A/N: Last Greek story: 141 hits, not one review. Either everyone who read is lazy, or they hated it and didn't feel it necessary to tell me it sucked. I am going to write another story, please review this one, or there will be no updates on this one.
A little background for this story that may be needed to understand it. This is based after "Spring Broke" after the whole "the kiss meant nothing, she needs you" bull. Cappie doesn't go to Rebecca. I'm just going to say that was their last night/day on break and they headed home soon the next day, for my idea's sake. This picks up with them back at Cyprus-Rhodes, and deals mainly with Cappie dealing with rejection again.
And one finally thing, this is going to get a little graphic, maybe, I don't really know, it depends on what way the story pulls me. And what kind of feedback I get. Anyway, on with the story. Oh, and I don't own anything, at all.
Cappie couldn't believe how close he had been to his second chance, for once it looked like things were looking up for him, but then she simply tells him that it all meant nothing to her, and that he should go to Rebecca because she needed him more. He couldn't care less about what Rebecca needed any more; she clearly wasn't with him because she liked him or anything. She probably only started dating him because she found out about his past with Casey anyway. She could deal with this newest development herself, he wasn't going to be her whipping boy any more.
Even though he was over Rebecca already, his mind was still stuck on what had happened between him and Casey on the beach. That kiss had meant a lot to him, hell every kiss he shared with her meant a lot, but she made it clear that she didn't feel the same towards him. This killed him, all these years he sat by, waiting and hoping that she would come back to him, and every time it seemed like he was going to get his second chance, she pulled it away from him.
He had been cleaning the house ever since they had gotten back from spring break, but now, there wasn't anything left to clean. The whole place was spotless now, and he didn't know what else to do, cleaning was the best why to keep his mind off of Casey, now he was going to have to resort to getting shit face. The only way to do that was going to be going down to Dobblers, because all the beer that was in the house had been brought with them and consumed and it hadn't been replaced yet. So, he put away the cleaning supplies and made his way down to Dobblers intent on getting completely shit faced by the end of the night.
Cappie had been at the bar for about half an hour when she walked in. Of course when he was trying to forget her, she would show up. He couldn't fault her for going to the same bar, but really, all he wanted was a night alone to get smashed, so he could forget. Having her sitting a few tables away from him, laughing and clearly happy with Ashleigh by her side wasn't going to help him. He decided that the best way to deal with the situation was to do a few more shots, drink a beer as a chaser, and head back to the house and hope someone went out and got alcohol while he was gone. After 3 shots and half his beer he realized he may have drunk more then he though, because his head was swimming. That didn't concern him, in fact he was glad that he was able to drink so much with out noticing, it meant he was close to being able to shut off his brain and stop thinking about Casey for a while.
After finishing his beer, Cappie paid his tab and started to make his way out the door. In his haste to escape the bar, he didn't realize his exit path was going to lead him straight past the table Casey and Ashleigh were sitting at. As he stumbled past Casey stopped him by calling out his name, at first he thought of ignoring her, but his body acted on its own, and stopped by the table. "Hey ladies, enjoying the last free night before classes are you? I would think after spring break you would have both had enough of drinking and partying for a while."
"I could say the same for you, but I don't think you could ever party enough could you Cappie?" Casey said with a small smile. "Where's Rebecca, I would think you'd be with her, after what happened and all."
"Rebecca and I are over, I can't be with someone who thinks' I'm beneath them. Even if I am beneath her, she didn't need to tell me." Cappie wasn't sure what he was saying any more, he was a little past drunk. "And I'm not parting, I am simply forgetting, and on that note, I must be going, I still have some more forgetting to do." He didn't wait for a response; he simply stumbled away after giving them both a small smile.
Cappie made it out of the bar before Casey caught up with him. "You're not driving are you?" she asked him.
"Nope, I'm stumbling back to my house, thank you very much." Cappie said without stopping. Despite his cold answer Casey seemed undeterred.
"Do you want a ride back? I don't think you're in any condition to walk back." She said, placing a hand on his arm. This caused him to freeze and then shrug. She took that as a yes and led him to her car. He flopped down into the passenger seat and didn't say a word.
The ride back to the KT house was extremely quiet, Cappie didn't trust himself to speak, he knew that if he opened his mouth he would say something stupid and end up getting hurt more. The second they pulled up in front of the house he shoved open the door and spilled out with out even saying a thank you. As he walked towards the house he heard Casey drive away. That awkward ride earned him at least a few more drinks tonight; he wasn't going to be happy if there wasn't anything at the house.
He was happy to find that there was in fact alcohol at the house, and lots of it. The guys had stocked up for a party that they were throwing the fallowing night, and so there was enough alcohol to get half the campus drunk. Cappie swiped a bottle of the first liquor he saw and headed up to his room. The rest of the night was nothing more then a blur after the first few mouthfuls from the bottle, and the next thing he knew, the bottle was half empty and he was laying face down on his bed, out cold.
A/N: I made a few spelling changes, thanks to Austchick who pointed out it was break not brake, thank you for that, I would have never noticed. If anyone sees anymore mistakes, just point them out. And Austchick, you didn't seem mean, I'm glad you pointed out my mistakes.