Jealousy Kills | SkepHalo |

Chapter 19

It felt like my face was on fire. I breathlessly pulled away from the best make-out session I've had in my entire life. Both of our faces were red as a tomato, and Darryl's glasses were slightly askew from his face. It made him look funny, and instead of making any actual conversation as to what just happened, I giggled. The flashing lights began to blur as my hearing came back, hearing the song appropriately.

I kissed a girl, and I liked it

How fitting. Katy Perry was always a highschool party classic. From that point on, everything was blank. I don't remember anything.

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Darryl's POV (i hate that i had to switch POVs :[)

I nervously stared at the smaller boy. He looked flushed, but didn't we both? I didn't even have time to react before Zak's lips were on my own. Oh my goodness. Immediately, I could taste the alcohol. That was definitely not just fruit punch. What made it worse was that I had half a drink too, and I did feel a little tipsy right now. How would I explain this to my mom? No- you can't think about that right now. Zak Ahmed, my childhood best friend and now— whatever he is to me— is drunkenly kissing me in front of 50 kids who go to our school. This wasn't going to be me taking advantage of anything, right? For my first kiss, it was kind of sloppy, but I felt myself getting into the rhythm of it. It didn't bother me that I was kissing a guy. It didn't bother me that this guy was my friend. It didn't bother me that everyone was shouting and recording— okay, maybe that bothered me a little, but I didn't care for the moment. It was hard to tell if we were mad in love or just drunk, because at this point we were making out like it was the end of the world. No one intervened, and it was hard to tell what was going through everyone's head. Feeling suffocated, I pulled away and gasped for air. I fixed my glassed quickly as Zak giggled. Now that I think about it, all the signs were there. He was probably drunk out of his mind, and I just hoped that he didn't puke on me. I stared quizzically at his brown eyes, taking my hands off of him. "Is it going to be awkward now?" What am I saying, of course it wa— My train of thought was cut off as I was pulled down face-to-face with him. I swear my face flushed a red I have never seen before. He whispered to me,

"It can be as awkward as you want." And then leaned into my neck, probably to abuse it with kisses like he did my lips.

That doesn't make any sense. I could barely think, probably going to have a very hot problem with Zak- but then I felt him being pulled off of me. I couldn't tell if I was relieved or upset. I wasn't surprised to see a disturbed Vincent holding Zak by the arms. "Alright guys, did anyone remember our rule to make-out outside?" He spoke in a funny French accent, and Zak turned to him with sleepy eyes.

"I-I swear I didn't mean to-" I stuttered, my face was starting to hurt now.

Vincent laughed, "Chill out Darryl. I guess my notes finally got through to you." He winked, which made me feel suddenly embarrassed. Well, more embarrassed than I already was. There was strained giggling and we both turned to Zak, who was smiling at Vincent now.

"Your voice is funny.." Zak spoke, rubbing his face for some reason.

Vincent stared right back, "Vincent, Zak. Im Vincent." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "how much did you have to drink?"

"L..like... 14.." Zak was giggling again, seemingly joking. Geo came up and joined in on the conversation, 

"I think he had 5 cups?" He said, sounding unsure. Vincent and I shared an expression, looking concerned for our friend.

"Do you think that's dangerous?" I asked, reaching out to brush at Zak's hair as a loving mother would do.

"No, he'll survive." Geo shrugged, watching Zak stumble while standing still.