her hand on the table. I almost fell out of my chair.

"hOLY SHIT WHAT?!" I yelled back, not meaning to. She just scared me out of my thoughts.

"I just had the best idea! I just invited Danny to the party, personally. Oh, and I invited Peter. Because he's a part of the squad now." Alex said with a little squeak at the end of her sentence. I wanted to strangle her. Just a little bit.

"I'm sure everyone has invited Daniel, Alex. He's the new Mr. Popular. And from what I've heard, Ms. Popular is single again." I sighed and rubbed my right temple. I was starting to get a headache. Alex went quiet for a few moments.

"Jennifer?" She questioned. I hummed in response. Jennifer is Jerry's sister. Twins, actually. Although they kinda look alike, they are not very different either, personality wise.

They're both assholes.

"Since when is Peter a part of the squad? And... what squad?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.

She gave me a look. "The sQUAD. You know, us, Daniel and Peter. The squuuaaaad." Right okay. Well, this 'squad' won't last long. I kind of tuned her out and started intently staring at my coffee cup. Shortly after that, the bell rang saying we gotta get our asses to first hour. I sighed, dreading this week.

But before I got to class, I got a text.

Quarterbitch: See you at the party, pinkie. I wasn't planning to go until Alex invited me, well, bribed me; see you in class. ;)

After I read it,  I could physically feel my heart beat faster. I wonder why.

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Saturday. It seems if you have something semi exciting at the end of the week, it comes faster than something you really wanna fucken do. And this party is something that seems cool, all fun and shit, but really not something I really wanna fucken do.

Yeah, I don't have a problem with talking to people. I'd rather be at home doing my own thing with a few people over that I know well instead of trying to entertain a whole house filled to the brim of people I barely know.

Yet, here I am in Alex's backyard, people screaming, laughing, drinking, dancing, and cheering all around me. I guess it's because I'm playing beer pong for the first time in a long time against the reigning undefeated champion, Alex Suzuki, and unintentionally kicking her ass at her own fucking game.

She's actually the reason why I haven't played in a while, because I don't wanna get my ass handed to me from a red solo cup, but apparently I've been missing out considering I don't know my own alcohol tolerance, or skill at bouncing a ball off a table and into a cup.

Which, I'm pretty good at. Surprisingly.

"Fffffuck you, you fuckhead fucking aim god!" Alex slurred as she gulped down her last cup of beer on the table, and I looked down to see I had 3 cups left.

"You did good Alex, but I win!" I taunted and everyone screamed with excitement. It was like a cliche scene from a fucking movie. It was so fucking fun.

Then, I saw Alex struggling to even get through her door, so I went over to help.

"Hey, let's get you upstairs." I said in a gentle tone which I only received a groan as an answer. As we climbed the stairs and made our way down the hall towards her room, I struggled to even get her to walk. I was debating on if I should just throw her on the floor and leave her, or carry her to her bed. But, since neither of those are realistic for me, I just dragged her across the floor and kicked some couple out of her room who were making out.

"Jesus Christ." I sighed, tired. After dumping her ass in her room, I walked into the hall and accidentally ran into Peter.

"Oh hey, sorry." I said. He looked oddly different today. More on the wasted side obviously, and he had this look in his eyes.

"Hey Caleb. I was actually on my way to talk to you." Peter said, his voice coming off as sweet and kinda cute.

"Oh, what about?" I asked, trying to be polite, which was kind of hard for me tonight since I'm at a fucking party that I don't really want to be at. He started walking towards me, getting a bit close, so instinctively I backed away.

"I don't know if you know this, but that Daniel guy is trouble. You shouldn't be with him." Peter said, his eyes hazing over with something odd.

"What do you mean?" I asked, kind of taken aback and annoyed. He doesn't even know Daniel, let alone myself.

"He's trouble. He's a fucking asshole. You deserve way better than him." Peter said, getting too close for comfort, and I found myself trapped between him and a wall.

"I'm not even w..with him." I demanded in almost a squeak. Peter ignored my words and leaned closer. I could smell his breath, which reeked of alcohol. "Let me show you what you really need, Caleb."

My body trembled in fear. My eyes stung from collecting tears. I was going to have a panic attack. I don't want this.

Instinctively, I spat in Peters face which stunned him for a few seconds then I kneed him in the groin, making him fall to his knees in pain.

I rushed my way into the master bedroom at the end of the hall, slamming the door and locking it. I felt the tears stream down my cheeks; I collapsed into a heap on the floor before I could even notice somebody was sitting on the balcony.