Chapter Fourteen~Drunken Mistake

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Alexander's POV

The bell rings loudly throughout the school, signaling it was time for us juniors and seniors to go to lunch. Dylan's head rested comfortably on my lap as I ran my fingers to and fro through out his soft brown locks, indicating he hadn't put gel in his hair today. Despite the comfortable silence, aside from Dylan's soft snores, I decide to wake him up so we could leave because our friends would be looking for us.

"Dylan"

He stirs a bit but continues to sleep which wasn't surprising. The thought of leaving him here for a little so he could nap a bit longer crosses my mind, considering it looked like he was in need of it. After a quick argument with myself, I decide to stay put and let him rest. Plus, who would want to miss seeing his adorable sleeping face.

I mentally chide myself for thinking that, knowing soon or later that I was gonna be completely whipped for him one day. Another bell signals, letting everyone know they should be walking towards their next class or toward the cafeteria. How the hell is he still asleep though that? I remove the question from my thoughts, placing my elbow on the benches' armrest and resting my head in the palm of my hand. I doze of with the thought of one person on my mind.

A person I wouldn't mind thinking about forever.

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I trolled throughout the frigid forest, the sun sinking down beneath the tops of the pines. The light streaks through the boughs created a brilliant and shadowy beam of colors. Twigs and nuts crunched under my feet, mushrooms growing under the dome of the forest. I continue to trudge over the wet and grimy ground as tears clouded over my vision.

Nothing or no-one seemed to make me happy. I was simply and utterly...miserable. The pulpy smell of the forest filled my senses as I pondered on my thoughts. Everybody loved me; my parents, my friends, even people I didn't know. But no matter how much love they gave me I still felt empty.

My tears finally burst forth like water from an upset sea, pouring down my face. I feel the muscles of my jaw quiver like a small child and I stop walking, looking toward the sky as if it was possible that the light could soothe me. My brain pounds against its skull, the side effect of this constant depression, constant anxiety I live with. It takes something out of me I didn't know I had left to give. Calming myself, I continue my walk throughout the forest.

An aroma of vanilla and cherry blossoms pervaded my nostrils causing me to stop in my tracks. Everything went quiet, aside from the chirping birds and rustling of leaves owing to the fact of small animals maneuvering their way throughout them. I sniff the air, searching for the delicious fragrance that I just so happened to come across.

I walk in the direction that my nose was guiding me, straining my eyes to see through the misty forest. The tears on my cheeks had dried which made them to feel stiffer than usual. I walk for a while longer before stopping once spotting someone standing next to a tree, looking around like they were lost. He turns my way and I quickly hide behind a tree as quietly as possible.

My body stiffens as his footsteps get closer, stopping just before they were about to reach the tree I was hiding behind. The amazing scent that seemed to overpower the earthy smell of the forest got stronger the closer the boy came. He gives a confused 'hmm' before turning around and walking anyway, the scent vacating with him. I let out a huge sigh of relief and instantly relax my supposedly tense shoulders.

Feeling risky, I cautiously advance my head out from behind the tree to take a glance at the boy. My mouth was left a gap as I stared at him. He was the most beautiful person I've ever seen in existence. His breathtaking hazel eyes glistened even through the foggy forest, leaving me in awe. His semi-curled brown hair lied diligently on his head. Just looking at him seemed to brighten my mood.

I take a deep breath before coming out of hiding, deciding on the fact that he did really seem lost. I knew these woods front and back so maybe I could help him get home. Wherever that was. The sound of branches crunching causes him to turn and face me, his expression lighting up soon as he sees me.

"Thank goodness I finally found you!"

My heart melts at the sound of his voice, ignoring the fact that I had no idea what he meant by "I finally found you". The attractive boy rushes up and pulls me into a tight hug, resting his head in the crock of my neck. Ultimately, I wrap my arms around the now weeping boy, choosing to focus on comforting him instead of figuring out what the hell was going on.

Strangely, it felt good to have him wrapped in my arms. It seemed as though I've known him for all my life. The feeling of protecting him made me feel content. It made me feel...

