Still // m.c. [DISCONTINUED]

// second //

Jamie's P.O.V.

" I'll be right back." I shouted into Mere's ears, in an attempt for her to hear me. Nothing. I shook my head slightly and turned around, making my way to the bathroom. After a long 3 or so minutes walking through the drunk people dancing, I finally got to the hall. Pretty expensive paintings hung on the walls, that fucking rich kid was ruining his life. I shrugged with my thoughts and kept walking towards the bathroom, not really sure where it was, but I could find it. A door half-opened caught my attention so I thought it could be it, and I was right; but as soon as I opened the door and turned the lights on, I saw some random hair coloured guy laying on the floor. I shook my head and moved his body to the side, unbottoning my pants and literally taking a piss, right there, not bothering about him. Just some drunk guy. I thought to myself, flushing the toilet after finished. While I was washing my hands, I heard footsteps -- higheels steps -- coming closer to the bathroom door, so I turned around to find my girlfriend standing in the doorstep of the small bathroom.

"Hey babe."

 I leaned in to kiss her, but was surprised by her turning her face to the side, in order to look at the body that laid down on the floor.

"Who's that?" She asked me, carefully pushing my body to the side and stepping closer to the passed out guy. I shrugged at her question, standing outside the bathroom.

"Probably some drunk guy that passed out. He'll be fine."  I assured her, as she kneeled down next to the guy's senseless body, pressing her hand gently against his forehead. "Mere, seriously do-"

"We need to take him."  She interrupted me, and looked up. 

"I don't think that's a good idea. And you wanna know why I don't think thats a good idea? Because you can't just pick up every drunk guy you see on the floor. You know what happens to those guys? They get up in the morning and deal with it. That's how it works." I spit my words, trying to get some sense into her. She just looked at me with a blank expression, before getting up and walking out of the bathroom.

"Fine. I'll just ask Lydia to help me with him." She made her way to the living room, but I didn't want to let her go like this, so I stepped out the bathroom and ran after her, grabbing her arm before she could get to the party.

"We can take him to a room. But that's it."  I looked her in the eyes when I said that, and she smiled slightly, letting go of me and walking again to the bathroom. I followed her steps and stood in the doorway.

"So."  

"Help me carrying him, dumbass." She grabbed his legs, waiting for me to grab the other part of his body. I shook my head and snorted, doing exactly what she expected. Together we carried the guy upstairs, and to the end of the second floor's hall. I opened the door of a room, it seemed pretty clean and free off horny teenagers. We laid him down on the huge bed that was part of the room, and I came back to close the door.

"What now?" Meredith asked, visibly tired. 

"We just wait until he waked up, I guess."

"Great." She sighed, sitting on a chair that was close to her. We stood there for a long 10 minutes, waiting for something to happen. I started walking impatiently around the huge room, and I could still hear the muffled music through those thick walls.

"Jamie, stop." Meredith uttered, so I stopped to look at her. Before I could say anything, I heard groans coming from really close, what made me turn around and find the guy that once was laying in that bed passed out, half-awake and visibly drunk. Meredith immediately got up and ran to his side, what caused me to furrow my forehead.

"Hey. Hey. Are you okay? Do you need anything?"  She asked him calmly, not to cause any trouble. The coloured haired guy stood still, until he fully opened his eyes and looked around, probably wondering where he was and who we were. 

"It's okay." She assured him nicely, and took a step back so he wouldn't feel too pressured.

"Listen mate, we found you unconscious laying on the bathroom floor. We didn't want to leave you there" - I looked quickly to Mere, and then back at him - "so we brought you here." I tried to sound calm and not angry at all, so the guy wouldn't get more scared than he probably already was. What a pussy. I thought to myself, laughing in my mind.

"Wh-what's your name?" She asked him in kind of an insecure tone, afraid of what he would answer. And it wasn't a good one.

"It doesn't matter."  He then stood up, as if nothing had happened, and stepped towards the room's door, but I grabbed his arm.

"Where do you think you're going, man?" He stared at me for a while, then at his arm and let go of me, punching me right in the nose. At that point I didn't really care about what Meredith was saying, and punched him too. So we got in a fight. He was not really heavy, and you couldn't see that when you looked at him, but he was fucking strong. He wrapped his hands around my neck and kept pressing as if he was tranferring all the anger inside him to his hands. My vision started to get blurry, when Meredith came behind him and pulled him away from me. With no words, he looked at her fro a while before glancing at me and smiled. Not a evil smile though. A smile. Meredith stood there, incredulous, probably more than myself. As I rubbed my own hands on my neck, looking for some relief, the coloured haired guy opened the door, and made his way downstairs.