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My heart sang and did flips when he said that.
“I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me. You’re trying to get a basketball scholarship. I don’t want to be the reason you don’t get it,” I said.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll play. Coach gets mad at me, but he gets over it. He thinks I’m a good kid. Plus, I’m best friends with the star. I’m good,” Eddy assured.
We hugged and went our separate ways. I was overjoyed that Eddy wanted to hang out with me again. I thought we were forming a strong connection. If only I knew back then what I know now. I wish I were able to go back in time toscreamat my past self: Whatever you do, do not trust him!
That warning would have prevented my life from turning into an absolute disaster.
CHAPTER 15
JACOB - PRESENT DAY
Sometimes plans can work out well, and other times, they completely fail. Carlos and I planned on having a few drinks, but that quickly turned into a lot of drinks. Pretty soon, we got drunk.
“Your objective has failed,” Carlos asserted.
“No, it did not. The party’s not over yet. I’m waiting for the right opportunity to strike,” I replied.
“You said that three beers ago.”
“I did?”
“Yes.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did—look at the three empty bottles below you,” Carlos pointed out.
He was right. There were exactly three empty bottles below me.
“I guess I did. I don’t remember,” I mentioned.
I saw Frankie and Vivian heading upstairs. They were giggling.
“Oh, wow! Look at them. That looks like fun,” I said.
“Who? Is that Vivian? Are you crazy? That’s Heather’s best friend with Frankie. He’ll kill you if you try anything,” Carlos warned me.
“I’m drunk, and I’m feeling bold, my main man. It’s time to party.”
I shot up and stumbled my way through the crowd while Carlos tried to stop me.
“Dude, get back here. You will be murdered and thrown into a ditch by the entire basketball team if you don’t chill out.”
“I’m chill, bro. Just stay here until I come back,” I ordered.
“Okay, if you say so. Don’t call me if Heather or Frankie kills you. You would be dead, and dead people don’t make phone calls,because they’re dead!” Carlos exclaimed.
To this day, I don’t know what compelled me to get up and go after them. It had to be that the “drunk me” was some sort of maniacal monster who held no boundaries. If I were honest, the “regular me” seldom held any boundaries as well.
What happened next at the party was an absolute blur of chaos, confusion, anarchy, and weird chanting. I remembered that Heather wanted to hurt me with a baseball bat after I told her something that made her very upset. She succeeded and bruised my body in various ways.
After that, I remembered being outside, where she proceeded to make me bleed from my nose. I felt like utter trash and tried to apologize to her, which may not have been the best thing to doat the moment, but I couldn’t help feeling guilty. It was after that little event that I began to think about what the hell I had been doing.
I stood outside Frankie’s house in a daze. It could’ve been the alcohol that made me feel guilty, but I wanted to believe it was something else within me that finally awakened. It sounded dumb after the things I did, but it was the truth.
When I turned around, I saw Carlos sitting down on the side of the house, drinking. He looked miserable. We both had a rough night. I slowly walked over to him while I wiped my nose and plopped down next to him. I softly groaned as my shoulder ached.
