Chapter 7: The Drunk

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It was a fast night, we can take it slow
There were fist fights, red lights
Running 'til I crashed into you
I got my ass kicked, but you held the ice

Ivan and I were running to the parking lot.

Why?

Because there was an angry mob with huge forks and torches running after us.

Okay, I was exaggerating. It was only a group of guards.

After my little squeak at the bathroom, the guards went outside. Ivan and I went out when we felt like the coast was clear, but of course, life doesn't work that way. The guards were waiting outside, ready to pounce. Ivan grabbed my hand and started pulling me away, getting out of my surprised daze.

We were doing a lot of running today.

"I order you teenagers to stop!" One of the guards yelled, as if it was really going to make a difference. "Let's talk about this whole fiasco in a mature manner."

I almost snorted. We were far from mature.

"That's your car, right?" Ivan asked, nodding his head to my red Mercedes.

I didn't bother answering. I unlocked my car with my keys while Ivan went in through the passenger seat. I put my seatbelt on at the driver's seat, starting the car.

"Step on it, Kath!" Ivan said in panic when the guards were coming nearer.

"I am not stepping on it until you put a seatbelt on!"

He looked at me in disbelief. "Now's not the time to be cautious—"

"Just put the damn seatbelt on!" I cut him off, eyeing him seriously.

He put his seatbelt on, and I stepped on it. I drove past the tired and sweaty looking guards as Ivan rolled down his window and flipped them off. We looked at each other when we were far enough, before bursting into laughter.

"Well, that was pee-leasant experience," he joked.

I grimaced at the mention of pee and also at his painful pun. "No, the pee thing is far behind us, let's not reminisce about that. Also, that was a terrible pun."

"Hey, it was clever," he pouted, defending himself. "But really, I had a blast. I didn't expect to have a chase with you when I went to the mall today."

To be honest, I was getting worried for myself. I actually had fun with him, along with Logan. I thought I would be miserable doing this bet, but instead, I was having the time of my life. If Kaden were here, he wouldn't believe that I was his sister.

The sister he knew wouldn't be caught red-handed laughing with boys she always made fun of.

I glanced at Ivan, taking in his curly brown hair and hazel eyes filled with amusement. He was looking at something at his phone, his lips quirked up like how it usually was. I looked like I was wearing a potato sack while wearing the hoodie we bought, but he looked fine as hell.

"Eyes on the road, Kath," he smirked, not even looking up from his phone. I blushed, immediately looking away from him.

What was wrong with me? I was going soft for these boys, and I clearly underestimated their power. I shook my head and mentally reminded myself not to get distracted.

I noticed Ivan opening his mouth to probably torment me, but then my phone rang. I answered it in a flash, thankful that it rang to save me from embarrassment.

"Where are you?" the voice from the other side demanded with an irritated tone. It wasn't hard to tell that it was Karl.

My eyes widened as the events from before the mall came crashing through. I got too distracted by Ivan and the stupid chase around the mall that I forgot to bring the groceries home!

I wasn't feeling that thankful anymore.

"I'm on my way home—"

"We've been waiting for ages. Mom's so pissed and the guests are here. Luckily, they bought food along the way or else all of us will be starving to death."

I rolled my eyes. "You're being overdramatic."

"We'll see who's overdramatic here when you reach home." He taunted before hanging up.

"Well?" Ivan asked.

"I'm screwed." I groaned as I ran my hand through my face.

Mom might be chill, but she sure as hell wasn't if things didn't go her way.

"I can go in your house and tell suck up to her for you to get out of trouble if you want." He offered thoughtfully.

I shook my head. "That won't work. She's as thickheaded as I am, that's who I got it from."

He smirked. "Don't underestimate my charming powers, Moms love me."

"Your sugar mommies might do, but my Mom's not one of them," I snorted. "Anyway, I'll drop you off, where do you live?"

"Older women sure are attractive," he shrugged jokingly, well I hope it was a joke. "Are you sure though? Wouldn't you take longer to get to yours?"

I waved him off. "It's fine, my parents are already mad at me anyways."