Complete.

"Alex"

"Yes?"

I ask, holding him tighter in my arms and ignoring the thought of how he knew my name.

"Wake up."

He says softly. I release him from my embrace and look into his hazel eyes. He repeated his statement again but his mouth didn't move.

"Huh?"

"Alex! Wake the fuck up!"

My head shoots up at the sound of my name being called, my eyes opening soon after. I look lazily to my left at Dylan who was looking at me with a distraught expression.

"Goodness gracious dude. You scared the fuck out of me."

He says, resting a hand on his chest and heaving a sigh. I scrunch my brows in a questioning manner, wondering what it was that I did to scare him.

"What'd I do?"

"It's not what you did, it's what you didn't do Alex. You weren't waking up."

He confirms, looking away with exceptionally rosy colored cheeks. I grin at his expression, feeling pleased at the thought of him being worried about me.

"Awe, you were worried."

I cooed into his ear, pulling him into a hug causing our cheeks squish together. He sighs in annoyance and slight embarrassment, pushing me off.

"As annoying as always."

He mumbles, an unwitting smile forming on his face. I roll my eyes and mimic his expression.

"What did you wake me up for anyway?"

His face perks up in realization before he gets up, grabbing me from my hand and pulling me off the bench with him.

"School ended five minutes ago, it's time to go."

We walk back into the hallways where only a few students were still wandering through out them. He quickly let's go of my hand with a nervous smile after realizing he was still holding onto it. I shake my head with a laugh at his dorky ness, pulling him along with me though the hallways by his arm.

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"Mom, I'm-"

I stop mid sentence due to remembering what she had said this morning about not being home till tonight. Coach had canceled practice today for some reason, thankfully. Dylan runs to the couch and flops down, cuddling one of the pillows while mumbling something about 'missing it'.

I sit down on the love seat after deciding sitting next to him might make it awkward, considering we hadn't exactly thoroughly talked about what happened or what we were. He sits up and looks at me with his faultless eyes, noticing where I had sat down.

"What are you doing?"

"Uhm, nothing."

I answer nervously, trying extremely hard to avoid his gaze. He crosses his arms and gives me a look that showed he knew I was lying.

"Then why are you sitting over there?"

"I just didn't want to make it, awkward. Considering what happened before."

I answer quietly, saying the last part in a low whisper so he couldn't hear. He sighs before getting up and walking to the door. I watch his every step, unintentionally keeping my gaze on him the entire time. Even if I could tear my eyes away from him, I probably wouldn't.

"I'll be back in a bit."

He says with a reassuring smile after slipping his shoes on. He walks out and shuts the door before I was given the chance to respond or ask him if he wanted a ride to where ever he was going. I get up and lock the door, running a hand down my stubbled face. Maybe I should shave in the mean time.

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A voice shouting outside the front door startles me. I look at the clock on the wall, noting that it was almost one am and too early for some psychopathic human being to be screaming. Getting up from my comfortable seat on the couch, I walk to the door and look through the peek hole only to be shocked at who was there.

"Dylan?"

I quietly unlock the door and open it, also being mindful that my parents were upstairs sleeping. It looked as though he was having an argument with the door, allowing me to make the assumption that he was drunk. With a sigh, I pull him into the house while urging him to be quiet.

"That bitch wouldn't move out my way Alex. I-I was having so much fun at the club and this b-bitch ruined it."

He accuses with a glare, referring to the door that he was just arguing with a minute ago. I sit him down on the table and take his face between my hands, taking note of his dilated pupils.

"Dylan what the hell is wrong with you? How the hell are you even drunk when you're not even old enough to get into a club."

He drowsily fishes around in his pocket and pulls out a fake ID with a crooked smile, answering my question. I shake my head disappointedly, swinging his arm over my shoulder to keep him steady as we walked up the stairs.

"Babe, I wanna go back. It was so much fun there."

He slurs with a smile, leaning all his weight on me almost causing me to fall. I steady myself and continue to pull us both up the stairs, ignoring what he just called me.

