Let Me Down | John Murphy

Drunk

Chapter 11

It's been two days and I still haven't spoken to John since our 'almost kiss'. I wish I could blame him for that, but in truth, it's all my fault. I've been avoiding him like the plague. He probably feels the same way I do about Finn avoiding me. He still hasn't spoken to me after the shooting. I've tried to make an effort but he instantly shuts me out, just like Clarke does to him.

Yeah, our group is pretty fucked up.

I'm avoiding John, Finn's avoiding me, and Clarke's avoiding Finn. Anybody else want to join in on our little game?

"You know, you should probably pace yourself," I hear my brother say as he takes a seat across from me.

What? The best way to avoid John and forget about all the crap crapping all over my life is to drink. You got any better ideas?

"Pace myself?" I question, pulling an unfortunately unattractive drunken expression that will probably get me sent to bed before I've even had time to have some real fun. "What are you talking about? I'm fine. As sober as a Sally."

Yep. I'm drunk.

"Who is Sally?" Kai laughs slightly and I shrug.

"Any Sally. It doesn't matter."

Drunk as a skunk.

I grab the cup and take another swig.

"Want some?" I wave the drink at Kai but he declines.

"I'm fine thanks," he shakes his head. "I don't drink."

"Boring!" I scoff, rolling my eyes and take another swig.

"Quinn-"

"I thought the whole point of having a brother was to be able to have fun with him. Not for him to be a total buzz kill," I say before turning the volume up and broadcasting to the camp, climbing onto a table to say what I have to say. "I mean, that's what parents are for, right? To kill your buzz? But no, big brother over here wants to tell me what to do! Well I say, fuck him!" I yell. "Well... not literally because that's my brother... but I mean, we could've! Because some pussy over here decided to keep his mouth shut about the whole 'I'm your brother shit'!"

"Quinn, I think you've had enough," I hear Bellamy say, coming over to take my drink from me.

Yeah, fuck off!

"Oh no, look who it is! If it isn't my baby daddy. What's wrong Bellamy? Am I not fuckable like this?"

Alcohol is no longer a friend of mine.

"Come on, Bellamy! Fancy giving Dawn another sibling?"

"Come on, Quinn. Get down!"

"Ooh bossy! I like a man who takes control," I laugh as I fall into his arms. "Take me to the bedroom, daddy!"

"You are so drunk right now," he sighs.

"You are correct."

"Why did you let yourself get this way?"

"Because of him!" I point over at John, who also happens to be drinking. Just not as much as I have.

I drop out of Bellamy's arms and stumble over to John without even thinking of the consequences.

"You!" I call him out. "You have been avoiding me!"

But he hasn't. I've been avoiding him.

"You didn't want to kiss me because of my baby weight, am I right?"

I miss my old body.

"Quinn-"