Post by mac on Aug 4, 2017 19:43:28 GMT
Lennox knew that the little party was over, and he looked at Peter with a neutral expression. ”Right.” He said, nodding firmly. He remained in his apartment after Peter left, feeling a mix of things. Stress, shame, guilt. He figured he’d just keep getting high and forget about it.
Jesus. He really didn’t think some kid in High School would have the hots for him. Just went to show how fucked up his life was.
Cliff had spend the afternoon holed up in his house. None of his roommates were home. He had a bottle of vodka before him, a shot glass, and a TV show playing. He was doing a drinking game – all by himself. It was pathetic. But it took his mind off of Cleo, and what she may or may not be doing with Fletch.
Oh, he hadn’t wanted to be here tonight. He wanted to hook up with Cleo. But when he asked if she was free, she said she was busy. Ever since they’d gotten back from their trip, he took her ‘busy’ to mean she was going to be with Fletch. He took another shot of vodka, already four in. He felt electric, like his body was radiating.
He heard a sloppy knock on the door and got up, stumbling to it. Was one of hi suitemates back? Noah was the only one he cared about, and he wasn’t coming back for a few days. He swung the door open and grimaced at Peter. Great. The fucking bane of his existence. ”Get lost.” he said, leaning against the doorframe. His hair was down in thick curls, nearly reaching his shoulders now. There was a slight slur to his speech. ”Noah’s not here, you damn usurper.”