Alcohol

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Chapter One: The Party

Azimio's house welcomed everybody who was anybody at McKinley High. The party was hot, full of booze, chicks and condoms, and they were all getting their freak on with his parents' blessing. They conveniently left that weekend for a second honeymoon. After all, what was youth for if not getting crazy?

Alice, one of the sexiest Cheerios, with a perfect body, blond hair and make-up firmly in place despite the fact that she was quite tipsy, was all over certain jock, trying to get lucky and get a perfect score. However, for some reason, the guy just wasn't up for it.

"C'mon Dave, let's go upstairs! There's an empty room, but I don't think it will be for long"

"Hhmmm… I can't"

"What do you mean?" She asked, looking below his belt, "do you, like, have a problem… or something?"

"No! none of that! I'm perfectly fine!"

"Then, what's going on?"

"I, uh… I have a headache"

The girl sighed, exasperated. "Puh-lease! Lamest. Excuse. Ever. Enjoy yourself", she said, and left.

Karofsky was relieved to get the chick of his back. He had been with plenty of girls before, but he was always too drunk to care that he didn't feel anything and, as much as he wanted to drink all the alcohol in the house by himself, he knew better than to put himself in a vulnerable position and say or do things he would regret later. So he decided to go to the backyard to take some fresh air (or as much as he could in the middle of the giant smoke cloud) and keep a low profile.

He had always felt confused and uneasy, but lately, he was more unstable than usual. He just couldn't get Hummel out of his head. Picking on him calmed him down. Not that he liked Hummel to suffer, but it was the only way to get close to him and get him to think of him without raising suspicions. Besides, it was kinda like marking territory. The others knew Hummel was his target, so they left him alone (and he knew the others were even crueler). In some twisted way, he thought he was protecting him but, apparently, he was wrong. Now, Hummel's general absence from school coupled with his intermittent appearances at McKinley only served to drive him even crazier, like he was drilling a hole in his head.

"S'up man!" Azimio greeted, taking him by surprise. "This' one helluva night, dude! Let's drive around town with the boys!"

"You crazy?" Karofsky asked, eyeing his friend warily. "You're all drunk as hell!"

"C'mon man! Don't go all St. Dave on us! How many times've done this before? Nothing happens dude! We're invincible!"

"You don't look invincible right now", Karofsky noted sarcastically.

"You're boring as hell tonight" Azimio replied. "Anyway, your loss".

"Whatever"

Karofsky didn't know how much time happened after he said that. He went numb right after, just seeing people passing by and some noise, which he assumed was music, blasting from inside. He only woke up from his state when he saw a car leaving at full speed: it was his car, and Azimio and co. were in it.

"Motherfuckers stole my car!" He yelled, running after them. He stopped a cab that was passing by, and told the driver to follow them. It was difficult, though. The cab went as fast as it could, but they still lost track of them.

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Finn was trying to sleep, but it was impossible. His cell phone was ringing for the 20th time, and it was always the same caller ID: Karofsky. Saying it was getting tiresome was an understatement. He probably got wasted at that party because, why else would he be calling? They tolerated each other during football practice, but they weren't on speaking terms since Kurt had to change schools.

Riiiing…

It was either throwing the phone against the wall or answering it, and the phone was too expensive, so he had no choice.

"What do you want, Karofsky? I'm trying to sleep, dumbass… are you drunk?... stop calling me…" he said drowsily. "I don't care what goes on with… WHAT?" He screamed, and sat up suddenly. "Are you serious?... I swear I will… where again?.. yeah yeah! I'm going! I'm going!"

Finn hung up, and put on whatever clothes he could find first. This couldn't be happening.