The sass is real

8- Drunken confessions

(A/N Hey guys, even though I have exam week I thought I would update because I sort of left it at a cliffhanger. I personally hate when peopel do that, so I updated to avoid being one of those people.I made it really long so you guys could enjoy the story while I study my ass off for my exams, in peace. That and because I am in like with you guys <3)

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Azelia's POV

After awhile, I feel myself regaining consciousness. My eyes feel heavy but I force them open, seeing a shadow in front of me reaching out for my hand. I hastily take it, accidentally being knocked into their chest. I look up and see that the person is Jared. I stumble backwards and shiver, thinking about the last time a guy had been that close to me. My eyes adjust to the darkness and I see a look of concern cross his face, making me wonder why the hell he cares so much. I try and open my mouth to talk but I can't, as much as I attempt to. The awkward silence and tension is palpable, making me want to talk more than ever. Jared seems to feel the tension too, as his hands rub his neck awkwardly. I try to speak again, forcing myself to dispel the tension but thankfully, Jared speaks before I say anything.

" Are you okay?" he says, his voice soft and careful. I nod, not being able to do much else and he smiles slightly in relief. I muster up the courage and whisper out," thanks for saving me Jared. I don't even know what would've happened to me if you hadn't arrived then...I cant even imagine it really. Thank you, I cant even begin to say how glad I am that you were there". He nods curtly and somehow, I find myself hugging him, He seems tense and unsure what to do but eventually he hugs me back, just as tightly. I eventually let go and walk alongside him back to the house. He tells me to stay there and try and forget what happened and that he'll check on me later, after he finishes doing something. I'm curious but I don't push it, still frightened because of what happened earlier. I sit on the couch, watching as he disappears into the crowd and I'm left alone. After 10 minutes of me playing temple run and trying to forget, a girl approaches me and hands me a drink. I politely decline but she says that it will make me feel better and forget my troubles.

That wouldn't be too bad, I'd like to forget it all...but then again, alcohol isn't a good solution to my problems and I'm underage.

I think it over, debating as to why I should or should not drink it. A lapse of judgment makes me grab the glass and down it, shutting off my mind for the night. The warm liquid burns my throat but somehow...I like it. She hands me glass after glass and for once, I don't mind the lack of clarity.

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Jared's POV

I grab Chuck by the collar and push him against the wall, beyond angry that he did that to Azelia. He has humour in his eyes and a sick smirk on his face, even though I could ruin him right here and now. " What the fuck is wrong with you?! You never do that to Azelia, to any girl you fucking sicko. I cant believe we were friends!" I spit at him. " Dude calm down, I just wanted to have some fun. She looked like she would be, I mean that smile- wow!," he says chuckling. I grip his collar harder and clench my fists, not wanting to do anything I will regret. I step away and try and clear my head, seeing him peer at me curiously and say " why do you care so much anyway? She's just another chick bro, and I thought you hated her". " Dude what the fuck!? It doesn't matter if its Azelia or anyone else, you were trying to rape her! That's sick and wrong," my anger getting the best of me as I come real close to him," and if I ever see you near Azelia again or you trying this on another chick, I will fucking ruin you and make you wish you weren't ever born. Agreed?!" I fume, seeing him nod scared. I let go, hearing him fall to the floor and shake my head, disgusted that I ever considered him a friend.