He nodded and told me his address. Thankfully, his house wasn't out of route, so it wasn't that much of a big deal. We sat in silence as I drove to his house.

Stopping the car when we arrived, I turned to Ivan to see that he was already looking at me.

"Since we're already at my house and all, why don't you check my room out while I check you out?" he asked suggestively, waggling his eyebrows in the process.

I unlocked the car and unbuckled his seatbelt. "Get out."

He laughed out loud. "I'm joking," he said as he went out of the car. I rolled the side of his window down when he shut it. "But jokes are half meant."

"Dream on, Ivan."

"Oh, I will, babe," he winked. I shook my head with a smile. "Anyway, thanks for today! Hopefully next time I'll be the one to drive you."

I raised an eyebrow. "Drive me?"

"Drive you crazy that you'll have no choice but to have me."

"Oh yeah? Boy, you're only making me drive away from you," I retorted as he burst out laughing. "Anyway, I really have to go, my mom's going to kill me."

He nodded. "I'll call you."

"I won't answer." I replied before rolling the window up.

Okay, I said to myself, pressing on the gas. Time to be Ansel Elgort in Baby Driver.

*~*~*~*~*

"So Kath," My mom's sister, Aunt Vanessa, started, putting her fork down. "How's school?"

After coming home at like three in the afternoon when I was sent to the mall three hours before that, my mom was pissed. She was ready to yell at me when she opened the door for me, but luckily for me, Aunt Vanessa came to the rescue. She talked my mom out of getting mad at me and made her forget about everything.

Yeah, Aunt Vanessa had that kind of effect. She was a brunette woman in her late thirties. Despite her age, she was always kind and energetic, she was always happy and playful. She was married to Uncle Mason, who owned a huge company that earned millions. They were a very sweet couple with three children, who I was close with even though they kinda lived far away.

"It's alright, nothing new happened." I replied with a shrug.

We were currently eating dinner. They ended eating takeout lunch a while ago since I didn't show up, and after that, the adults caught up with each other since they rarely saw each other. They were in the area so they all decided to meet up in our house.

"Are you sure?" she urged, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "No new guys or anything?"

Scott, her nineteen year old son who happened to know my 'quest' for this year and who was currently beside me, coughed deliberately. I glared at him.

"Vanessa, the girl just literally had her first break up." Uncle Mason said, looking at her in disbelief before throwing me a look of apology for his wife.

She shrugged. "I was just curious."

I smiled at them both. "It's okay, Uncle Mason. I don't mind. But no, no new guys here."

My mom snickered. "The other day you just brought a guy home."

Aunt Vanessa's eyes widened. "You brought a guy home? Who was it?"

I shot Mom a glare. Their interest in my nonexistent love life was unhealthy.

"He's just a friend." I explained, hoping that my aunt's giddy smile will fade away.

Uncle Mason sighed and put his arm around his wife. "I apologize in behalf of your Aunt Vanessa. She can't help but be nosy."

He might sound annoyed, but the way he looked at her with utmost affection made my insides melt.

"I'm not nosy!" Aunt Vanessa defended herself, crossing her arms.

"Yes, you are," my dad chimed in. "You're the nosiest person I know."

Oh, did I mention that my dad was Aunt Vanessa's best friend? Yeah, their life was one whole high school cliché.

"Yeah, Ness," my mother now joined in. "Remember when..."

Yes, they were cliché, but they were happy. I've heard their story thousands of times and though I pretended that it didn't interest me, all I wanted was to have the best and happiest high school life as they experienced.

Dinner went by quickly since we were all having a good time. The adults brought up their high school days, which we all secretly loved, and we teenagers shared our own stories. Once, the spotlight was on Karl and Aunt Vanessa shamed him for having too many girls at such a young age.

It was funny, seeing my little brother embarrassed and in agony.

We finished up at about 12 A.M., where Aunt Vanessa, Uncle Mason, and their kids were saying good bye. I had hugged all of them when Uncle Mason pulled me aside.

For someone who was in their late thirties and had three kids, Uncle Mason was called attractive by a lot of women, even by people my age. Friends who have seen him told me he was hot, leaving me uncomfortable and feeling weird. He was my uncle for goodness' sake!