"Who drove you home?"

"Jack"

He responds with a wink. I clench my jaw in displeasure, my will to speak suddenly gone. We reach my room and I let go as he clumsily falls onto the bed by tripping over his own feet. He giggles childishly, it soon turning into a hiccup.

"A-Alex"

"What Dylan?"

I ask bitterly, Jacks name still in my head. It was to late to be dealing with this shit yet here I am. He hiccups again before speaking.

"Are you m-mad at me?"

He questions resentfully, his voice choking as though he was about to cry. My strained expression immediately relaxes at the sound of his voice. Hes never done anything like this. Sure we've got a little tipsy together before but not to this extent. It made me wonder why he did it.

"A little."

"I'm-I'm sorry."

He hiccups, curling up with my pillow and sobbing into it as a result of the alcohol circulating in his system. I walk over to my bed and lay next to him out of sympathy.

"Hey, it's okay. I'll get over it."

"I-I didn't mean to do those things with him. He made me. P-please don't be mad."

I stay silent at what he stutters out, apparently now having an inability to speak. Anger flows through my veins but it's soon reduced by the sound of Dylan's whimpers and sobs, fearing that I'd be mad at him. I turn him around to face me and welcome him with open arms, allowing my best friend to cry into my chest. The thought of somebody taking advantage of Dylan when was drunk causes my blood to boil.

Nobody was allowed to touch him. Nobody but me. I was the one who loved Dylan like no-one else could. He should've been at home with me, laughing and having fun. But I let him leave. Me. The feeling of remorse takes over at the thought of failing to protect him again. Failing to keep him safe like I've always promised him. I failed, again.

"Can I kiss you?"

He asks suddenly while looking up at me with half closed eyes. I release him and get up to turn on my lamp, sitting back down next to him.

"No Dylan."

As much as I wanted to, that wouldn't make me any better than the person at the club. He looks at me with with pleading eyes.

"But why?"

"Go to sleep Dylan, you're drunk. I'll be here when you wake up."

I say sympathetically which did not settle good on his end. He slowly sits upright with as much effort as possible, owing to the fact of him being drunk.

"I-I am not drunk!"

He shouts in disagreement causing me to shush him immediately since my parents were two doors down.

"Fine fine."

I allow my lips to graze his for a second before pulling away. It meant nothing to me because of the kind of state he was in at the moment.

"R-really, that's it?"

He hiccups, crossing his arms in dissatisfaction. I place my lips on his again so he'd shut up, only for Dylan grab the back of my neck and push our lips closer together. The taste of alcohol filled my nostrils as we parted our lips. He sighs into the kiss, closing his eyes and wrapping his legs around waist. I unwillingly groan at the contact before gently pushing him back.

"Dylan, stop it. Now."

I protest, not liking where this was going. He was drunk and I didn't want to seem like I was taking advantage of that.

"Why? This is what you want right? To get in a guys pants? Hmm?"

He questions, grounding our bottom halves together as my eyes rolled back. That's when I finally noticed the tears flowing down his cheeks.

"Dyl-"

"Shut up, nobody told you to talk! You're such a disgrace."

I forcefully push him off of me, getting as far away from the bed as possible. The look of ruefulness tells me that even drunk Dylan realized exactly what he just did.

"Al-"

I walk out before he gets a chance to speak, shutting the door behind me and sinking down to the floor. The words he said seeps back into my mind. A disgrace. Well if loving someone is a considered being a disgrace, then so be it. The worst part is that he won't even remember any of this tomorrow. The decision is up to me if I want to bring it up or just keep quiet. He was drunk so maybe he didn't mean it. Then again,

A drunk mans words are a sober mans thoughts.

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Wow. I'm crying. Not the drunken mistake you thought huh? And just to be clear, he wasn't raped. The dude just made him do some 'ew' type of stuff which is never okay to do that to someone. Anyway, if you liked this chapter don't forget to vote and comment what you thought about it. Love y'all, bye!!❀️

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