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CHAPTER 18 | Crazy

We pulled apart, looking into each other's eyes once again. It was amazing. My first kiss, with a girl. It was a sweet and soft kiss, and I liked it, to be honest. She was not the person I dreamed about to have my first kiss with, but still, I couldn't complain. I never thought kissing would feel so good. Now I wonder what would feel like to kiss a boy...

I licked my lips, receiving a very sweet taste from them. What was her lipstick made of? It tasted like strawberry. I found myself wanting to taste more of it.

"Wow." Jaida said with a smile. "Did you like it?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"Me too."

"...Again?" I asked shyly.

"Ok..." She agreed.

Once more, we joined our lips. We kissed with more confidence this time, experimenting the sensation, discovering something new, finding new feelings... I wasn't very sure about how to kiss properly, though, and I feared that I would do something wrong. But anyway, it was my first time doing this. I would get better... that if I ever get to kiss someone again after this.

We broke our kiss after we heard the door bursting open. We turned to see a very drunk Mark walking our direction, holding a bottle of beer, making strange movements and sounds as he walked. Almost like he was a zombie.

"WHAT THE FUCK... ARE YA DOIN' THERE?!" He shouted.

Jaida and I stood up as we saw he was getting dangerously closer to us.

"YOU... YOU SHOULD BE ENJOYIN' MAH PARTY! NOT BEING OUT HERE WITH THIS BITCH!"

Jaida gasped as she took several steps back. Some people got out of the house to see what was happening, but it was as if they weren't there. They weren't doing anything to stop him.

"Mark... Please calm down." I tried to ease off his anger, but in his current state, I don't think that would help much. I don't even know why he was acting like this.

"Get... inside..." He burped. "The house!"

Why did he want me to go back inside? It's not like I was the party guy, who the party couldn't start without.

I looked at Jaida worriedly. What about her? He was only telling me to get inside but not her. She looked a bit shocked and confused as hell. She later pulled out her phone and gave me a reassuring look.

"Don't worry. I'll call my dad to pick me up."

I nodded. I think I should call my aunt too. Amber couldn't take me, knowing that she drove like a maniac, and her being drunk would just make it worse, sending us right into our tombs.

"Zack... I won't ask twice... come on!" Mark stretched his arm, expecting for me to take his hand so he could drag me inside. I stared at his hand for a while. For a brief moment, I was tempted to take it, so I could feel his hand in mine and feel that strange but nice sensation I got every time I touched him. This could be the only opportunity I'd get to do this, but no, this definitely was not the moment to think about that.

I took a hesitant step back, getting more uncomfortable and scared with this situation, that's when I saw Mark was being pulled back by two guys who took hold of his arms, one of them being his brother.

"Mark, what the fuck are you doing!?" Wyatt yelled.

"Let go of me, motherfuckers!" Mark struggled to escape from the grips of the guys that were holding him, but they seemed to tighten their grips even more.

"Oh no, little bro. If someone has to get back inside that's you. If he wants to leave, then let him go! What's your problem, uh? Damn it!" Wyatt scolded him as he and other guy started to drag him back inside.

I was even more surprised to find that Wyatt was still sober. I mean, I had seen him downing a couple of drinks at the party, and he was still able to keep his composure.

Mark moved his arms harshly, managing to break the grips on both his arms. "Fuck you! I can... get inside by myself!"

"Whatever! Just don't force people to stay if they don't want to!" Wyatt argued.

Mark walked carelessly back to the house. Before he could get inside, though, he tripped over his feet. Like, his own feet tangled by themselves, making him lose his balance and falling face flat on the grass, the impact making a loud thud sound, and breaking into pieces the bottle of beer he was holding.

"Shit." Wyatt cursed as he jogged to help his brother up.

Wow, I had never seen Mark in that position before. Lying on the ground and with his face pressed into it. It was odd, although that position made his ass stand out a bit more. Damn it, Zack. It's not the time to think about that!

A couple of minutes later and everybody was back inside the house, to enjoy the remaining hours they had before the night ended. Wyatt came out of the house again, walking towards me at the same time I heard a car approaching and stopping on the street behind me. I suppose that was Jaida's dad.

