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Garrett
Logan is a great friend. He sat me down downstairs and just drank with me. Alcohol a lot of it. I’m drowning in Whiskey. I finished half the bottle while Logan gets more from his secret hiding places and there are a lot. Three additional bottles of Whiskey and so much beer are standing in front of me. I’m usually not a big drinker so I’m definitely plastered already. The stereo is blasting loud music. No one is talking. I miss her. That thought makes me take another gulp from the bottle. Logan takes one gulp and holds the bottle to me and I take it. I didn’t hear the front door open but Tucker and Dean appeared in front of me. My vision is already blurry but it’s definitely them and they stare down at me. “What happened?” Tucker asks but I can barely hear him because of the music. “Sheee broke up withss me.” I say slurring. Dean raises an eyebrow while Tucker looks utterly shocked. “But why?” I shrug to his question. Another gulp. “Does it matter?” Dean asks him and Logan lights up a cigarette. Normally I would tell him not to smoke inside, but I don’t really care right now. “She said…” sigh “she thinks we’re moving too fast and she wantsss to see other people.” I take another deep gulp. Tucker takes a seat. “Okay and what did you say?” I look at him and blink slowly. I miss her. Another gulp. I feel my eyes water. I am not going to cry! “Honestly I just want to drink. If you’re not up to it, don’t, but really I need to get shitfaced right now.” Dean and Tucker nod. “And that’s what we are going to do.” Logan get’s up still smoking and comes back while I open a bottle of beer. When he comes back he holds something in his hands. A joint. “You want?” He asks Tuck, who nods. He is holding a beer and Dean is sprawled on the chair without a shirt already emptying his second bottle. He doesn’t even ask Dean, because Dean never says no to a joint. I empty the bottle of beer and drink from the whiskey bottle. Logan lights up the joint and takes a hit after that he holds it to me which surprises not just me, but everyone else too. “You want G?” I look at it. I miss Hannah. Another gulp of Whisky. “He never smokes.” Dean answers slurring. He probably already partied hard before coming here and is plastered. “Yeah that will take him out completely.” Tuck says. I take it and take a big hit. “Yo, take it easy.” Logan says and takes it from me. “Others want too.” He hands it to Dean and I release the smoke. The last time I smoked weed was freshman year and I woke up in the backyard of a frat house. I want to cough but hold it back and take another gulp of the Whiskey because I am thinking about her again. I miss Hannah. Her laugh. Her warmth. Her soft skin. Her beautiful hair. Her soft lips. STOP! Another gulp. “Wow, this really fucked you up.” Dean says, looking at me while the joint goes to Tucker.
Logan
When he said Hannah broke up with him I couldn’t really believe it but my best friend is completely broken. He barely drinks and never, ever smokes. The last time must have been in Freshman year. But here he is gulping down beer and Whiskey while taking hit after hit of the joint I prepared. Not one of us tells him to slow down because we all know what heartbreak feels like and we all could see how much he loved Hannah. I can’t be happy she left him. I know I am excused from the Brocode but not like this. He will hate himself tomorrow morning. He is shitfaced and high, a deadly combination for our Cap. We drink and talk about other stuff while G just drinks and drinks. “Give me one of those.” He points to my pack of cigarettes. A very bad habit that I can’t quit. Dean and Tucker like to indulge in the occasional joint and Dean likes to indulge into other party favours as well but none of them smokes on the regular like me. I know Dean had his fair share of experiences with Coke and Molly but he is not a big fan of cigarettes, not that he doesn’t smoke one from time to time. I take too long to react to G’s request, so he just helps himself and lights one up. Dean and Tuck just quickly glance at him but don’t say anything. We didn’t light another joint because we’re in the middle of the season and we can’t risk failing a pisstest. We sit and drink till 2am when we’re all shitfaced. G is already asleep for 30 minutes. “We should take him upstairs.” Dean says, looking at Garrett. Dean is completely shitfaced, he was already drunk when he arrived here. He and Tuck were at a party on greek row when I texted them because Hannah broke up with Garrett and we were on our way to get completely shitfaced. They responded but I never did and well they obviously came here. I nod at Dean. “Yeah let’s get our Cap upstairs.” Tucker is obviously the least drunk one of us and holds himself up without struggle. We heave him up from the sofa and each takes one arm. “He is out cold.” I slur having a hard time standing. Dean walks up and opens his door so we can pass. We put him in his bed with his clothes still on but cover him with his blanket. When Tucker and I are finished I have to steady myself on the wall so I don’t fall over. “He will hate himself so much tomorrow morning.” Dean slurs. “Yeah.” Tuck agrees. I stumble out of the room but see that Tuck is getting a bucket for G and a glass of water. “I can’t believe she broke up with him. She seemed in love with him.” Tucker says after he closes the door behind him. Dean just comes out of the bathroom and looks towards us. “Yeah but maybe we all thought wrong.” And with that he goes to his room. “Maybe.” Tuck mumbles and goes to his room. I quickly take a piss and then go into my room. Was Hannah not who we thought she was?
