Since school begun, I hadn't gone to any get togethers with seniors which somehow seemed like a problem in my faculty.
But I have had my priorities and I manage them well, my now boyfriend. Send him to and fro, make sure he was okay; that is he'd eaten, wasn't mentally or physically disturbed and then make sure he'd slept early so he doesn't have a headache early morning.
For the first weekend after the short break, I couldn't send him back home to give out the bracelets. It was the reason he'd been so angry that he gave a rule that only he could touch me. I lost that privilege for a whole week.
Week two and I was looked for by the student head. Now I know not meeting your senior even once meant a mandatory meeting. The hell, not everyone is just that free, and what of those that had none?
But mandatory meet-up seems to be the only way some of us got to go to such...it was my first time being around and not being close to where he was and Blane stood there pouting. It had been drizzling earlier so there was a bit of cold. Looking at him in that fluffy blue coat...I myself didn't want to leave him alone but then sometimes you have to do things you don't like.
"Babe!"
"Don't 'babe' me."
"What about we go Wednesday?"
"I don't want to miss the design class Thursday."
I couldn't get myself to plan anything the past two weeks and even the week to come. Things just seemed to pop-up without asking for my opinion. He'd asked me what I'd do if I was needed at work. At least I had an answer to that, Quint. Then he'd reminded me that I'd had to go save his ass. I couldn't tell him now that Quint had been fine, that everything had gone according to his plan...that would be the worst mistake I'd make.
"I promise!"
He got silent for a while.
"I'd been waiting for those words."
It seems the only way he'd believe me now was when I'd say that magic word.
"I am also going out."
"What?"
"Taffy wants to drink, I'll accompany him."
And I had also promised to take my bike when he decided to drink...That meant I had to be as sober as a nun, do they even stay sober? So as not to stop an accident...stupid Barnard, it's that fuckers fault.
-You're going to be my sponge today.
-What does that mean?
-You take each drink offered to me and drown it.
-What have I done to you two this time?
-My boyfriend is going to drink with Taffy.
-Will you be together?
I raised a brow, that text came in so fast. He seems eager, I have to thwart those thoughts...but again, he seemed changed so maybe I'd steal a date for him sometime soon, not today.
Drunk him and sex went hand in hand...I really act like their parent, i need to learn my limits.
I like him drunk, not the pretend thingy he does at times but the real deal. Where he gets hella clingy without purpose.
But drunk Blane on a bike like this was a combo I didn't think I'd enjoy...no, get off that train, you don't enjoy it. He's drunk Riley, he doesn't know where his hand is...damn these hands are driving me nuts.
Taffy hadn't looked drunk yet they had gone to console him. Infact, when I saw him out there, I'd had a thought running like maybe they had pulled him into this as an excuse.
Nicole was drunk, not new. What was new was meeting her boyfriend for the first time. She seems to be in good hands. Kaleb was also drunk...what was it with this guy and Rashid by the way? I'd just not found a long enough opportunity to talk to him...no, I am not their dad damn it...but I need to look out for them, so, I'd better get into it and ask.
I should have asked him earlier, the more I think about that guy the more I think he's up to no good. When exactly had he and them gotten close? This wolf...
He was the first I threw into a cab and gave direct orders on where to deposit him. I even told the driver that he was a minor, took his number plate and threatened his job as well. Don't ask, I think dad's know the exact time when their little kids are no longer theirs or something...let's call it parental instincts or just simply a hunch.
I turned around and cursed. How did Barnad get here? I had had someone get him into a cab.
Not that I hadn't cared but Taffy had called saying Blane was drunk and this other human wasn't that drunk. He was a heavy drinker and old enough to know right from wrong... should have known. I turned to look at Taffy who was holding him and he shook his head. I still had to call someone just in case.
"Sorry about him. I'm calling someone or else he'll still come back."
"No need!"
"Taffy?"
"Please!"
"You sure?"
"Just don't tell him."
The him he was talking about was Blane who was leaning on me. My problem is, is he sure he wants to get into that hole? I've never tried that sort of thing, didn't know anyone who has but I am sure getting out of such an issue was not going to be smooth. And maybe tell him that guy wasn't even drunk which means he was listening in.
"You realize something like this isn't going to bring him closer if he doesn't want to be, right?"
"I know! It's harming me... but right now, I am willing to take that harm down my throat, savour it and hope one day I could readily vomit it out."
"At the end of the day, I'd have to tell him so make it as soon as possible."