Drabs

Mess Me Up Ch. 1

The blaring of the music wasn't his only problem. He just likes to think it was. The fact being is that he's drunk off his ass and the haziness of it all makes it worse. This isn't his normal scene either. Parker was usually off taking a smoke or doing some drugs. Anything that dulled the senses or took the edge off. But it was his bright ass friend Jonathan who suggested they do this because it was better than taking a hit.

Yeah right.

Who in their right mind would rather do this than get high or some shit?

Oh yeah. Jonathan. Dumb ass.

He stifled a groan as he hit the floor for a 3rd time in a row. This was fucking annoying. Why was there so many damn people? Can't they all just fucking die? Fuck. Parker shoved through the crowd, attempting to make his way out and find Jonathan.

"Parker! Eh!"

Yes. Jonathan.

He whipped around, tripping once or twice in the process before finally making it over to the dark haired boy. His hair was jet black and jelled to the side. Cocky appearance, which revealled his personality within. Being rich was also a plus, which is why Parker was one of his few friends. If it wasn't that he was made of money they would have beat the shit out of him already. He was fucking annoying. Like everyone here at the moment.

"Was'up Jonny?" He heard himself slur.

"I gotcha something."

"Hmm?"

His only response was pushing a little brunette forward. Perfect.

--*

The darkness was soothing to his headache as he blindly searched for his shirt. He really needed to get out of there before she woke up. He wasn't even supposed to fall asleep. Making as little noise as possible he grabbed his shirt from the floor and threw it on. Doing a once over to make sure she was still asleep he bolted out the door, shutting it silently. The light in the hallways wasn't as welcoming and he blinked a few times before his eyes finally adjusted.

Once they did, he regretted it.

The smell of alcohol reaked from the man standing in front of him, the scruff on his cheeks gave him the impression he was older then him but his baby face contrasted it. His fists were clenched and by the way he was staring down at him told him he had just slept with a taken woman.

Fuck his life.

"Uh..." Not being totally sober he didn't want to say something he regretted. But it seemed just his presence was angering enough. The older man's fist connected with his jaw and he was on the ground within seconds. His brain rattering and a spew of cuss words coming from his mouth.

"You fucking bitch."

Shit. Not the right words.

Feet connected with his sides, he could of sworn his ribs were cracked with the amount of effort the guy put into them. Just as he was about to retaliate two more swings came hammering into the side of his head. He could barely make out anything as a warm liquid ran down the side of his face.

"If I ever see your sorry ass here again, i'll kill you!"

A slam from the door was shortly followed, then a few screams and the girl he slept with was outside with him.

Fuck.

She looked scared and he couldn't just leave her, so he did his best. Standing up, his legs trembled from the effort and he struggled in walking towards her.

Smack.

So that's the hospitality he gets?

"Screw you then!" And with that he walked off, his hands trembling as he attempted to call Jonathan.

He owed him. Big time.

--*

His head pounding, whispering of his peers, nomally would cause him to have an outburst. It was stupid that everytime he had a new scar or cut or bruise that they stopped to admire it and spread rumors.

Ridiculous.

He was going to kill Jonathan for this.

--*

Third period was ending soon and he seriously debated just skipping and taking a smoke by the football field. He would have done just that had a little blonde not stepped in front of him. Her hair was brighter than his, seeing he had sandy blonde hair and hers was as bright as the sun, she also had really blue eyes while his were a deep green. She seemed to be peering at him with curiosity. That or she was like examining him, which was really creepy by the way.

"Hi." He decided he'd be the first to talk since all she was doing was starring.

"Hi." Came her whispered reply, still studying him.

"Can I help you?"

"Mm? Oh. Um. Not really."

"Then why are you starring at me?"

"When's the last time you ever went on a date?"

"You're asking me on a date?" He laughed. "Isn't that a little backwards Princess?"

"Just answer the question."

"A long time."

"Hmm.." She nodded in approval. "Figures." And with a shrug she walked off.

Well that was weird.

--*

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