Escaping Reality...With My Enemy

Part III ~ Nothing Bad Happens at Parties

TW: underage drinking, homophobic slurs, sexual themes/lemon

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*George's POV*

"I didn't want to get into the whole 'pressing chargers' thing so I let it go," I explained to Karl as I sat in the office. I called him rather than my dad. I'd rather not involve him in this. I repositioned the ice pack on my eye.

"George, this isn't something you can just sweep under the rug. He hit you! Get him expelled or something!" Karl said, his voice getting higher and louder. A few of the women in the office glanced at him. "Sorry," he apologized to them. "But seriously, George, do something."

"I can't really do anything else. They suspended him for 5 days which is basically a whole week of school."

"Good! You'll be away from him for a week!"

"Not exactly. They said I still have to tutor him in the meantime. Every day until his grades improve and his coach accepts them."

"That's BS!"

"Yeah, well, I didn't expect any less from this shit school." I lowered my voice. "That's why I'm constantly being tormented by them. The school doesn't give two shits about the stuff they do to me."

"I thought they just call you names and push you around a little - is it more than that?" Karl asked, his voice also getting softer.

No one knows the shit I go through with the football players and everyone else on top of that. I have only told Karl a sliver of what has happened to me. "It's been getting worse," I said cautiously. It wasn't a lie necessarily. But it still wasn't the whole truth.

"Then tell someone! Tell a teacher! Tell the principal if you have to!" He shouted. He apologized to the office ladies again.

I lowered my voice again. "No, Karl. I'm just...I'm just done with high school, okay? I don't know why we fucking left the UK in the first place. The school I went to before was better at this kind of stuff. They wouldn't let them get away with everything. I need to forget today ever happened and resume all this Monday."

Karl glanced around the room before pulling me just outside the office. "I hear there's a party. Everyone's invited."

"So?" I had a feeling what he was going to tell me next, but I let him tell me since he looked way too excited.

"We should go! Get your mind off of this and blow off some steam."

I shook my head. "Absolutely not. I don't drink and that's not my scene."

"One, you don't have to drink and two, you have to go to at least one party before you graduate and if you're not enjoying yourself after and hour we can go."

I removed the ice from my eye to look him in both eyes. "Promise?"

"Promise. We'll take good care of you."

"We?"

"Quackity's coming to. He's supplying the alcohol for us."

"For you. I'm not going to touch that shit."

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I need a drink, I thought. Never thought I'd be even thinking that but I needed something to blur this night for me a little. I already had a red solo cup that I was told was very low in alcohol, but here I am stumbling around, head spinning. Maybe I'm just a lightweight.

"George, how're you feeling?!" Karl shouted over the music. Now, he was a lightweight.

"Fantastic. Ready to go home when you are," I shouted back.