Garrett
My head is about to explode. It is pounding like crazy, my mouth feels dry and my stomach is churning. I feel like shit. I try to open my eyes but they feel heavy and another wave of nausea hits me. It takes a while but I open my eyes and feel like my bladder is about to explode next to my head. I get up slowly, still my head is spinning and nausea overcomes me. I stumble into my bathroom thankful for the short distance and empty my stomach. After I finished that I take a long piss and gulp down some water. I feel like shit. Did I drink last night? I can’t remember shit. I leave my room and stumble downstairs. “Ah there you are.” Dean says so loud my head starts to pound even worse. I sit down on one kitchen chair, elbows resting on the table and bury my face in my hands. Everything spins, my head pounds and I can feel the next wave of nausea hitting me. I can barely sit on this chair. Why did I drink so much last night. “Oh I don't think you shouldn't have gotten up already.” Tucker says. “How shit do you feel?” Logan asks. “Why am I so hungover?” I ask concentrating on not throwing up again. “You don’t remember?” Dean asks surprised and I turn my head super slow to finally look at my best friends. “Maybe the weed?” Logan asks, surprised. “Weed?” Shock ripples through me. “I smoked last night?” Dean chuckles and sits down next to me. “Sure did bro. After you smoked one with us you took one of Logan's cigs. And well you demolished beer and a whole bottle of Whiskey.” His words ripple through me. I drank and smoked last night but why? I try to get back to the moment I remember last. I went to see Hannah and then…. The memory hits me like a truck and nausea overcomes me. She broke up with me. She wants us to see other people. The bile makes my stomach churn and I run to the sink and empty my stomach. “Shit. I feel like shit.” I say. “Want to skip practice?” Logan asks me. I shake my head looking at the clock over the door. It's 12pm, practice is at 4. I won’t let this interfere with Hockey even though it will because I won’t be my normal self today at practice and I already know Coach will rip me apart. “No, I will take a shower, eat something greasy and then we can go. But someone needs to drive me today.” I won’t risk it and sit behind the wheel today. “Okay, let’s do this.” Logan claps his hands and I flinch. It feels like a bomb went off next to me. And just like I said I went for a cold shower and then we went for Pizza. I feel slightly better, especially because I drank gallons of water. Also during the shower chunks of last night came back to me and no wonder I feel the worst ever today. I drank like my teammates drink the night after a win and I SMOKED. The thing is, I never smoke, the last time being freshman year and that was lesson enough, at least I thought. Also I barely drink so my body isn’t used to this. Logan drove us to the rink in my car, while Tuck and Dean took Dean’s Pick-up. I still have a headache but I just took two Tylenol so I hope I feel more alive in twenty minutes. When we enter the locker room the mood is good but all these voices really don’t help with my pounding head. I flop down and slowly peel off my clothes. Birdy walks past me, while I lace my Bauers and I have a hard time not throwing up while hanging my head so low. He stops in his tracks and I look up at him, but have to close my eyes to the blinding lights in the locker room. “You good cap?” Concern lacing his voice. “Why?” I ask dry, the locker room growing quiet. “Cap, are you drunk? You smell like a frat party.” Simms, two seats next to me, takes a deep drag of air. “That’s you Cap? Shit you’re reeking of booze.” I hang my head and squeeze my eyes shut. “Just hungover. If I’m still drunk or high it’s from last night.” I answer without thinking. Obviously I’m not high anymore but the drunk part is possible. Shocked gasps echo in the locker room. “You drank and smoked?” Birdy sounds disbelieving. “What happened? And where have you three been?” He says accusingöy towards my roommates. I get up and put my hands on his shoulder. “They drank with me.” I close my eyes fighting nausea overcoming me again. “Hannah broke up with me last night.” I miss her. Birdy’s eyes widen and before he can say something I add. “So go easy on me today.” With that I grab my stick and head out of the deadly quiet locker room, knowing Logan is right behind me. Practice is as gruelling as expected, but I survive it. I wasn’t giving even 50% of my normal potential but no one batted an eye. My teammates went easy on me, barely touching me and the coaches too, which makes me wonder if someone said something to coach and he decided to ignore it today. After practice I still feel like shit but while standing under the cold spray of the shower another thing hits me. Hannah broke up with me. She wants to see other people. She wants to see other people? We were moving too fast? I remember her face and her voice and something feels off. She didn’t really seem convinced. And why so sudden? I fucking miss her.
