All my friends are wasted

And I hate this club

Man I drink too much

Another Friday night I've wasted

-Snakeships, All My Friends

April 25, 2016: 11:18 p.m.

If Beck wasn't annoying and as persistent as he was I wouldn't have even showed up here.

But he was both those things and made a pretty convincing case about the party so I thought, hey, it might actually be fun.

And here I was.

It wasn't fun.

I've been at this house party for about an hour and still wasn't feeling it. Some actor was hosting it, Beck didn't mention who just that there would be a lot of people I knew and a lot of alcohol.

"Loosen up, man. You're bringing the vibes down," Beck strutted over, a drink in his hand. He was grinning a lot more than usual, joy radiating off of him.

It was sickening.

"Take it," he jostled the drink in my face.

I looked down at it. I had gotten sorry drunk a couple of weeks ago, but I hadn't drank to party since McKenna. After a while, it stopped bothering me.

With the opportunity to forget everything right here in front of me, I was far more than tempted.

What the hell.

I pushed off the wall I was leaning on and took the glass. In one swig I swallowed the liquid down. The familiar burning sensation was welcomed graciously.

"That's it. Reece Zynner is back!" Beck shouted out to no one in particular.

I chuckled, wiping my mouth with my sleeve. I needed a few more to join in on his excitement.

April 30, 2016: 1: 07 a.m.

"Bitch, it's mine!" I hollered diving over the table.

"Like hell, assface," Beck shouted diving onto the floor as well.

I scrambled on the floor, my hands flying around me as I tried to find the ping pong ball. I accidentally smacked Beck in the face as I searched.

I heard him grunt, as I narrowed my eyes.

Bingo!

I pushed off his face and jumped on the ball. "Ha! Miiinneee," I sang, getting back up.

"She's still going to miss," he grumbled wiping his hands on his pants as he got up as well.

"Oh, yay, you got it!" The girl clapped; she was done and quite frankly bringing me down in Beer Pong.

I turned toward my partner. I nodded with a smile having already forgotten her name. She wasn't anyone I knew, I was pretty sure.

"Here," I gave her the ball knowing full well she probably will miss.

We were down two cups and Beck was on a roll. His partner almost sucked as much as mine.

I stared at the cups as she prepared to shoot. I watched in horror as the ball went flying toward the left rim of the right cup and off the table.

"I told you!"

"Lynda no!" I shouted, clutching my hair in disappointment.

"Um, It's Stephanie," she corrected.

I stared at her. She stood, her weight on her back leg, eyes piercing into mine. I sensed she was slightly insulted.

"You're Lynda until you make a ball into a cup, okay Lynda," I told her.

"Booyah, bitch!" Beck shouted. I turned toward him to see he landed the ball in another cup.

I cursed throwing the ball back at him. I turned toward Lynda expectedly, "You're drinking that one."

2:26: a.m.

The music was blaring through the speakers. I think Beyonce was playing.

Wait, no. It was a guy's voice now.

The other half of my new found band had disappeared so I could no longer sing. Beck was probably off with some girl so Shit On Crackers was officially done for the night.

That was our official name. I had to remember to run it by Cooper tomorrow.

I continued to dance to the beat of the music in the thick of the crowd. Already feeling sleepy, I was ready to call it when someone appeared in front of me.

I blinked taken back by the brunette that was suddenly dancing in front, breaking me away from whoever I was with before. Shrugging, I took it in stride.

One more song couldn't hurt.

As the song progressed, I let her take the lead. Suddenly, she was really close and just about grinding on me. She wrapped her arms around me; I could smell the alcohol on her breath.

Or was it my breath?

"How about we take this inside," she whispered. I was sure she was trying to sound seductive, but even in my state, her words were a little too slurred to be anywhere near that.

I shook my head still bobbing to the music, "I'm good."

"C'mon," she said, intertwining her hands around me as she kissed the nape of my neck.

Escaping from her grasp, I took a step back only to bump into someone else. Forced to stay, I gave the woman an apologetic smile.

She still looked pissed.

"I'm sorry," I offered trying to make her feel better, "You're very sweet and attractive, but I have-" I stopped short, my mouth agape. What did I have? Would fake girlfriend count? I mean it's fake, but I would still be fake cheating. I didn't want to be a fake cheater. "I have a McKenna," I finished with a nod.

Before she had a chance to reply, I was suddenly swung around. I blinked, nauseous from the fast turning.

"What the hell do you think you're doing," a ruff voice demanded. I looked to see a huge, built man staring down at me. I think he was an actor or a model.

