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

1.5

'What the fuck is your problem, Oliver?' Tom's eyes stared at me widely, and I calmed down a bit. I ripped my arm out of his hands.

'As I said, you guys are my fucking problem,' I spat through gritted teeth. I threw one last glance at Alison, who just stood in the corner shaking, her eyes tearing up. 'Stop being so fucking pathetic! You have caused this! Were you kissing my brother on that roof?' Pointing upwards, I looked at her and her eyes widened even more. She softly shook her head.

'Oli, I don't think-' Tom started as he got in front of her, but I pushed him away again.

'I'm gonna ask you again, and you'd better be fucking honest with me.' My voice was soft and a bit shaky, and I knew how vicious it sounded, but I didn't care. I couldn't stand the words I'd heard her say; they hurt, and I couldn't handle that. Not now. Not at this point in my life. 'Did you kiss my brother on that roof?! Yes or fucking no?!' Silence. Her eyes were so wide, and so grey, and so captivating. I didn't even know why her words got me so infuriated at this point. I knew she didn't like me. And that sucked, because I certainly liked her. And that frustrated me so much, that I couldn't help but get angry every time I drank or took stuff. And that was most days, lately. 'Did you?' Alison's eyes flicked to Tom, then back to me.

'Why do you care?,' Tom asked, clearly annoyed.

'Because she is engaged? Did you forget about that? You think you can actually make her fall for you? She'll leave you as soon as this tour is over and she's back with that hobo of a boyfriend of hers.'

'Fuck you, Oliver! It's one thing that you're accusing me of something, but don't talk shit about Brian!,' she yelled. The sudden, piercing sound of her voice hit my eardrums, and I looked at her in surprise.

'Oh, so you still do have your tongue?,' I asked sarcastically.

'Fuck you,' she spat again, and she pushed past us and left. Tom stared after her.

'What the fuck did you do?!'

'Saving you from heartbreak,' I said darkly, and I climbed back in my bunk.

'You're a real ass, Oli, you know that?,' Tom muttered. I shut my eyes and sighed. I knew I was. And all that just because if I couldn't have her, then Tom certainly wasn't going to either.

*

The next morning my head was clouded and heavy, and the pure laughter coming from the front lounge wasn't helping my mood getting better. I grunted and jumped out of bed, put on some joggers and walked to the front of the bus. Alison was laughing about Jona's story of God knows what, and Tom sat opposite of her, staring at her with a smile on his face.

'Ugh.' I rolled my eyes at the sight of it and grabbed a mug to poor some coffee. The three of them fell silent.

'Morning,' Jona said, taking a spoonful of oatmeal. I didn't say anything back and just leant against the small counter, trying to ignore Alison's staring eyes at my tattooed chest.

'I eh... I have to get ready,' she muttered, getting up in a sudden hurry and spilling her cup of tea on the table and Jona in the process. 'Shit! Oh, I am so sorry, Jona!'

'No worry,' he laughed. 'It's fine. Oli, hand me the towel, would you?' I threw him the first cloth I could find. He got up and dabbed his shorts, letting Alison get out of the booth they shared. Her cheeks were highly red when she walked past me, and I looked at Tom getting up to follow her. I rolled my eyes at him and he just flipped his finger at me, which I returned.

'What's with you two?,' Jona asked.

'Who?,' I asked, a little on guard.

'You and Tom.'