Living In High school | ✓

32| lie

Juan wasn't feeling alright lately and he wasn't sure why.

At first, he thought it was all because of the football game. However, the game was already over. They fucking won. So why was he still feeling like this? He remembered being so nervous about the game that he just assumed that his usual high and mighty mood plunged because of it. But it was over now. 

Maybe part of a reason was the game. The other, Juan failed to admit to himself.

He sighed, placing his head in his hands as a thousand thoughts rushed to his head. Thank fuck that Kai's party was tonight, maybe he could get his mind off things. Even just for a little while.

Lifting his head up, he got off of his bed and opened his dresser door. Shuffling through the few clothes options, he picked a simple maroon T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. After he slipped the clothes on, he peeked out of the window. It was already dark, and Juan was pretty fucking late.

The weather also was becoming colder as it crept towards winter, but Juan knew that it could still get colder, since it was a whole month away 'til that predicted winter arrival. It would be best if he brought a jacket either way.

He rifled through his dresser once again and brought up a black denim jacket and shrugged it on.

Then, on his bed, his phone began ringing.

When he picked it up, Mack's voice came loudly through the receiver which made Juan cringe and bring the phone slightly away. "Hi Juan!"

"Mack. Why are you screaming?" Juan asked, noting that it was probably because Mack was at Kai's party already.

"I am?" He all but screamed into the phone.

"Yes."

"Oops, sorry."

The line went silent for a while, if the background noise of loud music was excluded from the equation, until it actually went silent. Completely silent.

"Okay, I'm in a quiet room now." Mack said, considerably softer, but now that the music was gone, Juan could hear the slight slur of his words.

"Are you drunk?"

"Duh," Mack said in a way as if it was something Juan already should know despite not being there. That was exactly what Mack acknowledged next. "Why are you not at the party?"

"I'm still at home." Juan replied, shoving his car keys into his pocket.

"What?" Mack's voice was laced in disbelief. "Is this still Juan?"

"Yeah." Juan chuckled. "I'll be there. Just give me five minutes."

"Five minutes." Mack repeated. "Wait, wait, wait. Where's Wyatt?"

"He didn't come with you?" Juan asked, walking down the staircase.

"He did." Mack was panicking now. "Oh, wait." His voice was suddenly calm. "He's in the bathroom."

"Okay, I'm getting into the car now." He unlocked his car and got inside.

"Wyatt!" Mack was distracted, but Juan figured that he heard him. He hung up the phone and drove to Kai's house.

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The music that sounded like it had the ability to shake the whole house was incomparable with the music when Mack called Juan. He figured that maybe they increased the volume or something because it was loud as fuck.

He slammed the door of his car and locked it as he made his way to the porch of the house. The front door was wide open and Juan could already see the people partying inside. Some of them were wearing costumes but most decided not to dress up. Strangely, he didn't feel very excited to go in, but it was Kai's birthday, so he did. It was the least he could do.