Sides (Tory x Y/N)

Part Six

Y/N POV:

*note- there's gonna be a little smut this chapter.*

"Wanna hang out later?" I ask Sam.

She looks up from her magazine.

"Sorry, hanging out with Miguel."

That's the third day in a row!
If I suggest something good, maybe she'll wanna hang out with me. I need something to think about other than last night.

"Wanna go out to eat? My treat!" I say.

"I'm busy with Miguel for a while."

"How long is a while?" I ask. I just want to hang out with my friend. She normally makes me happy.

"I don't know! Just let me hang out with my boyfriend!" She yells and runs upstairs.

My best friend hates me. I know that no one told her about last night. Because I know Hawk got drunk and fucked the guy whose arm I snapped.
They're in a massive hangover. So why does she hate me?

I knock on her door.

"Go away! You're selfish! I just want to hang out with my boyfriend!" She yells from behind the door.

"I just want to hang out with my friend," I say sadly as I walk to my room.

She hates me. Just because I wanted some time for us to hang out.

I go into my room and grab my secret stash of alcohol. I grab the biggest bottle of vodka and chug it. It tasted great and I can feel myself slipping away... I text my friends because I don't know who else to talk to.

'Hey Robby'

No answer.

"Probably busy," I slur.

I text Kyler.

'Hey Ky'

'Hey Y/N'

'Sneak in to the LaRusso's house'

'Ok'

He opens my bedroom door to me completely drunk.

"F-f-fuck me," I demand, slurring every time I stutter.

"You're obviously drunk!" He says.

"Please fuck me," I whimper.

"No!" He says sternly.

"A hickey?" I ask desperately.

My brain is going psycho from the alcohol.

"If a give you one hickey, do you promise to get sober?" He asks.

"Mhm," I nod.

He smashes his lips into mine.
He bites my lip, making me moan softly. He bites my shoulder as a louder moan escapes my lips. He gives me a hickey on my neck and stops himself. He wants to go further but he has self restraint.

"I'm going home. Get sober!" He says as he leaves.

~the next morning~

I wake up to a hickey on my neck and a bite mark on my shoulder. What the hell happened? I look under my bed at the beers and the small vodka bottles. Where's the big one?

I probably got drunk.

I text my friends to see if they know anything. I make a groupchat with Robby and Kyler.

'Do you two know anything bout the hickey on my neck' -me

'What the actual fuck' -Robby

'You got drunk' -Ky

'What the hell did you do Ky?' -me

'You made me come over. You wanted me to fuck you. You were crazy drunk.
You said that if I gave you a hickey, you'd get sober. I bit you, gave you your hickey, then I left' -Ky

'Holy shit' -Robby

'Do you remember why you decided to drink?' -Ky

I think for a second.
Why did I drink?
...
Sam.

'I got in an arguement. Felt depressed.' -me

'I'm coming to see you' -Robby

'Nah I'm okay. I have a headache but I'm fine. I'll meet you at the park if you want?' -me

'Sure' -Robby

'How bout you Ky?' -me

'Busy' -Ky

'You fucking someone?' -me

'The full deal' -Ky

'Have your fun. I'll leave now Robby' -me

I turn off my phone and try to sneak out the door when Sam sees me.

"Hey," She says.

I must not look presentable because her face drops.

"What happened?" She asks.

"Nothing your ass would care about. Excuse me," I push her out of my way.

I walk to the park because I can't risk drunk driving.

"Hey," I wave to Robby.

"I brought Ibuprofen," He gives me one of the pills.

"Thanks," I say.

"You should've texted that you were feeling depressed. You could've talked to me instead of going to the alcohol," He said.

"I'm sorry. I screwed up."

"Don't scare me like that again, okay? Do you want to come with me where we can get you straightened out?" He asks.

"But I'm bisexual," I laugh at my joke.

"I didn't know that," He says.

"Surprise!" I smile.

"C'mon," He drags my arm.

My eyes feel heavy.

"I'm blurring out," I say as I pass out.