Thanks to You (Jalex)

I want another taste, I'm beggin' yes ma'am

"Get up, dickhead."

I groaned at the hard shove on my side, rolling over only to fall to the ground. I gasped, opening my eyes to the bright ceiling boob lighting up the room.

"The fuck?" I whined, squinting over to see Mike standing over me with a dopey grin.

Woah woah woah, when the fuck did I get to Mike's house?

"Duuuude. We're late for school, get your ass up." He laughed.

I sat up, moaning at the pain everywhere. I looked down, frowning at the fact I slept in blue skinny jeans. I was even more upset about the gaping whole in my left knee where the stitches were. Most of them were in, but some looked broken.

"Dude, the fuck?" I repeated, cringing at the pain as I moved to get up from the ground.

I stared at my hands, taking note of the black oil staining my fingers and bits of my forearms. Once I got to my feet, I wobbled over to the bathroom and flicked the light on. The pounding in my head worsened and all I could taste on my tongue was stale alcohol. I swallowed dryly, looking at my reflection in shock. The first thing I noticed was the black and purple bruise under my right eye. Next, my blue fringe was a darker shade of blue than before while a white patch was stuck to the skin underneath my right ear. I bit my lip and moved my hands to the dirty tape, pulling it off to reveal a black skull and crossbones. I gawked, poking it and feeling pain. I grimaced, then taking note of the small chunk of short hair that used to be black that is now a dark purple.

"What the fuck!" I shouted, ignoring the familiar aches of a strong hangover.

"Alex, my man." Vic greeted, walking right into the bathroom and over to the toilet. "You got fucked with us last night, man. Even tried to fuck Hime."

I glanced at him incredulously before turning back to the mirror. His pissing filled the room as I poked at the new tattoo. I chuckled in shock, then noticed the piercing through my left eyebrow.

"What the fuck did I do, Vic?" I gasped, poking at it to make sure it was real.

I heard the toilet flush before Vic's laugh filled the room.

"Dude, you came over Saturday night wanting to get fucked because apparently you fucked Kellin Quinn." He told, laughing harder. "Dude, you fucked your boss's son and then you came here and partied with us. I don't know who let you do that, but you look damn good. Oh, I also found you in Mike's room making out with Hime."

"I what?!" I exclaimed, heart pounding in my ears. "Oh shit."

I rubbed my hands over my face, frowning when I could recall nothing.

"You also went to work yesterday at like two in the afternoon. I'm not sure who let you go drunk off your ass, but Brock was happy and I guess you fixed shit fast becasue you got back by seven."

"I fucked Kellin?" I questioned, still in shock.

Last I rememered it was Saturday and Jack was bailing me out. Then I dropped him off since he seems to be done with me now. Shit, I started drinking after that.

"Fuck." I groaned, jumping at the loud sound of a blow horn to my left.

"Let's go!" Mike shouted from my side.

I moaned, the familiar churning and pounding all over making me want to die.

"Take this, dude."

I slowly looked over to Mike, taking the plastic cup from his hands. I frowned, sniffing it and gagging at the smell of straight vodka.

"Oh don't be a pussy and down it like you usually do. You'll feel better. Also, take some hits with me. We're already supposed to be at third hour, what's one more? Then we can go to lunch." He shrugged.