"I apologize about Mark." Wyatt told me. "I don't know why he reacted that way. I know he's drunk but still."

"Don't worry. Maybe he just didn't want anyone to leave his party so soon."

"Yeah. Anyway, are you leaving now?"

"Yes, I think. I have nothing else to do." I replied shrugging.

"Do you want me to take you to your house? Or, is someone taking you?"

Would he really take me? I kinda liked the idea, so I wouldn't have to wake up my aunt or my uncle.

"Well, I was going to call my aunt but... would you really take me?"

"Of course. Here's my car and I'm still sober. It takes me a while for the alcohol to take effect on me. So, just tell me where you live and I'll take you."

"Ok." I agreed.

I told Jaida Wyatt would be taking me home. She accepted, although she seemed a bit unsure about it. I reassured her I would be ok. He's Mark's brother. He can't be that bad... I hope so.

I got in Wyatt's car after him. He started the engine and I started giving him the directions while he drove through the dark streets, now only illuminated by the front lights. I was relieved he was really following my directions and he wasn't planning on kidnapping me or something like that.

"Is it here?" He asked as he stopped in front of my house.

"Yeah. Thank you." I said placing my hand on the handle.

"Hey, um..." He called before I opened the door, making me turn to him. "What's your name?"

"Zack." I replied. "And, you must be Wyatt."

"Yeah." He smiled. "Mark must have told you."

"He did."

There was a bit of silence until he spoke again. "So, will I... see you again?"

I was a little startled by the question. Why would he want to see me again? Why would anyone want to see me again? Well, except from my friends.

"Uh... I don't know."

He turned his gaze in front of him, looking thoughtful. He then turned to me again with a smile. "Ok. Take care." He said ruffling my hair.

I smiled back. "Thanks. You too." I opened the door and closed it once I was standing on the cold outside. I watched as he drove off and his car disappeared into the void of darkness ahead.

What a nice guy.

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Usually, Mondays would be boring and everybody would talk about their crushes, their homework, or about how Mark looked hotter every day. Yes, they were talking about that too, but the main topic that you could hear no matter which part of the school you were, was obviously Mark's party.

I could hear things like I got so drunk that night, My feet are still sore from so much dancing, His brother is so hot, I woke up in a bed with [insert person's name here], We fucked all night long, and other craziness these people had done at the party which I'd rather not mention.

One of these examples was Amber, who was currently talking about a specific guy who she had been with at the party, doing something more than just dancing.

"When I saw that guy... Elliot I think, I instantly remembered I had done something with him, but I don't know exactly what. All I recall is that he was on top of me and- Oh my God, don't tell me we fucked! No!" She said as she placed a hand on her forehead. "Wait, that can't be possible. I woke up on the floor, with all my clothes on, so maybe we just kissed."

"I actually saw you two." I said.

"You did?!" Amber looked at me with hope in her eyes. "Please tell me I wasn't naked."

"Nope." I reassured her and she sighed of relief. "You both were clothed, but you were running your hands over his back."

"What could be so bad? Don't be so dramatic." Vincent said.

"First, I don't like him, and second, I don't want to be known as the girl who fucks with a lot of guys of school. That title is already owned by Scarlet."

"But you weren't going to have sex with ALL the guys of the school, only with-"

"Shh! They're coming, look." Amber hushed Vincent. We turned to see the doors bursting open to reveal the most handsome guy in this school, creator of the party that became everyone's talking topic, walking through the halls, followed by his not-so-interesting companions he called friends.

"Cool party, dude!"

"Hey Mark, great party!"

"The king of parties!"

"Give me your brother's number!"

He received lots of compliments from boys and girls, and he responded to them all with a cool smile and the occasional I know.

If only they knew how crazy he got that night. He ruined my kiss with Jaida and freaked us out for who knows what reason. Anyway, I don't think they'd care if they knew. He's still Mark and he's being cool as always.

