Never Gonna Happen

6

Scooter and I had made it back to my house just fine, but the effects of the weed had waned off; the adrenaline of running from cops had replaced it. I was fine with either feeling. 

I was sitting on my kitchen counter as Scooter poured me a glass of water. We were just existing in silence, I hate silence. Seriously, it's awful. I can't stand it at school and I can't stand it right now. 

Scooter hands me my water, "Thanks." 

"Yeah." 

I take a sip and watch as Scooter moves around my kitchen. He's still antsy about the cop situation, even if we hadn't gotten caught, we still hadn't heard from either Mindy or Rick. He kept popping his knuckles and looking over at the phone.

Scooter's nerves were clearly heightened, and hey, mine were too but he needed to chill out. He was starting to stress me out more than I already was. I hated stress and I hated silence. 

"They'll probably call your house before they call mine." 

Scooter's head snaps towards me, I clearly hit his train of thought with a car. He blinks quickly and rubs the bridge of his nose, "Yeah." 

I hop down off of the counter and hand my cup to Scooter, he takes a drink, "You gonna say anything other than yeah?" 

"Sure." 

"Anything more than one word answers?" 

"Sorry." 

I sigh, "That was still only one word." 

Scooter opens his mouth to speak but the phone starts to ring. He almost lunges at the phone but since I was standing next to it, I lift it up and put it to my ear, "Hello?" 

Scooter looks like he's going to strangle me, I'm well aware he wanted to answer the call but they were my friends too. 

"Oh, Jess, thank god. Rick and I didn't know whether the cops had gotten you guys or not." 

I mouth, they're fine, to Scooter and he sighs, "No, we got out. We couldn't find you guys, what happened?" 

"We were talking to Owen," Oh fuck, "And that's when we heard the cops were coming so we just left with him. We couldn't find you guys either." 

I run a hand through my hair, "I'm just glad you guys are ok."

"Yeah, same here."

"Alright, goodnight."

"Night." I end the call and Scooter stares at me expectantly. 

I raise an eyebrow at him, "What?" 

"Are they ok? What happened?" 

I walk over to my fridge and open the freezer, "They're fine. They left with some kid named Owen." I answer as I rummage around. 

"Owen?" 

Fuck, oh dear god, do not let Scooter figure out what the fuck happened, "Yeah, that's what Mindy said." 

"The one on the hockey team?" 

Oh please, have mercy, "I don't know." 

"Hm." Is all I hear. 

I finally find what I'm looking for and pull it out of the freezer, the cold of the bottle biting at my hands, "Found it." 

I turn around and hold up the bottle so Scooter can see, "Vodka? Really?" 

I shrug and open the cap, taking a drink. My face scrunches up as the alcohol burns down my throat, "I don't see why not. Why? Got a problem with some," I look at the clock on the microwave, "Two a.m. drinking?" 

Scooter grabs the bottle out of my hands, "Not in the least bit." And he takes a drink. 

Scooter and I end up in my room, both taking turns drinking from the bottle. Even though both of us don't know how to shut up, we sit in silence. Silence makes me so damn uncomfortable that I want to start speaking but I know that if I say something I'll just end up saying something about Owen, and god, I really don't want to do that. But I am drunk and I wanna talk. 

"Scooter?"

"Hm?" 

I bend backwards, my head now dangling off of the bed, "What are we going to do when school starts?" 

Scooter takes a minute to respond but he giggles when I hear him start to move. I turn my head to see him dangling off of the bed too, his eyes looking into mine, "I don't know, we'll probably just do our normal thing." 

"Yeah, but like, what's our normal?" 

Scooter does his best to shrug upside down, "I don't know. School." 

I sigh and look away from Scooter, "I don't want school to start. I hate it." 

"Don't let your dad hear you say that." 

I snort and look back over at him, "He doesn't listen to me anyways." 

Scooter and I lay in silence once again until I move up so my head is no longer dangling off of the side of my bed, Scooter copies my actions. 

The silence is almost unbearable, but Scooter says something that makes me wish for the silence. 

"Kiss me." 

"What? Scooter, you're drunk." 

"So are you." Scooter grabs my wrists and tugs me closer to him. The space between us shrinking, "Please." 

"Scott." 

"Jessica." 

"You're drunk. You aren't serious." I whisper. 

Scooter's usually playful face twists into a serious one, his eyes hardening, "I'm deadly serious right now." 

Fuck. 

What am I even supposed to do in this situation?

"I think...I think that the blood that was just rushing to your head is effecting your ability to think logically." 

"Can you shut the fuck up for a minute and just kiss me?" Scooter asks. 

I glance between his eyes, trying to figure out what the fuck I want to do, "Scooter..." 

"Please." He whispers back as he pulls me closer to him, I'm just about sitting on his lap as we stare at each other. He moves his hands down to my waist and he adjusts me so this time I am sitting on his lap. 

"You're just drunk." 

Scooter's fingers press harder onto the exposed skin around my waist, "Do you want me to stop?" 

I hesitate before I answer. Do I want him to stop? It would be a really good idea not to do this. Like an amazing idea to just tell him to stop. 

Good thing I'm drunk. 

"No."