I check the time on my phone at 12:34 in the morning, usually a flood of paranoia and anxieties would fill the void but the only thing i could hear was the shitty music in the background, and the drunk brunette speaking to me about our sophomore year of high school.
"You didn't know!?"
I shrug, "It wasn't like you made it obvious Nate."
"I used to have the biggest crush on you," He chuckles, "I always got this vibe that even though you have always been so innocent, you were always a little freaky-"
"I'm gonna go get another drink," I quickly interject his drunken rambling, What did I even see in that boy?
I slowly and cautiously make way to the table in the middle of the party, which has only gotten louder as the time passes. I reach into the cold container to pull out another drink, the water downed ice soaks the edge of my sweater adding onto my pneumonia for the night. I shake the can to rid it of any excess water droplets before cracking it open and lifting it to my mouth to enjoy.
The can is snatched from my hand before it can even happen and I stare down at the emptiness in my hand trying to figure out what the hell happened. I look down at the ground making sure I didn't accidentally drop it but find nothing.
"Don't you think you've had enough?"
I look across the table to Jack who casually crushes and chugs my drinks across the wooded area. I take a moment to focus on him and realize he's indeed standing there.
"Oh, you're speaking to me again?" I glare over at him before chuckling lowly.
He rolls his eyes unamused with my humor, "That's your fifth bottle..."
"Have you been watching me?" I question raising an eyebrow, "Was I talking to Nate for too long? Worried imma go after him too?"
"Go home Charlie," He interjects, he takes a step closer to the table and i'm glad it's there to keep space between us.
"I can't," I shrug carelessly, "James is my ride and he's somewhere getting high. So i'm stuck here, also..."
I hurriedly pick up a random bottle out the freezer and crack it open just as Jack reaches across the table to grab it. I lean out of his reach and begin to down the bottle as much as I can, the amounts that don't get through fall down the sides of my mouth and trail down my neck chilling me. Jack watches as I finish my fifth bottle, to his account, and I place the bottle back onto the table instead of polluting the empty woods around us.
"Happy birthday Jackass."
His hand tightens around the glass bottle in his hand and the last i've seen him this pissed was when he found out about Johnson and I.
"I didn't invite you," He says harshly.
I gasp kinda triggered from his hurtful response, "I planned this entire thing with you asshole!"
"Was it before or after you..."
"Shut the fuck up," I snap over to him, it's not something casual he can just throw at me. If i would've just told him before it got this bad he'd be on my side.
I'm sure my drinks are giving me the slight push over the edge. It wants me to blow up. I want to blow up, but that's not what tonight is about.
"Do you have a lighter?" James cut in, he glances between Jack and I realizing we're together in standing distance at least, "G! i've been looking for you all night."
Jack and I are back in our stances across the table from each other this time a lot closer than before, my lower half almost touches the rigid plastic of the tables as I hold Jack's intense gaze. His nostrils are flared and his jaw constantly biting down, not too long before i start making him rip his hair out.
