Weight of the World-p.r.s

32-no need to hold me close, in fact, just leave me be

"What're these from? Looks like you got mauled." Alex questioned when they pulled away, running his fingertips over the, now scabbed, gashes on her neck that Brooke didn't remember getting. His touch made her break out in goosebumps, it was all just so nice.

"Dunno," Brooke mumbled, trying to force her brain to form coherent thoughts. It was starting to get extremely difficult at this point, as she knew she drank too much. Plus, now there was more exhaustion and her body was sore, but, on the bright side, Alex was warm. He smelt nice as well- but Brooke couldn't really describe it. Perhaps she was just too shitfaced to do so, and all she could focus on was the hand that was still resting by the waistband of her shorts. Not that she minded.

Alex shifted his position so that Brooke was laying next to him again, his arms now loosely wrapped around her waist. "I think it's time-" He started, only to be cut off by what sounded like someone trying to break the front door down, a fist harshly hitting the door three times. The sudden noise startled Brooke fully awake, the warning bells in her mind blaring.

What if it was someone from the team? She couldn't explain Alex easily, nor the fact that she was drunk. It would probably lead to her being put on house arrest or something- but the potential embarrassment was much worse. Brooke didn't even know if she should share a bed with Jayden anymore. She didn't want to hurt his feelings though, and she knew that he enjoyed it as much as she did. It made her heart hurt strangely, and she hated that. A part of her knew that she shouldn't have the feelings she had for Jayden, anyways. Maybe it was time to finally draw the line. He deserved better.

"What the fuck," Alex groaned, the blankets rustling as he sat up. "I've got it, stay here. I'll be right back." He promised, Brooke nodding faintly in response. With that, he rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands, getting out of bed and leaving his bedroom, grabbing a hoodie that was thrown over his desk chair. He pulled the fabric over the head as he walked, reaching his front door just in time for the person to knock again. Wincing at the noise, Alex opened the door, scowling at the person who now stood at his doorstep, who had his fist raised, getting ready to knock again.

"Rise and fucking shine," Casper Green spat, narrowing his eyes, which were framed with dark circles. He fit the stereotypical look of a college student going into a medical field or going for something related to a medical field, the hood of the grey hoodie he wore over his head- which proudly read the University of Canterbury in red letters across his chest. Paired with the black sweatpants and black converse, he looked like he had just gotten out of bed, that fact causing Alex to shoot him a curious look. "I'm looking for Brooke, and guessing by the hickey on your neck, she's here. Or did you find another girl with an alcohol addiction to manipulate into having sex with you?" His voice was dripping with venom as he practically hissed out the words, Alex just letting out a sigh. This wasn't the first time he'd had Casper nearly throw hands with him on his doorstep, as the seventeen-year-old made sure that his overwhelming hatred was visible from the get-go.

"It's not manipulation if she comes on her own accord," Alex corrected, stepping to the side and letting Casper inside. He really didn't want to, but he knew it was either letting him inside or him punching down his front door. And he really didn't feel like paying for another front door. "I'm just saying." He added, and if glares could kill, Casper would've killed him a while ago.

"She's mentally ill and you know that; plus, you knew she was sober. It's still manipulation, you just offered her shitty coping mechanisms and alcohol so you could fuck someone. You're in the wrong as much as she is," Casper argued, pulling the hood of his hoodie off of his head. He ruffled his hair, letting out a sigh, which turned into a yawn. "Please tell me-" He started, but was cut off by the sound of footsteps hitting the wooden floor, Brooke stumbling into the living room.