My Model Boy

Fuck Your Pride

Dallas Flynn: Lol are u sure it's pretty late. R u ok?

Me: Yeah i just need ur address and ill be there in 10 mins.

Dallas Flynn: I'll come get u but are u okay?

Me: yes im ok. ill just walk dont worry.

Dallas Flynn: No I'm coming I'm not letting u walk out this late.

Me: k

I threw my jacket and shoes off. In my room, I cleaned my makeup off that was running down and let my hair down.

Looking at myself in the mirror I seen my puffy red eyes, my stuffy nose, my dry lips. A mess.

I didn't want my brother to hit her. The Ethan I knew would've been too mad to stay in her presence. He would've excused himself before anything else happened out of sympathy for her.

I can't believe he still wants her, he wants to endure everything she's doing to him if that meant he could stay with her.

I snuck up to my mother's room peeking inside. there was a bottle of vodka sitting on her dresser, and a couple others.

I took it. I never drunk a day in my life, I felt wrong for this. But honestly I'd rather this be my first than at a party.

I chugged as much as I could before I felt the effects of it in my throat, which wasn't longer than a second. My chest started burning it made me scrunch my face up. I let out a painful breath, "What the fuck.." I whispered to myself.

I took one more drink, that's all I could take.

I didn't feel any different, I don't think I drunk enough to get drunk. My phone notification went off.

Dallas Flynn: I'm here

I walked into my room, put my Pink slides on and made my way downstairs.

When I got outside, he was at the door waiting for me. I ran up to him and hugged him.

"W- what- are you okay?" He asked quizzically, "Duh, do I look hurt to you?" I answered.

"No, you smell like alcohol," I put the bottle behind my back, "But I'm sober." I was. I was still very sober and didn't feel drunk but anything I did, I'll just blame on the alcohol.

"Chanel, have you been drinking? Do you regularly drink?"

"No! Can we go?"

He paused, "No, I'm not taking you back to my house while you're drunk."

"I'm not fucking drunk, okay!? Look! I can walk in a straight line!" I started walking in a line.

I ran back to him turning on the flash to my phone. "Look!" I put it in my eye.

"My pupils aren't dilating or whatever the fuck the police check for!"

He laughed and grabbed my phone, "Here.." he swayed it slowly side to side, "Follow it with your eyes." He said.

I followed it attentively, "I honestly don't know what that does so.." He said.

"Wait! I can do this too." I stood on one leg without jumping or losing my balance, "I seen people do this in the movies so it must have something to do with your balance."

He shook his head at me smiling,"I'm not drunk, I promise." I walked up to him, "Plus, if anything happens I fully consent to it." I wrapped my arms around his neck, "Record me saying it."

"Yeah, we're not going to my house. I'm not letting that happen." He closed the car door. I pouted.

"Dallas, please! I took this from my mom and this is the first time I've ever drank!" I looked at the bottle. "I don't think I can drink anymore.. I'm gonna be in deep shit when she finds out so can I just have this?"