When the crowd around them loosened, they stopped in front of us. They all looked normal. Mark hot, Skylar bored, Herman disappointed (he usually is not like that but I don't care), Rupert smiling idiotically, and Scarlet with a band-aid on her nose. I guess she did break it after all.

"And you what? Did you like the party?" Mark asked us.

Amber was the one who liked it the most and was now telling them everything she did, avoiding what happened with Elliot. For me, it was boring. Except the fact that I got to have my first kiss with a girl.

Jaida was getting uncomfortable by the way she tucked her hair behind her ear and turned to look away. That's when I noticed the reason of her behavior was because Mark had been staring at her during all the time Amber was talking.

"Hey!" Vincent exclaimed, making Mark snap out and look at him. "Stop looking at her like that!"

Mark would have glared but there was a look of confusion in his face instead.

"My love, what's wrong?" Scarlet asked him with concern.

Mark simply shook his head and muttered a nothing.

"Now what happened to your nose?" Amber asked smiling mockingly.

"Good question. Do you want to answer?" Scarlet glared at her.

"Excuse me? Do you think I did that to you?"

"Well, you were salty because of my comeback, so who else?"

"Please, your comebacks are so lame. And if I had hit you, I would have done something more than just breaking a nose. Maybe you were too drunk and you tripped over something."

I smiled, because that's actually what happened. I chuckled remembering how she had fell and made all the drinks spill out on her. I couldn't help but laugh out loud, and I stopped when I noticed everyone was looking at me with weird faces. I looked down as I felt a blush creep up into my face.

"Um... So what did you guys do that night?" Amber asked them casually.

"I wanted to go to the bathroom only to find this kid throwing up in the toilet. It was disgusting." Skylar said motioning towards Vincent.

We all turned to look at him. "What?! Huh, I think you're talking about someone else, miss."

"I'm pretty sure it was you. You were wearing a shirt that read I'm a hot mess, but you were actually a disgusting mess of vomit."

"Okay, it was me!" Vincent huffed and crossed his arms while Amber laughed.

It was Herman's turn. "I woke up with the most disgusting human being in this school: Patricia."

"What?! The fat one?" Rupert gasped. Herman nodded. "No way! Why with her?"

"I have no idea! I don't even want to remember the details. I'm surprised she didn't break the king size bed into pieces."

"So you were the one who left the condom in my parent's bedroom!?" Mark looked at him in disbelief, making everyone laugh.

"Of course I was." Herman replied casually. "But don't you think I enjoyed it."

Mark shook his head while he sighed exasperatedly. I'm guessing poor Mark had to pick up that. Ew.

"Well, if I remember correctly..." Rupert started. "While I was dancing, I accidentally stepped on something hard, and when I looked down I saw it was some dude's head. He said Watch it, fool! And I told him, If you don't want anyone to step on you, then go fall somewhere else, coconut head!" He started laughing. "Coconut head!"

Apparently none of us let out a single chuckle, we simply looked at him with serious faces. It even made some of us uncomfortable at his attempt of telling something funny. Rupert stopped laughing and cleared his throat before going back to smile like an idiot.

Rupert had this goofy, silly, foolish attitude that made him look like a child. He always laughed and smiled at almost everything.

"Rupert. You suck." Herman said and Rupert laughed in response. See what I mean?

We continued talking about the party some more, almost as if we all were good friends now. Well, not all of us, but at least none of Mark's friends said anything bad to me when they left. Even Rupert ruffled my hair as he passed. What is with these people ruffling my hair? Not that it bothers me.

I'm guessing his friends started to notice that Mark wasn't bothering me anymore, and so they stopped doing it too. It was as if everything Mark did, they did it as well, so they wouldn't disappoint him or whatever. Even more knowing how angry Mark can get if they disobey him...

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We were walking around the soccer field, making our way to the exit. I occasionally glanced over at the hot soccer players who kicked the ball and ran after it. We had gone to Ms. Wright's office to ask her about the project. We were presenting the poster and explaining it to the class tomorrow, so we have to research and study what each of us is going to say.

Just as we were going to leave the field, I heard someone call my name.

"Zack!"

We stopped and I turned to see Mark sitting on the bleachers, looking at me and with a cigarette on his hand. Wait, he smokes?