He had dark brown hair and intense green eyes that Dad often said were like mine. They usually joked that I was Uncle Mason's daughter and not my Dad's because of my eyes.

"You're really holding up well?" he asked softly, looking down at me.

I gave him a so-so sign.

See, I would never admit that to anyone else except him. I was always closer to him than Aunt Vanessa, and maybe that was because he was more quiet and reserved.

"There are some days that I'm actually happy," I explained, twirling a piece of my hair with my finger. I tended to do that when I was feeling sad, stressed, or nervous. In this case, I was sad. "But most days, I feel so bad that I feel like I can't escape this heart break, like I can't glue the pieces back together, you know?"

"Come here, kiddo," he said, opening his arms for me. I gladly went to him and hugged him. "There will really be days like that, days like you just want to disappear for a while, like you want to scream on top of your lungs and cry your eyes out from anger. Those days will suck the life out of you, it will ruin and burden you, but I hope you won't forget that there will be more days that will make it all seem worth it. One day, you'll just realize that hey, life is actually worth living. There will be more days that will make you feel free, days that will make you want to fly and cry out of happiness. Just hold on to that thought, and you will get through the shit days."

I nodded against his chest and stayed there for a while before breaking away with smile. "Thank you, Uncle Mason." I whispered softly.

He smiled back at me and ruffled my hair. "No problem, kiddo. Call me when you need me, okay? I'll be here."

"Of course."

With that, he waved me goodbye and joined his family. I couldn't help but feel a little sad that my extended family didn't live anywhere near us because I always missed them.

My parents and Karl went up to their rooms and yelled goodnight already, everyone except me ready to sleep. I for some reason didn't feel like sleeping, but I still climbed on my bed and laid awake, just staring at the ceiling.

Realizing that I was not sleeping any time soon after staring at the ceiling for a long while, I checked my phone to see who was online.

And none of my friends were—except Brett.

It was nights like this that I missed him. He was always a night owl and whenever I couldn't sleep, he was there. He'd sing me a lullaby, as cheesy as that was because even before we were dating, he was my best friend. He knew exactly what to do and he never failed to put me to sleep.

And now he wasn't here to do that.

I was tempted to chat him, and I would've, if I hadn't threw my phone away from me to stop myself. The memories of us started coming back all at once, making it hard to breathe. Feeling suffocated inside my room where most memories happened, I threw on the hoodie I bought earlier and stepped outside.

When I needed to relax myself, I took long walks. I left the house as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb my family.

The moon was shining brightly, and around it, there were stars that were barely visible. Nonetheless, they were still there. The wind softly blew my hair away from my face, my nose getting cold from the breeze. I shoved my hands in my pockets as I walked, my mind at peace in the silent night.

And then I tripped.

I groaned as my butt hit the ground, the sharp pain not letting me stand right back up. I looked back to see that it was a person who I just tripped on, and he reeked of alcohol. He was also groaning, probably because of the bruises that were all over his arms. After rubbing my ass until the pain went away, I stood up and moved closer to the guy—

—to realize that it was none other than Zachary Hunter.

He was on his side, curled up into a little ball. His black shirt and jeans were tattered terribly, along with his skin that were marked with cuts and bruises. I eyed with his disheveled black hair with distaste, controlling myself from taking over to comb it neatly with my fingers.

What the hell was Zachary Hunter doing on the sidewalk at 1 A.M.?

Not knowing what else to do, I kicked him.

"Ow, what the fuck?" he grunted groggily, opening eyes narrowly. "Who are you?"

"What the fuck, yourself," I said, kneeling down. "It's me Kath. What are you doing here?"

He blinked a few times before answering. "Oh, Katherine."

"Yes, me, Katherine," I confirmed slowly, as if I was talking to baby. "So what the hell are you doing here, Zachary?"

He shook his head before standing up—well, tried to. He fell back and groaned at his failure, running a hand through his face in frustration.

"Just help me up," he muttered.

"What's the magic word?" I grinned cheekily.

"Jesus, Katherine, are you drunk?" he grumbled, glaring at me.