Wow, his arms were ripped. Who was his trainer? I needed arms like that, but without all the work.

"Hey, I asked you a question," the guy said shoving me.

Off balance, I stumbled a few feet back until someone's body helped balance me.

"I was dancing," I shouted over the music. His voice was easily carried over but I had to shout.

"Yea, I can see that. Why are you with my girlfriend?" he demanded. He seemed a little violent.

I looked over at the girl who seemed torn between speaking up or remaining quiet.

Girlfriend.

My eyes widened, as I registered what he said. I raised a finger, "Oh you thought," I laughed shaking my head, "No, see this is a misunderstanding. See I told her she was sweet and attractive but I-"

"So you were hitting on my girlfriend too-" he raged taking a step forward.

I put my hands out, "No, I-" I swallowed my words as his fist came down on my face.

My body crashed into the floor and the area became hazy for a moment.

Fuck, that wasn't nice.

I stumbled back up. The people around us had stopped dancing and were now watching us with curiosity.

Okay, no more mister nice guy. He fucking asked for it.

"You want to go? Let's go!" I shouted hopping from one foot to another. He was so dead.

As soon as I figured out which one of him was the real one.

I squinted trying to get rid of the doubles. He came at me again.

I ducked, my stomach churning.

Fuck it.

I swung with all my force. I felt my fist make contact with his jawline. I smirked in victory, not allowing the sting in my knuckles get to me.

The smirk quickly left my face when he turned back to me, his hand on his jaw and a new glint in his murderous eyes.

He took a a step toward me; I gulped. I didn't have enough energy to hit him again. I took a step back.

Before he had the chance to kill me, someone tapped on his shoulder. He turned only to be socked in the face again.

"You mess with one Shit On Crackers band mate. You mess with all of us, bitch."

My eyes widened at Beck's sudden appearance.

He winked at me, a confident smile on his face before the guy shoved him. I watched, confused as he flew back and onto the floor.

What a savior.

"You both are dead," the boyfriend declared.

As he came toward me, I stared wide eyed.

What the hell was I doing! I wasn't going to die a wimp.

I could take this guy.

I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists. Let's do this shit.

"For SPARTA!!!!" I yelled rushing at him.

12:21 p.m.

I woke up to a splitting headache. I turned to lie flat on my back in my bed.

I grimaced at the pounding in my head only to wince as a sting ran through the left side of my face.

"Ow, what the hell," I muttered bringing my hand to my face.

I winced at the pain as I touched my face. I got up, confused as hell. I stumbled over to my mirror trying not pass out from the headache.

My eyes widened at the sight in the mirror. I had a black eye that extended to a bruised, purple cheek.

"Morning, sunshine."

I turned toward the door to see a chirpy Beck eating a bagel.

"What is this?" I pointed at my face, demanding an exclamation.

"That," he said taking another bite as he leaned on the door frame, "Is the aftermath of a major ass kicking."

I looked back the mirror, confused. What the hell happened last night?

Turning back toward Beck, I studied him. His had a busted lip, but nothing else.

Realizing I saw it, he pointed at it, "This is from me trying to help you." He explained.

I let out a sigh grateful we weren't fighting each other.

"Did we at least win?" I asked.

He laughed shaking his head as he left my room, "You wish."

I needed an aspirin.

I followed him out. "Okay, but who was it and why?" I asked trying to remember as I fished through my cabinets looking for the aspirin.

"Jake Tavy."

I popped open the bottle and turned toward Beck, wide eyed. "The huge dude in Summer 86?" I questioned referring to a new tv show.

Beck nodded, too amused for my taste.

Why couldn't he be the one with the messed up face?

"As for the why, I have no idea. I came a little after." he continued.

I swallowed the aspirin trying to wrap my head around the fact that I got in a fight with Jake Tavy.

"Okay. We didn't win. But at least tell me we got him good," I said hopeful.

My street cred was dependent on this. There was no doubt people heard about it, maybe even the press. I needed something here.

Beck slowly shook his head.

I looked at him in dismay. "How did he look?"

"Like a Greek God and we were two poodles that pissed on his shoes."

I stared at him.

Well, shit.

Trying to imagine it, I burst out laughing. I was a freakin poodle. I doubled over, unable to control my laugher.

Pretty soon Beck had joined me and we were laughing like two idiots.

I clutched my stomach, unable to stop bellowing at the situation. I continued on, feeling my eyes water in amusement for the first time in forever.

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