I'm Fine

Chapter 8 Martin

A/N 

hey readers! Thanks for taking the time to read this, I really appreciate it! Have a great day, make sure you drink plenty of water. Also, there's drug reference in this chapter, and I'd like to disclose that I'm not encouraging anyone to do drugs. I hope you all have a reason to smile today and stay safe,

-Sophie

I didn't want to go, I'd rather have stayed home and bailed out, but I didn't see much of a choice. I pulled the school track team's hoodie from last year over my head and changed my flannel pants for jeans. I'd forgotten there was a party and evidently I'd forgotten how to say no as well.

"Everyone's here, so get up and get your lazy ass over here!" I could already hear the slur in Jax's voice. He hung up before I could call for a rain check and even if I did I knew eventually they'd try driving over here, which was the very last thing I needed- a bunch of drunk high schooler's attempting to drive over to my house.

"I'm going to a friends house"

"No drinking," my mother said it the same way my brother would robotically say 'pizza', she hadn't even looked up from the book she was reading, again just like Asher would be glued to his tablet.

I had just cleared my mind and now it was going to get stuffed up with loud music, sweaty bodies crammed together and the wafting scent of weed, not my idealistic way to spend a Friday night. I took the long way over, I'd gotten two calls on the way from Brentt and Damon.

"Calm down I'm on my way"

"Hurry up!" I didn't, long story short and when I got there it was clear everybody got their hands on a solo cup. We were at Brent's place which was basically a mansion. His house had a two-way driveway that hooked around an unnecessary fountain that may as well have been sparkling gold. His front yard was nearly the size of an NFL football field. The house itself jutted out before you in all three ways, there was a long wall running into my peripheral vision and an intimidating height above me. Cars were crammed in the driveway, while some were crammed in the street. The house had noise echoing from it, I already felt myself gagging. Inside the threshold, I saw the mass of people pushing each other around.

"Marty!" Someone shrieked, I think his name was Spencer shouted. I nodded heads and did an awkward dodge around the crowd, people can act as if your their best friend when they're intoxicated.

"You're here," Brentt said as if he didn't bother to call a dozen times, "we were beginning to think you were going to flake out on us. Want a drink?"

I shook my head.

"Pot?"

"I'm going to get checked"

"Mommy's little boy aren't you?"

"Shut up, where is everybody," I asked, inferring Wyatt, Jax, and Damon. He burped loudly, clearly having drunk too much too soon. I could nearly taste it from his breath.

"They're all in the basement, I think Damon might've disappeared with his girlfriend..." I wondered if I could say that I had a family emergency but I'd already used that one. Maybe I could've said I was sick?

"Go on," he said shoving me, the two of us stumbled into the spanning, finished basement where there was a group of tipsy kids were flocked on the couch meanwhile an intense game of beer pong was going on behind them with a fair share of spectators.

"Marty!" Wyatt was sitting next to his basketball buddies, none of whom I was particularly close with, but they remembered me well enough through their alcohol gaze to stand up and greet me.

"Allen just got his heartbroken" Wyatt pronounced as if it were the tragedy of the century.

"That sucks"

"Nah, it's all good, she smelled bad anyway and she wasn't that hot" he exclaimed, "It was a matter of who did it first, I didn't get my heartbroken"

"Who's in your scope now?" he shrugged, "Savannah's kinda hot" they all nodded in agreement, even though they knew she was in a relationship. I focused my attention on the group of wallflowers in the corner vaping.

"I sold it to them," Jax said acknowledging me, "I can give you the friend discount"

"I'm too broke"

"He's too goody-two-shoes" Wyatt corrected.

"No, I'm not, I just didn't bring any money" This was my mistake, I knew they'd push it.

"Don't worry about it, you can pay me later" Jax replied. I shook my head firmly and stood up. That was stupid. Wyatt smirked knowingly and leaned back. 

"Told you he's a little bitch"

"I'm not!" I said in a whiny way that wouldn't help my case "I'm broke, I told you"

"Whatever" Wyatt scoffed, pulling out a vape of his own to shake in my face. I could smell the berry flavoring.

...

I sat in my car, munching on gum as if it was food. I couldn't go home, I already smelled like beer, weed, and various flavors. I shook my head as I pulled into a CVS for something that would patch up my scent. I knew I could do that again, I already was a coward to the group, I couldn't give them any more excuses. I had to do whatever it takes to make it up to them.