Party 'til you pass out / When the party's over

1.5

'As I said; it's complicated, Tom.' His laugh faded.

'I'm sorry, I won't joke around again. Now, tell me.' I searched for the right words, but none came up in my mind, so I just started talking.

'Eh... When we did the Drop Dead shoot last april, it wasn't the first time I met Oliver. I've met him before, years ago...'

'Oh?' Tom raised his eyebrows. 'How?' I huffed while thinking on how I had met Oliver.

'Well, on New Year's Eve in 2008 going 2009, he was at the party me and my best friend threw at our dorm. Everybody was beyond wasted, and he tried to fix my best friend for the night...' Tom snorted.

'Classic Oli...'

'Anyway, Lilian was already dating Josh around that time, so I broke them up. Later on I met Oliver again and we started talking, we drank a few more, we danced, and... eventually we eh...'

'You guys had sex?!,' Tom exclaimed, shocked.

'Sssht!,' I shot at him, looking around to see if anyone was in hearing range. Luckily no one was, and I looked back at him. 'We were wasted beyond knowledge, you know, and we ended up in the stairwell, and we -'

'You had drunk sex with my brother on a stairwell?!' Tom's eyes were open wide.

'I did,' I whispered, biting my lip to keep myself from tearing up.

'You're joking. Oliver doesn't even seem to remember, because if he did he would act totally different towards you.'

'Well, as I said, Tom, we were totally wasted and I hardly remembered it myself the next day.'

'You've got to be fucking kidding me...'

'You said you wouldn't judge me,' I said, hurt. Tom looked at me.

'Ali, I am not judging you, I'm just... a bit shocked, actually.'

'Wait 'till you hear the rest of the story,' I muttered.

'There's more?!' I nodded and almost couldn't bring myself to look at Tom, but I did.

'A while later I got immense abdominal aches that only got worse, and - '

'No.' Tom put up his hand. 'No. I'm stopping you right here.' My heart ached from the sudden hostility in his voice. 'You're fucking with me.'

'I am not!' I jumped up when Tom stood up and started walking away, pulling him back by his arm.

'I'm not going to sit there and listen to you telling me you were pregnant or something -'

'I was not pregnant!' I tried to put my hand over his mouth, but he pulled it away and stared down at me, his fierce blue eyes almost shooting electric sparks of anger.

'Then what was going on?!'

'I had a fucking STD that led to even worse things than just abdominal pain -'

'You guys didn't use a condom?! What is your fucking problem, Alison?,' he whisper-shouted at me.

'You really wanna know, Tom? Your brother is my fucking problem, since he infected me with fucking gonnorhea and because of that I got an inflammation in my fallopian tubes that made me infertile. I nearly lost my life and my sanity because of it!,' I almost yelled at him. At this point I didn't care if anyone could hear us anymore; I was so furious at Tom's reaction that I felt like I was going to explode if I didn't spill all of my story right now. Tom's shoulders deflated a bit at my words.

'What?,' he asked.

'You heard me,' I snapped, and I pushed past him, walking up to the bonfire again. When I arrived, I couldn't help but notice that Oliver and the girl were gone. I sighed and grabbed my bag.