The Abandoned Lovers

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Chapter 26 - The Boyzz

Almost everybody has a squad, the group do their friends, the ones they hang out with on an almost daily basis. I never had one, I was always very anti-social, only having one friend.

But maybe I could get one now. I mean, if worst comes to worst I'll get a teddy bear family. That's not even that bad.

I don't get angry, and Kingston's excuse was true, I'm stupid to even think for a second that I liked him or I cared about a stupid one of his kisses.

But maybe I'm not...

I danced with a drunk Lilah all night, not wanting to get drunk myself after what my dad did to me while he was drunk. I didn't know that Kingston would leave me to drink anyway.

Lilah is a charismatic drunk, Rain is the hyper drunk, similar to Kingston, and Miah didn't get drunk. Miah seems cool, she didn't do anything rash, she just sat down and played with Reid on his phone.

At about 1:13 am when I decide to sleep, I go over to Kingston, going to this side on the thankfully comfortable couch, putting my arm around him and putting a blanket over us.

I just want to make sure he's okay.

A few people fell asleep in guest rooms, leaving the house not very messy at all, something I could clean in a few hours.

River comes down the steps of the stairs, not wobbling though he's definitely drunk, just not the wobbling type.

He sees me but..not Kingston? Looking at me and smiling, running his fingers through my hand and speaking with alcohol in his breath, "Goodnight Hailey."

Who's Hailey?

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I wake up at 5 am to help Kingston as he throws up his guts. Hailey is in the back of my mind. But as most things, I push it away.

I run my fingers through Kingston's greasy blonde hair as he gags, his face almost inside of the toilet. "It's okay, Kingston, I'm right here in case you need anything." I say and he gags again, looking up at me with classy eyes, "What did I do?" He asks, sadness in his voice.

"Well you drank." I say sarcastically and a tear spills from his eye, I hated seeing him cry. "No, no! Don't cry! You didn't do anything, just danced and probably made out with a girl, I think I saw you mostly with Reid. And he was sober!" I say and Kingston gives me a sad, lopsided smile.

I won't tell him, he doesn't want to know.

"Thank you." He says, before throwing up again as I tie his hair in a tiny ponytail at the top of his head to keep it out of his way.

Once he's better, in which I mean stopped throwing up every minute, I gave him an aspirin for his headache.

After I start cleaning, something I do for fun, out of habit, out of stress. I finish up everything, at this point just cleaning a counter out of nowhere. It doesn't need to be cleaned.

River comes down the stairs, the glass of water in his hand as he rubs his head. He sees me on the ground and stares at me for a second. "You didn't have to clean, everything, very thoroughly." He says and I shake my head looking up at him.

"It's fine." I say and he furrows his eyebrows, coming towards me. "I can tell when something is not fine, what's wrong?" He asks and I shake my head, "It's nothing."

"Thank you for the aspirin." He says and I shrug, "You're a really good friend." He says.

He helps me up off the ground, my clothes dirty from me cleaning everything. "I'm going to go change, you need a shower you smell like alcohol and hookup." I say and he smells himself, "Oh god." He says chuckling as he shakes his head to get the stench out.