Chapter 1
Jonathan stood at his locker putting away his books.
"Yes!" Jonathan cheered as he shut his locker. "No homework tonight!"
Andrew walked over to Jonathan.
"Hey Jonathan," Andrew said.
"Let me guess," Jonathan said. "I'm a loser and Lydia should be with you. Bye."
"No," Andrew said. "I want to apologize for being kind of mean to you."
"Kind of mean?" Jonathan asked. "You've been nothing but antagonistic to me since the moment I started coming to school here."
"The point is, I've accepted the fact that Lydia loves you," Andrew said. "Now let's be friends and go to The Library."
"I'm not spending my homework free night and my night off at the library," Jonathan said. "I work at the library."
"No," Andrew said. "There's this new bar called The Library that just opened."
"Well I'm not 21 and neither are you," Jonathan said.
"I have fake IDs," Andrew said.
"No," Jonathan said.
"Come on Jonathan," Andrew said. "I'm really trying to be your friend."
"Okay," Jonathan said. "But we're not staying long and I'm not drinking."
Later, an intoxicated Jonathan and a sober Andrew walked into Jonathan's house.
"My dad comes home in an hour," Jonathan said drunkenly. "Do I seem like I've been drinking?"
"Yes," Andrew said.
"This was my first time drinking," Jonathan said drunkenly.
"I can tell," Andrew said. "We've got to sober you up."
"I'm so sober," Jonathan said before throwing up on the floor.
"Okay," Andrew said. "I'll just have to clean that up. Then I will make you some grilled cheese."
After cleaning up the vomit and Jonathan had eaten the grilled cheese sandwiches, Andrew quickly left.
"I feel better," Jonathan said aloud to himself. "Cold shower."
Jonathan went upstairs and took a cold shower. After taking the shower, Jonathan got dressed. He then smelled his breath.
"Yuck," Jonathan said. "Rotten cheese."
Jonathan ran back into the bathroom once he heard Chase arrive home.
"Jonathan?" Chase asked from downstairs.
"I'm brushing my teeth!" Jonathan shouted.
Jonathan quickly began brushing his teeth and rinsed just as Chase walked into the bathroom.
"Hey," Chase said.
"Hey," Jonathan said.
"Why is it so cold in here?" Chase asked.
"I took a cold shower," Jonathan replied.
"Why?" Chase asked.
"I just wanted to," Jonathan replied.
"Jonathan," Chase said. "I'm your father and you know you can always talk to me about stuff. I was once a teenager myself. I understand that sometimes you just have to relieve tension and…"
"Don't finish that sentence Dad," Jonathan said. "I wasn't doing that. I just felt like I had a fever so I took a cold shower to make my temperature go down."
"You shouldn't take a cold shower for a fever," Chase said.
Chase felt Jonathan's head.
"You don't feel hot," Chase said. "But if you don't feel good tomorrow, I'll call your school and you can stay home."
"Thanks Dad," Jonathan said. "Well, I'm going to bed."
"Good night," Chase said.
"Good night," Jonathan said.
Jonathan went into his room, shut the door, locked it, and gave a sigh of relief.
"That was a close one," Jonathan said.