jack rolls up ten minutes later and i get in his car without hesitation.
"i didn't think you'd call. what's up?" he says.
"ashton's in the hospital," i tell him, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
he starts driving to the nearest club and doesn't ask anymore questions until we walk in and get a drink.
"so why'd you call me?"
"you're the only one who wouldn't judge me for getting drunk and high. michael almost killed me and calum's just pissed at me in general."
he nods. "so you're gonna get completely wasted?"
"don't get any ideas," i tell him and he smirks.
"you said it."
[ok this is short as hell but i promise you the next chapter will be longer and in calum's pov.]