Bonus
*This is right before Hannah is entering the locker room to confront Garrett about the campus wide hands off law*
Garrett
Did I go too far? Maybe. Was it necessary to prevent her doing something she definitely will regret? Absofuckinglutely. I knew the moment she called me on my birthday, that I had to do something because she still had feelings for me but something stopped her being with me and she would go through with seeing others just to prove herself. So I made it known that no one is allowed to talk to Hannah. We will see how she reacts to that. I know she will return today. Practice was hard, coach is really killing us these days and we all head to the locker room to finally get out of here.
Logan
I am standing in the locker room naked like most of the guys. I already showered and only a few guys are still in there, like G who talked to coach and came back later. I’m talking to Simms and Fitzy when I hear the locker room door open with more force than necessary. I register a small figure stopping dead in their tracks and look over. Hannah? Hannah Wells is standing a few feet inside the locker room. Same locker room that is filled with two dozens of mostly naked Hockey players. Her eyes are round and almost fall out of her head. She gasps which makes head swivel towards her. Towels snap up and everyone tries to cover themselves. Normally I would do the same but I am wayyy to amused that she had the balls to enter, even though I believe she is totally embarrassed. Her head is read like a tomato. “Wellsy?” I ask, trying not to laugh. “Penis-Logan” She says quickly and I grab a towel to wrap around my waist. Jep she is totally out of her comfort zone with being surrounded by so many naked dudes. “I’m looking for Garrett.” Of course she is and I assume she somehow found out about the hands-off law. I smirk and have a hard time not to laugh out loud, because our Cap is up to a spitfire. I hook my thumb towards the shower room. “Thanks.” She gives me a thankful look and marches towards the showers, when Dean comes out naked. He says something to her but doesn’t seem to be shocked to see her. She enters the showers and leaves my sight. I let out a chuckle. The whole room seems to come alive and I hear chuckling but also quick rustling. “Oh he is about to get his head blown off.” Tucker says, looking at the shower room door. Her loud voice comes through but I don’t understand what's being said. “She was pissed.” Simms adds grinning. “Caps girlfriend seems to be a spitfire.” Fitzy adds. The shower room door opens again and all heads swivel towards it but it’s only the other guys leaving. Birdy looks at us and seems shocked. “Did Hannah really just enter the shower room or was I imagining it?” I start laughing and Dean says. “Nope, she really just entered.” And she saw all of us naked! Birdy shakes his head slowly at first and then starts laughing wholeheartedly “Oh Lord, we should be thankful if she doesn't kill him.” He looks at us. “I know what a chick looks like when she is pissed and Hannah wasn’t just pissed, she was murderous.” He walks away to get dressed and Hollis adds. “She looked terrifying.” He shudders and hurries to get dressed. We’re all quiet and to hear what Hannah has to say to our Captain. We can hear her talk but then she stops yelling. Everyone continues getting dressed but way slower and more quiet than normal. Coach enters the locker room and looks surprised because we’re all still here. “What are you guys still doing here? This is not a tea party.” Some of our teammates glance towards the shower room and he narrows his eyes. “What is going on?” He walks towards the door. “Our Cap is getting yelled at by his super pissed off girlfriend.” One of the freshmen replies which gets an echo of muffled laughter. “What?” Coach says surprised and enters the shower room. “What the hell is going on in here?” We hear him say, but don’t get a reply. Now everyone is dressing faster, because if coach gets mad over this, no one wants to be near him. But he gets out way quicker than anticipated and lets the door fall shut. He looks at all of us and sighs heavy. “Why do I have to deal with you knuckleheads?” He walks towards the door to the rink when he stops and turns around. “Don’t make this a recurring situation. You hear me.” Everyone nods silent and then he grabs the door handle. “Get out of here you idiots and let’s hope that the girl lets your cap alive.” He leaves and the locker room empties quickly. I’m about to leave with Tucker and Dean when the door to the shower room opens and Hannah and Garrett come out. Hannah looks like she is about to cry, while Garrett looks murderous. His face is set in stone and is jaw locked. He guides her towards the exit. “Wait at the car.” He says, his voice gruff. I look at Tucker and Dean and then all three of us look at Garrett. “I don’t want to talk about it. I will tell you later!” We don’t argue with that and leave.