"My scholarship almost got pulled. Then Cameron and I got into a fight, and he literally beat some sense into me."

-Isaiah, Chapter 14

"Mr. James, he simply cannot go on like this." I hear a voice say in the darkness. "He's wasted almost a whole semester in this drunken lifestyle of his. The board of directors will not wait any longer, he must show signs of improvement, or he will lose his scholarship."

"Come on," Cameron sighs. "I'll just up my family's donation."

No! I want to shout, but for some reason, my mouth won't move, and my eyes remained closed. Cameron knows I don't like him throwing his name around for me. Let them take my scholarship; I couldn't give a shit.

"You family's name can only get him so far. He's on a basketball scholarship and hasn't even shown up to one practice. This is the end of the line for him if he doesn't get his act together. Quickly."

Get my act together. My mushed mind mocks my advisor.

"Let's not forget the fact he's killing himself."

Good, let me die.

"Thank you, Mr. Winestock, he'll be ready for practice Monday."

Like hell I will! I haven't gone to a single practice all semester, and I'm not gonna start now.

Footsteps start and voices fade as my mind gives into darkness.

I wake up hours later, my head feeling as if it's being beaten by drums.

When my eyes finally focus, I see Cameron sitting on a chair in the corner of my room.

"Good," He says, standing. "You're up." Walking towards me, he hands me two blue pills and a water bottle.

Not taking the water, I swallow the two pills dry, cringing when the action causes the room to start spinning.

When I open my eyes again, Cameron is holding a plate of eggs. "When you're able to stand without vomiting, we're going to the gym."

"Nah." I say after swallowing a bite.

"'Nah' isn't an option."

"Dude," I groan. "I'm not in the mood to do this." I reach under my bed for a bottle a whiskey, but can't find it.

"It's not there."

"Where the fuck is it?" Rage builds in inside of me, as I jump from my bed. The entire room spins and I sit back down, groaning.

"Dumped down the sink." He says bluntly, and I'm about to rip him to shreds.

Slowly standing, I stumble towards the kitchen. Every bottle of alcohol in the house is sitting on the counter, empty.

"Cameron," I spit through gritted teeth. "That was hundreds of dollars of alcohol."

"I'll reimburse you." He shrugs, pissing me off even more.

"I don't want your damn money!" I shout. "I want my whiskey!"

"No more alcohol Isaiah. You're gonna kill yourself."

"You have no right!"

"As the person who supplied this alcohol for you, I have every right!" He scoffs before sighing. "I have no idea what I was thinking... You're not even supposed to be drinking and you're an alcoholic..."

"I'm not an alcoholic." I mumble, staring at all the empty bottles.

"When's the last time you were sober for longer than twenty-four hours?"

When I don't answer, he nods. "That's what I thought."

"Oh, don't act like it wasn't convenient for you." He acts all high and mighty; he was in the same spot at the beginning of summer. "I seem to remember your drunken rambling about Amelia."

His jaw clenches and I smirk, now we're both pissed.

"This isn't about Amelia; this is about you being one practice away from getting kicked out of this school."

"I don't care."

"You don't care?" He questions. "So what? Meghan doesn't love you, so you give up and everything else you wanted in life?"

"She was what I wanted!" I scream. "I wanted her; everything else was just extra! Do you know what it's like to have everything you wanted suddenly disappear? Oh, wait," I chuckle sarcastically. "You don't, because Mia didn't even consider giving you a chance."

His fists clench and I smirk, readying myself did a fight.

"You're itching for a fight aren't you?" He chuckles. "Well, then, hit me. Hit me, Isaiah! You didn't get to lay one on Jeremy so lay it on me."

"Do it!!!" He screams when I don't move. I'm then launching across the kitchen, sending my fist against his jaw.

His fist rams into my stomach. When I bend down, groaning, he trips me to the floor.

"Get up." He growls, and I swipe my leg underneath him, causing him to fall on his back next to me.

The next second I'm on top of him, rapidly sending my fist to his face. A satisfying crunch rings through the room, something just broke.

I should feel bad for beating my best friend's face in, but I don't see him. All I see is the love of my life kissing another guy.

He lets me get in a few good hits before flipping us over and retaliating. He's always been the stronger one.

His fist comes to my face quick and hard. Immediately, I feel my lip split. The next hit is to my jaw and my head jerks to the side.

The pain drowns my heartache better than any liquor has.

"Mr. James."

"Leave Jack!" Cameron shouts, not pausing the assault on my face.

I'm practically numb and seeing spots when I finally reach up and double tap Cameron.

Instantly, his fists freeze.

"Thank god," He sighs, falling off me to the floor. "I thought you were gonna let me kill you."

I laugh before groaning. "It hurts to breathe..."

"You broke my fucking nose."

Again, we both groan before falling into silence.

"I'm an alcoholic." I mutter a few minutes later. "I start to forget after a few drinks so I just keep going until I can't remember my own name."

"I'm not gonna ask you to quit drinking because that's asking too much." He says and I interrupt before he finishes.

"Good, because I wouldn't even if you did."

"But no more drinking without me. Your gonna kill yourself one of these days."

"Fine," I mutter after thinking a minute. "No more drinking alone."

"Also, I'm not drinking with you till your legal, so no alcohol until you're twenty-one."

"What the fuck Cameron!"

"Study hard!" He says, jumping up and running out of the room.

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