Chapter Seven

Caden's POV

I knew I didn't mean any of the things I said to Mercedes back there. She was so different and it was driving me over the bend. The girls loved me. Everyone wanted me. Why was she fucking different? It was annoying.

My phone rang and I picked it up hastily, placing it on my left ear and turning on the TV.

It was Adrian.

"Hey, bro!" he yelled enthusiastically with booming music from wherever he was.

"What?" I asked in a stressed tone, not caring about what he had to say because I was pretty sure it was gonna be stupid. Like it always is...

"Now before you think that what i'm about to say is stupid, let me just tell you that its not," he hollered in a silly giggle.

Typical Adrian.....

"Spill it. I don't want you wasting my time any further." I scoffed with a pessimistically gloomy sigh.

"Well there's a frat house and - "

"Frat house? Hell no! I am not coming to any of your clumsy teenage parties to help you with a girl, and no I don't have anything doing but I still won't help you!" I fired hotly, having known Adrian inside out and back to back. I can read him like the palm of my hand.

"Please," he cried out pathetically.

Adrian's the worst when it comes to girls. He's cute and all but he hasn't got the moves, the tongue and the eyes. On the other hand, I got it all, except some people next door fail to realize it.

"Its fun. I promise you'll love it here, and you're totally up for this. You're just a teenager like me, so stop acting all bossy around here," he upbraided as the music still boomed ceaselessly from the background.

"First of all, I am not acting bossy. I am your boss!" I shot sassily. "Second of all, I'm not a Teenager just like you. Young adult, boy. Young adult. And thirdly, I am not up for this. And lastly, I am your boss so stop acting the other way round," I pointed the facts out clearly.

He groaned loudly and I heard a female voice yell his name in bourgeoning excitement.

"Was that Mackenzie?" I asked, interested all of a sudden.

"Yeah, why?" he asked gloomily.

"Why didn't you tell me she was there and what's she doing there, anyways?" I pondered.

"She's here with a guy and her sister, they're really getting it up a notch. His name's Blake,"

"A guy?" I requisitioned with a gutsy worry in me. Damn that girl.

"Yeah, a guy. And the dude should get an award for the hottest teen on planet earth. He's so muscular and - " he ranted on and on.

"Oh, just shut up!" I snapped at him angrily.

He chuckled.

"Are there frat girls?" I chimed in.

"Yeah!"

"Vodka?"

"Yeah!"

"Teenage blonde's?"

"Hot one's at that!" he enticed in an intriguing voice.

"I'll be there in thirty minutes. Text me the address. And do everything to keep Mackenzie away from that scum bag, Block or whatever his name is," I warned jealously but too proud to admit it.

"I said the name's Blake," he repeated.

"Yeah, Block!" I spat.

"You're jealous huh? She left you for the hot dude," he teased.

"No, I am not. Just wait for me. I am on my way!" I hung up and dashed the phone on the bed, panting.

Black Block Bleed Blue whatever his name is...fuck him!

Hurriedly, I got into my black ripped jeans and a black T shirt with my trainers. I grabbed my keys and barged out of the room, slamming the door hard and running downstairs, skipping some stairs as I just flew through.

I ran to the garage and got into my car, Lukas opened the gate and I drove off in a hurry.

I'm coming for you, Blush!!!

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Walking into the party, I gazed at half naked bodies painted with neon and moving with luminous glow sticks, bumping and smacking bodies against each others as alcohol streamed through their bodies and intoxicated them.

The party was right up my alley, so wild, crazy and laid back as neon lights beautifully lit up the dark room. Red used disposable cups on the floor, confetti and smoked cigarette's littered the ground, perfectly displaying the true meaning of a frat party.

I walked right into the over adrenaline secreted crowd with my body bumping into people that could barely even see a thing lucidly with all the alcohol and drugs that pulsed in their bloodstreams. The music encouraged the insanity as it was so loud you could hear it a hundred blocks away.

Frat girls, wild eyes and hard drinking, frat brothers having a ton of fun with drugs and people I never even knew came to this frat house. I finally set my eyes on Mackenzie as she danced to the popping rhythm of the booming music with ease and away from the world. I smirked as I reached to her and forcefully grabbed her arm to the counter.

"What the fuck!" she yelled with the odour of liquor emitted as every word fell out of her mouth.

"What the hell are you doing here with a guy named Bill!" I yelled at her.

"What? What Bill? Is this Caden? What the fuck are you doing here?" she asked as she staggered, fully intoxicated.

I rolled my eyes and waited for her sanity to return.