With his other hand, he made a gesture for me to go where he was. He might have something important to tell me.

"Uh, I think I better go see what he wants. You can leave if you want." I told Jaida.

"Okay. See you tomorrow, Zack. Oh, and tell him about the project."

"Sure. See you." I told her before she smiled and left.

I took a breath before walking to the bleachers where Mark was sitting. I was a bit nervous whenever he called me. I never knew what would come out of his mouth. He had currently a neutral expression so it couldn't be that bad.
I stood at his side and waited for him to speak.

"I wanted to talk to you." He started as he looked at my eyes. "What is this that people are saying... that I got crazy that night of the party because I didn't want some kid to leave my house? Do you know what they're talking about?"

Oh, so they knew. And it looks like poor Mark couldn't remember a thing.

"Well, yes, I do." I said and Mark looked at me with more curiosity.

"What is it? Sit down, tell me everything." He said as he made a space for me to sit. I sat next to him, making sure to leave a good few inches between us so I wouldn't make him uncomfortable, trying to ignore the fact that I wanted to be closer to him.

"Ok, uh, the kid they're talking about is actually me."

"You?" He asked too surprised, as if he wasn't believing it.

"Yeah... I was out with Jaida, and you told me to get inside the house. You were even going to drag me inside if it wasn't for your brother who stopped you."

"But... did I only tell you?"

"Yes, only me."

He turned to look in front of him, leaning forward to rest an elbow on his knee, and rest his hand on his chin. He looked in deep thought, his brows still knitted up in confusion.

He looked at me again with a sigh. "Did I say anything stupid? What was I exactly saying?"

"You were only telling me to get inside the house, to enjoy your party, and... well, you called Jaida a really bad insult."

Again, he turned his gaze in front of him. What was it that kept him thinking so much? Perhaps it worried him what people thought about him for acting that way. But Mark was receiving the same attention from everyone as always. What he did that night didn't seem as something to think really bad about him.

"Geez." He muttered shaking his head. He brought the cigarette to his lips, blowing thick clouds of smoke from his mouth. He looked kinda sexy doing that, but then I can't help but worry about his health. He turned back to me. "Then what else happened?"

"Um... Your brother was going to take you back to the house, but you decided to go on your own. And as you were walking, well... you fell."

He made that cute confused face again. "I fell?"

I nodded.

"How?"

"Well, it was kind of funny because... you tripped over your own feet. They tangled themselves and they made you fall straight onto the grass." I chuckled.

"You're lying." He said, still not believing it.

"No, it really happened. Your brother went to help you up. You almost broke a beer bottle on your face."

"Damn." He said as he rested his elbow on his knee and covered his face with one hand. "Who saw that?"

"Me, probably Jaida, your brother and some guy. But don't worry, most of the people were already inside the house, so I don't think they saw that. And if they did, I don't think they remember."

He shook his head. "I can't believe Wyatt didn't tell me any of this. I can't even believe I did all that shit! What could they be thinking about me right now?" He muttered that last part.

Wow, and I thought I was the one who cared too much about what people said of me. I mean, I do care but I try to ignore it. This guy is so worried about his reputation that the simplest thing he makes wrong, he thinks it's going to ruin it. How dramatic.

"Anyway." He sighed. "That's all I needed to know. Uh... You can leave now."

"Ok, um..." I said standing up. "By the way, we're presenting the project to the class tomorrow, so you have to research and study some information that you're going to say."

"What? And all the drawing I made is nothing?"

"No, yes, of course it is. It's just that now everyone in the team has to explain something. For example, Jaida will say what the chemical reactions are and will explain some other facts. I will talk about the types of reactions. You can research about something different. Obviously that is related to the topic."

"Ok. I will."

"Nice. So, see you tomorrow."

"Yeah." He waved me off and proceeded to smoke.

He had that cold attitude again. Probably because of the things he did at the party. I don't want him to be like that. I want his friendly attitude back. Maybe he just needs some time to get over this party and what-will-others-think-of-me thing. Only then, he will be cheerful and nice again.

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