Mr. Cupid

Chapter 15

I went downstairs first. I felt dizzy, and a little sick. But, I didn't want to worry anyone anymore than what I already have. Especially Daniel. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I accidentally walked into someone and spilled their drink all over them.

"Dude, what the fuck! Watch where you're going!" They growled and kind of shoved me backwards, which I kind of deserved.

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention-" I started to apologize, but was cut off by another voice.

"Hey, don't fucking touch him." It was Daniel. I was looking down the whole time but when I finally looked up I saw Jerry Pitcher with a soaked shirt on. Oh no.

"Well if it isn't the new quarterback." Jerry said with a low maniacal laugh. "Just showing up and taking my place like you fucking worked for it?!" Jerry started getting into Daniels face, and I felt my stomach churn. Alex then came downstairs, looking a little more sober, but confused as to what was going on. And then she looked at me.

"Last time I checked, Jerry, you quit the team because you weren't good enough." Daniel said lowly. Jerry was really close at this point.

Alex came up behind me and kind of hid from the situation. "What's going on?" She asked, but I ignored her.

"What the fuck did you say to me?" Jerry spat. I looked around to see a crowd forming, as Jerry hissed into Daniels face, the growing audience made that typical 'oh shit' sound. I felt sick.

"Okay okay, maybe we shouldn't start anything at the party?" I said, getting between them and trying to stop the altercation, but, ended up making it worse.

"Stay outta this, pipsqueak. You don't wanna be a part of this." Jerry turned to me. Oh fuck.

"I thought I told you to leave Caleb out of this, Jeremy." Daniel said. Everyone knows Jerry hates being called by his full name, and this just lit the match.

"Oh? I'm sorry!" Jerry said sarcastically, but still filled with deadly venom. He put his arm around me and squeezed my shoulder, and that shit fucking hurt. "I didn't mean to-" Jerry cut off his sentence to turn towards me, and give me a face full of fist. I suddenly slipped on something, probably the spilled beer. "Offend you." Jerry continued, after sOCKING ME IN THE NOSE.

I hit my head on something really fucking hard and almost felt my brain rattle. My head hurt really fucking bad and I felt like throwing up. Blood rushed down my lips like a metallic tasting waterfall.

And then, like any cliché movie, Daniel tackled Jerry and started beating the shit out of him right in front of me. They fought as I struggled to get up. I was gonna throw up.

"Caleb? Oh my god, Caleb?!" I heard Alex yell, worriedly.

"Sick- Alex- Bath-room." I said, really trying to hold it in. I saw her face become super panicked as she helped me to her downstairs bathroom.

When I got inside I stumbled towards the toilet and lost my stomach contents. It only made my head hurt worse.

After losing a few of my guts, I sat on the bathtub rim while Alex got a wet cloth for my nose, which was still bleeding.

"I think it's broken." She said, and poked the bridge of it which I replied with a fucking 'ow'.

"That's just fucken great." I said, sarcastically. "How am I gonna explain this to mom?" I sighed.

"Tell her you walked into a door. She'll believe it." Alex said, nonchalantly.

"Yeah, only because it's happened before." I hissed as she touched it again.

"Exactly." She said triumphant.

My head started spinning all of a sudden. I felt sick again. And tired.

"Hey Alex?" I asked. She replied with a 'hmm'.

"Will it be okay if I slept in your bathtub?" I said. She looked at me confused. "Cause I'ma pass out." As soon as I said that I started falling backwards into the tub and I saw Alex panic and say 'oh shit' before everything went peacefully dark.

~~~

I woke up to a bright fucking light in my eyes. I lifted my wrist to block the light and I saw I was in Alex's bed. I sat up slowly, my head still pounding like some really bad mosh pit. I looked over to see Alex passed out on the floor face squished against the carpet. Jesus, this girl.

I nudged her with my foot to get her up. "Alex. Go get me some water." I said, and prodded her again. I just received a groan. "Pleeaaaassssseeee?" I pushed. She groaned louder and sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes and then looking at me, jumping all of a sudden with an over dramatic look of horror.

"Dude! You look like shit!" She said and then rushed over to me examining my face.

"Who'd you face collide with to get that?" She poked the bump on my nose and I winced.

"More like face fist collide with." I said, pushing her prodding hands away. She then made a face of realization, like she remembered all the answers to a test in the last minute.

"I'm gonna go get you some Advil and anti-acids. You need them, and so do I damn." She said, and then got up and rushed out the door. I chuckled, and my phone buzzed from in my pocket.

Quarterbitch: Tell Alex to let me upstairs. I want to see you.

I chewed on my bottom lip and stared at the text for about a minute before I got another one.

Quarterbitch: Please. I need to see you. :,(

I sighed, and sent Alex a quick text. The next thing I knew I heard a knock come from the door and walked in was Daniel. He was real busted up. Lip split open, bruises on his cheek and right eye. A cut on his forehead.

"The hell happened to you?" I asked, shocked. He chuckled lowly and came over, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I fucked Jerry up. After he hit you, I tackled him and beat some sense into him. Hopefully it sticks." Daniel said, cracking his knuckles. Oh yeah. I didn't stick around long enough to witness a lot of it.

"Are you okay though?" I asked, worried. I leaned over towards him, caressing my thumb over a bruise on his cheek. His face got a little red and he looked away, laughing a little.

"Yeah I'm fine. I should be asking you that though, you threw up and passed out. Had to carry you up the stairs and dump you in Alex's room." He said, smiling like an idiot. Oh. I remember that.

"Ohhh fuuuuck!" I groaned, putting my face in my hands. "That was so embarrassing! I'm so sorry!" I whined. Daniel just laughed and said it was okay. I looked up at him again, furrowing my eyebrows.

He had a small sad smile tracing his lips as he gazed upon me. I sighed, looking down again. Then, he brought something up.

"A few days ago, you said you were gay." I tensed up, and instantly recalled the conversation and wanted to die.

"I'm not going to tell anyone, if you're worried about that." He said, and I suddenly was overwhelmed with relief. But, my heart ached a little bit.

"Oh thank god." I sighed, and flopped back onto the bed.

"Can you tell me what happened last night? Before you ran into the master bedroom and started crying?" He asked. I looked up to see he had a worried expression. I sighed.

"It was just Peter." I said vaguely.

"What did he do?" Daniel asked, digging deeper.

"He... came onto me. I was so scared I hit him and ran. He said something about you, too. Which I thought was weird cause he barely knows you." Daniel had a grim expression on his face and I was suddenly taken aback.

"What's Peters last name?" Daniel asked all of a sudden.

"Uhh, Nolziski I think. Why?" I asked. Daniels expression then became angry.

"I used to go to school with him. That son of a bitch." Daniel said, suddenly.

...what?