"I told you he'd ditch you," Junior says around a loud and tired yawn.

I offered to drive but Junior claimed he rather not risk it seeing as I did have a beer. Sorry for being such a light weight, man. Not my fault, it’s moms. I blame DNA.

In the back, Katie is giggling and speaking loudly with her friend, Talley, who is as drunk as she is. After seeing Gavin like that, I couldn't bring myself to speak to him so I went and got Katie and called Junior to request a ride. Thankfully, being the pal that he is, he agreed and here we are, on our way home with two extra passengers because I couldn't let them leave with their rides. They were too drunk.

I sigh and rest my head against the cool window of Junior's parent's car. I haven't a clue what excuse he used to drive off at 1am with their car, if he asked them at all. I sent a text to my mom informing her that I'd be home soon. I'm sure she's asleep but I felt it would be better to text her anyway.

"You know," I sigh for the millionth time since I got into the car. "I always knew Gavin was going to parties but I suppose it's different seeing it."

Junior hums and, having sensed the discomfort in my voice, asks, "See something you felt you shouldn't have?"

I nod, choosing to continue admiring the outside world rather than allowing Junior to see me. Knowing him, he'd somehow see right through me. "Yeah, something like that."

"Want to talk about it?" Junior asks with a concerned smile.

I shake my head. "Not really."

The boy nods and doesn't push it.

Hearing of Gavin's late night escapades and seeing them are two completely different things. I have always known Gavin to be a playboy. Women flock to him like flies to a carcass. He easily gets who ever he wishes with minimal effort. I know this, yet, seeing him earlier made my stomach hurt. Even now it's still churning. Does it have to do with the girl? The guy? The drugs? All of it? I haven’t a clue and wonder if I even have the right to worry or think about it.

Perhaps that's not what is bothering me most. What seems to be driving me mad is that Gavin has remained a mystery to us for this long. Most friends who have been together for a year at least know some personal things about each other, don’t they? But what do I even know about the guy other than he likes to party? I've never been to his house. I've never met his parents. I've never met any past girlfriends, if he's even had any. I doubt he has with the way he jumps from person to person but perhaps there's a reason for that. Is there a story behind those hazel eyes that refuse to show more than necessary? Not to mention he, apparently, does more than just drink. I know nothing about him yet I call him a friend. What kind of friend am I if I know shit about him?

However, Gavin knows so much about me. He has been to my home. He's met my parents. He knows what I like and dislike. He knows that I am a socially inept boy who can't speak to women without stuttering or sounding like a total dumb ass. He is comfortable enough to walk into my home without anyone being there. Gavin knows more about me, more than I bet I think he does, than I know of him and that bothers me. Am I incapable of seeing Gavin for who he is? Is it my fault? Or does it not matter at all and I’m just being weird about everything?

I feel pathetic, sick almost to the point that I physically react, having to hold my stomach in hopes to not actually vomit.

"Did you tell him you got a ride? Even if he ditched you, I'm sure he'll want to make sure you at least got a good ride home," Junior says, grabbing my attention from the dark thoughts I was having.

"Yeah, I'll text him later. He's probably busy." With that girl and guy. The idea of a threesome bothers me. To each their own I guess, but no way in hell for me.

Junior and I drop the girls off at Katie's place. We have to help the stumbling messes get to their front door. Afterwards, Junior looks to me with a sharp glare as he says, "You owe me."

"You could have said no," I reply, following the boy back to the car. We get in and he huffs as he turns on the radio.

"And left you there? I rather not feel your sisters wrath."

I nod in agreement. They would be very wrathful should something happen to me. I guess that's one good thing about them. My friends fear them too, leading to them helping me sometimes when they don't really want to. Sometimes siblings are useful!

Junior drops me off at home, waving goodbye to me before backing out of the driveway. As he does that I text Gavin informing him that Junior had picked me up and I made it home safe. Something told me I wouldn't be hearing from him until the next day so why I bothered sending it now, I don't know.

I go inside with every intention of showering to remove the stench of vomit, beer and sweat from not only my clothes but my entire body. I do exactly as I plan and happily fall onto my bed that seems to encase and warm me instantly. I easily fall into a slumber that somehow still manages to revolve around Gavin.