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------------- Point of view- Isaac Lahey ------------------
what is this about" Scott yelled at me when he held his smartphone up, I didn't even look at it, first I wouldn't be able to read it anyways and second I knew what this was about "Why do you freak out like this man and just STOP yelling at me I have a headache already" the brown eyes looked at me concerned "Did you drink again" I managed to escape his view and nodded guilty "Yes, and what this is about, you are not really asking that question are you" I did not look at him when he responded "I just want to know why the fuck my best friend and basically the father of my son consideres to transfer to a german Lacrosse team all in the sudden" it hurt, It fucking hurt to not be able to tell him the truth but it would hurt even more if I would see the shocked facial expression when I told him the truth why I just didn't. tears started running down my face when I whispered "I'd preffer to be alone right now" Scott just wanted to move when his son opened the door and looked at me curios "dad why is daddy crying?" and even more hot and salty tears ran down my face, I would not just give up on him- my best friend, but also on his son and Dereks (yes I did name my son after the sourwolf derek Hale) best friend
It was in the middle of the night when I sneaked downstairs to get a new bottle of vodka after I had emptied mine way too fast over the past days. I opened the fridge and the cold air caused me chills but I was able to close the door really fast again because I found what I was looking for, without thinking I opened up the bottle and took a sip when the light was switched on and I saw Scott in the kitchen, shirtless just dressed in sweatpants looking at me half angry, half worried and half way too sleepy, another sip, "What in jesus name are you doing man?" another sip, "is that vodka?" another sip, and one more amd another one just because "Yes" I mumbeled with a slightly blurry voice "Why are you drinking so much?" I shrugged my shoulders "Why souldn't I be drinking so much I mean I would give up everything just to get away" , three more sips, "What do you mean by to get away?" the hot Lacrosse legende asked "Get away from Scott McCall but shhh don't tell him he might hate me now" I giggeled slightly confused- what was this guy doing here- or three versions of the guy "And why is that?"