"Oh, Caden!" she exclaimed in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"I should be asking you that question and who's Blob!" I scoffed.

"Blob? Who's Blob?" she asked back.

"Are you seriously asking me that question?" I yelled over the sound of booming music and a noisy crowd.

"Mackenzie, i'm going upstairs now with Blake."

Her sister, Juliana said with a guy behind her.

"Adrian meet my sister Juliana and her boyfriend, Blake," she introduced drunkenly.

Oh, he's her sister's......

"Hey!" They both chorused and I spread a smile across my face.

"You two be careful upstairs. We all know what goes down up there," Mackenzie warned and cocked a bottle of alcohol, gulping it down.

"That's enough alcohol for you!" I yelled and snatched it away.

"Quit being a bitch, Caden. Return the bottle," she whined and lazily stretched, reaching for the bottle.

"No. You're drunk and need to go home," I advised as she kept struggling for her bottle.

"I am not drunk and what do you care anyway? You don't even care about me, or everything I've ever done for you. All you ever cared about was yourself and those bitches you invited to your bedroom on countless occasions. Leave me alone! Go away!" she groaned soberly and staggered her way to the stool, sitting on it and throwing up in a pan just beside.

I never expected those words.

"You need to go home now. And I am gonna take you home." I ordered and lifted her off the chair and we exited the house.

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"You've been throwing up for the past thirty minutes. How much of that shit did you take in?" I screamed.

"You got me at my eighth bottle." she whispered with a soft voice from the bathroom and threw up once again.

I rolled my eyes at her words.

"What made you drink so much? You were insane back there!" I yelled.

"You did," she replied with simple directness.

"I?" I asked, pointing to my chest and raising a brow at her.

"Yes you," she said again in a flirtatious way and heaved a gloomy sigh, staring heavenward.

"How?" I queried in a usual surprise.

"You make me feel stupid, all the time. And the more I feel stupid, the more I come back to you. You're an obsession and I need you to leave," she shot with a sad smile.

"I don't understand what you're saying." I pointed with a sense of guilt.

"That's exactly what i'm saying. You don't understand because you care for nothing more than sex. It's all I'm ever here for and it's pissing me off," she sighed and looked downward at her long neon green fixed nails.

"When was this ever a problem?" I asked.

"Since the first time I met you," she mentally shrugged.

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

Mackenzie is not different from the others but at least she's not the other's. She's a more sophisticated kind of person and she attracted my attention for the longest time, but it wasn't for the right reasons. I never took serious interest in her.

"Sorry is not in your vocabulary and that sounded so fake so please leave," she hissed ordered and stood up from the bed, walking to the window in gentle remonstrance as her hair stood scattered in a messy bun and her makeup ruined with black eyeliner messing up her eyes. Her grey hoodie perfected her body and her skin enticed me more.

"I actually came here because I need to talk about something," I stated, looking up at her with her face down at the window and staring into the streets.

"What's it about?" she asked, not turning back.

"I have a problem. Its a mess. And I need someone to talk to," I mentioned, sending curiosity.

She looked back and gazed for a while before returning to the bed with a little shrug.

"What's up!" she asked.

"I'm married," I blurted bluntly, not even creating a mood changer.

She laughed hysterically. I stared at her, wondering the cause of her overwhelming laughter.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked.

"You are so hilarious. You really got me there," she roared optimistically, laughing as she pronounced each word.

"I am not joking. I'm serious," I stated.

"You have got to be kidding me," she said as her laughter faded off and a sad face came up.

I shook my head apologetically as a line of tear rolled down her eye.

"I don't understand. Why the rush?" she cried out depressingly.

"It my parents. They planned the whole thing up. I wasn't even aware and I feel so devastated." I fumed, wilfully misunderstood.

"Mercedes, right?" she asked.

I nodded slowly and stared into her beautiful dazzling eyes as they turned red and prepared for tears.

"So, what are you doing here? You should be at home with your family," she said and stood up, returning to the bathroom and cleaning up her face. The sound of running water from the tap made me imagine the ocean of tears that was gonna drip from her eyes.

"You don't understand. I don't want to be there. Its suffocating," I cried out and she popped her head from the bathroom, staring at me.

"It is what it is, Caden. I think you should go now," she sighed.

"But..."

"Please, go. I'm going to call you later and we could probably hang out some other time. I just need to be alone right now," she bent her head with a frown on her lips and returned it to the bathroom.

I stood up and looked around, regretting my actions. I screwed up.

"I'm going now," I notified as I turned the door knob and waited for a reply.

There was none apart from little sobs and sniffles, so I left without another word, fully disappointed.