Roller coaster 🎢 ~ (Tom Delonge) [Discontinued!]

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Tom's POV
12:00 AM

It's been a good 30 minutes since we've arrived at the frat house. I hung out with Mark mostly as (Y/N) went out looking for booze.
The frat house reeked of cheap alcohol and weed.
The sound of muffled punk music filled the air and inside the house was warm due to all the sweaty people dancing really fast.
Like really fast, and the way they dance is crazy, I have never seen this shit before.
As I watched the people dance, I felt lights on me, and damn, the strobe light's are way too hot.
I look over and I see Mark rooting on this guy doing a keg stand.
As Mark was cheering he looks up and he freezes like a deer in headlights.
His eyes widen and he shuffles over to me.

"Okay dude don't freak out," he warns me.

I give him a questioning look, "Hey man, what are yo—,"

Before I could talk, Mark shuts me up and grabs my shoulders.

"It's Jessica, it's fucking Jessica," he looks panicked and starts looking around the room.
Presumably looking for (y/n).

I start thinking about Jessica.
Jessica Lee Moore, she was my latest ex.
She did everything to shred me to pieces.
She broke my heart, Goomba stomped on it, spat on it, and left.
I can't say I've truly gotten over her.
Mark knows it, he's seen me through the breakup.
He's helped me every step of the way and he knew that Jessica was nothing but trouble.
You see, Mark hated Jess ever since we got together, maybe even from the very beginning.
He thought Jess was slimy as there were a ton of rumors about her... sleeping around.
I mean I wasn't any different at the time, so what could've gone wrong?
Well as you could've guessed, she was cheating and it fucking hurt.
The second you think you know what love is, it never really works in your favor.
Maybe it's some cosmic karma for my deeds in high school, at this point I wasn't sure.
But, what I did know, is that I still questions that I desperately needed answers too.
I needed closure, and I needed it stat.

I was snapped out of my thoughts as Mark was aggressively shaking my shoulders and yelling over the music.

"Are you listening?!" He stared at me dead in the eyes, "Go find (y/n),"
he looked over to where Jessica was, "And don't you fucking dare try to talk to her," he slapped my back and walked out.

He started calling out for (y/n) and started walking around the house.
I wanted to search for (y/n), but I couldn't help myself.
My legs randomly decided to have a mind of their own and started gravitating towards Jess.
I watched as she started talking to some college boy.
Her blonde hair and green eyes popped in the dimly lighted room.
I chugged whatever was left in my solo cup and prayed for the best.
In the back of my head, the voice in my head was telling me that this entire thing was a bad idea, but the voice slowly faded as I got near.
I was only going to ask simple questions, nothing more.
I wasn't going to chicken out.
I needed this.
I needed her.
No, I didn't.
I was going to turn around on my heels, stupid me.

"Hey! Tom? Is that you? No way—,"

Dammit,
shit,
fuck,
God take me now.

"Oh hey Jess," I deadpanned.

"Ah, still mad huh? Tommy—," she put her cup down on the table.