"No, you're drunk. I just don't want you to forget your manners."

He massaged his temples for a few seconds before mumbling, "Please?"

"The magic word was actually 'Kath is awesome,' but that works too." I jested before actually helping him.

He rolled his eyes at me as I put his arm over me and my arm on his waist before hoisting him up. I grunted with effort as I walked him to the nearest bench, holding my breath in because I felt like I could get drunk just by his scent.

"What the hell happened to you?" I mumbled as I put him down, passing out beside him too.

Looking at him, I felt bad that I kicked him. His eyes, which had black rings forming around it, were scrunched close, as if he was scared at what he would see if he opened them. He had cuts everywhere on his face and a busted lip, like someone was determined to scar his face. His hands were wounded from probably punching someone, and I could see the bruises on his arms were starting to look purplish and yellow.

But even though he looked like he just finished a WWE fight, he was still gorgeous.

I scoffed. That was just so unfair.

"We have to get you fixed," I told him. "You look like shit."

"You're shit." Zachary lamely remarked. His head was threatening to fall, but I could see he was struggling to sit upright.

I sighed. He was too wasted. I stood up, stripped off my hoodie, and folded it before placing it at the edge of the bench. I guided his head to the hoodie, lying him down.

"Stay here." I murmured to him before turning away.

I flinched in surprise when I felt his cold hand wrap around wrist, pulling me gently towards him.

"Stay," he pleaded, his light blue eyes so bright against the dark abyss of the night. "Don't leave."

I always thought that Zachary was deprived of vulnerable emotions. I mean, I barely saw him laugh at school, let alone be emotional. But in this moment, I realized that no one was deprived of that. He could be as vulnerable as anyone else.

I softened, putting my warm hand over his cold one. "Don't worry, I'm coming back. I just need to get you bandages and stuff."

He held on for quite a while before letting go. He closed his eyes and snuggled against my hoodie, and I couldn't help but gush at how soft he looked before walking away.

Halfway to the drugstore, I realized that I forgot something.

I didn't have any money.

Cursing at myself for being so stupid, I walked back to where I came from.

Zachary was lying on his back, his eyes closed and his arms behind his head. I quietly walked up to him and poked him, checking if he was awake.

He didn't move.

Damn it, I thought. Where will I get money?

I decided to check his pockets if he had money. Watching his face, I put my hand in his right front pocket and frowned when there was nothing. There was also nothing in his left pocket.

"Damn it, Zachary, where do you put your money?" I asked his unconscious self before realizing that he might have put money in his back pockets.

So I rolled him over.

Thank God that I worked out or else I wouldn't have been able to bring him to this bench in the first place.

I reached into his right back pocket and was happy that I felt something.

Bingo!

Wait, I thought to myself as I pulled out a gray plastic thingy. This isn't money.

My eyes widened in realization. It was a fucking condom!

I cringed and immediately let it go, throwing it away as far as possible. I glared at the drunk and beat up boy even though he couldn't see me, scowling at him in disgust.

He probably thought he was 'getting some' tonight. Too bad all he got was getting drunk and some bruises.

Reluctantly, I reached into his left pocket and to my excitement, I actually felt it was money! I was just about to pull it out when huge force that was a foot kicked me away.

Zachary Hunter just back-kicked me, right at the back of my head.

And it hurt. Oh boy, it hurt like hell.

"Touch me again, you molester, and I will end you."

*~*~*~*~*

HELLO!!!!!

Okay, for the last few chapters I have been apologizing and here I am, saying sorry again.

I'm sooo sorry for updating inconsistently. I was busy with school and other things, but now it's summer, so I will really do my best to update regularly. One update a week.

This chapter was kind of a filler chapter, but watch out for the next one because it's gonna be full of Kath's stupid ideas ;)

It was fun to write this chapter though because if you had read my first book, The Boy Who Rarely Smiled (check it out!!), Uncle Mason and Aunt Vanessa was from there! I miss writing about my OG babies :(

By the way, I changed a few things with this book, so please reread the past chapters so that there will be no confusion!!

Thank you for reading tho, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Please comment

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