Chapter Nine: I don't know, what can I do?
Jude didn't go directly home like he said he was. Jude did however go to a gas station and buy a shiny bottle tequila. The best part was that the cashier that let him buy the booze didn't even care that Jude was under the legal age to drink.
While he was at it, he bought barbeque chips. Jude reasoned that if he was going to get drunk, he might as well get junk food. Junk food and alcohol, win-win. There was one fatal flaw in his plan. He had no fucking clue on how to get home. He also didn't know where he was. And there was no way he was going to stop and ask. The people around were way too frightening to approach.
"Fuck." Jude muttered over and over again. Jude pulled out his cell and it was nearly 9:00 PM. That meant it was dark. "Where the fuck am I?"
Jude's breaths started quickening and the world started spinning. Another panic attack. This panic attack was probably the worst thing that could happen in this moment however. Jude as still as possible, pulled the alcohol out of the bag. Now was the perfect time to start drinking.
The male brought the bottle of tequila to his lips and took a gulp of the liquid, heat quickly spreading through his body. "Holy shit, that's disgusting." Jude spoke to himself as he took another gulp. Jude figured he looked crazy, out at night drinking a bottle of tequila and speaking to himself.
"You better not drink that all at once." A lady walked by with heavy tattoos and piercings, and she had a playful smile. Jude didn't know what she meant by it but he was starting to feel buzzed.
"I can handle myself." Jude whispered as he started to cross the street. He was still lost but his liquid courage made him feel a little better. Jude took another large gulp as he reached the other side.
As he took another gulp he ran into someone, making Jude giggle.
"Sorry." Tried to say before the man grabbed Jude. This only made Jude giggle some more. "Get off, I need to go home." The man gripped harder.
"Watch where you're going fag!" The man yelled, alcohol on his breath as well greeted Jude.
"You ran into me." Jude shrugged the guy off while the man swung at Jude, connecting his fist to Jude's face. "Ooof." Jude fell onto the pavement as the guy was about to swing again. This time someone tackled the man and Jude got up and began walking off, hearing the fight between the two people.
Jude decided at this point he wasn't going to intervene. They could figure out their differences without him. He started walking down the avenue, unsteadily, forgetting his chips and alcohol.
Jude kept giggling to himself but he couldn't figure out why. Was this the alcohol, because Jude definitely beginning to like this drunken state. 'I could get used to this.'
That's when Jude remembered the bottle of tequila and realized it wasn't in his hand. "Dammit!" Jude screeched at the top of his lungs, kicking the brick wall of a building he was walking by.
As he kicked, pain began to emerge in his foot and he feel to the ground. Jude had obviously kicked the building much harder than he meant to. So instead of kicking it, he leaned his back against the wall as he sat.
Jude reached and grabbed his foot in pain and started taking off his shoe. Rubbing the sore foot as it was bare.
Jude started to sing while rubbing and staring at his foot.
"What is Love?
Baby, don't hurt me."
Jude began to tear up as thoughts of Connor came to mind. But instead he started laughing. Jude closed his eyes and listened to the world around him moving. Everything was so slow, the cards passing by, the footsteps that would go by. Jude thought he heard people stop and he figured they were making sure he was alive.
Suddenly there was a screaming noise from Jude's pocket. It sounded like Taylor screaming. That meant only one thing, Taylor was calling. Jude had most of his friends scream into his phone so he could use it as the ringtone whenever they called. They were kind of like Pokémon in a Pokedex, Jude reasoned.
Jude moved the phone to his ear. "Mm?" Jude made a noise while he still kept his eyes shut and he was slightly drunk. (Slightly was probably an understatement).
"Where the fuck are you Jude?!" Taylor practically screamed in his ear. Jude only laughed in response. "Jude, this isn't funny!" Jude just giggled some more. "Dammit Jude!" Taylor took a deep breath. "Where are you Jude?" Taylor practically begged.
"Don't know Ta." Jude Laughed. "Ta. Ta. Ta." Jude repeated and continued laughing even louder.
"Are you drunk?" There was an audible 'what' said in the background. The voice on the phone changed.
"Jude where are you? I'll come get you." The male spoke over the phone. Jude's brain was jumbled on who that person on the line was. Then it hit him.
"Zeus?"
"Yeah, it's me bud." Jesus on the other end. "Look, either come back home, or tell me where you are. Taylor is worried over here."
"Zeus." Jude's voice was disappearing.
"I'm here bud."
"I don't know where I am." Jude spoke as clearly as he could. But it didn't sound like Jesus understood what he said.
"Where?"
"I don't know!"
"Are there are street signs?"
"There's a stop sign." Jude replied followed by a set up giggles. "It's red, has eight sides."
"I know what a stop sign is." Jesus cut Jude off. "Is there a bar or something nearby?"
Jude stared at the building across the street before he realized what he was seeing. "A bar?" Jude asked. "Oh."
"What?"
"Lazlo's sports bar." Jude had gotten onto his feet and started walking towards the bar. Jude could hear Jesus tell the others where he was.
"Jude we're on our way."
"Mmm." Jude hummed again as he made it across the street and walked inside the small sports bar. Conveniently there was a spot open at the bar. As he sat the bartender gave a questioning look to Jude.
"What do you want?" The bartender spoke in a husky tone.
"What's good?" Jude slurred slightly.
"Mozzarella sticks."
"I meant drink wise." Jude shot back.
"You're already drunk. I'm not giving you alcohol."
"Fine, get me a coke or something." The bartender walked to the fountain and poured coke in a huge glass. When he came back he slammed the drink down and Jude gave him a five. "I'm not drunk." Jude whispered.
Jude took a long sip of the coke finishing it in one gulp. Jude decided he was finished with Coke and went to the restroom.
When he staggered inside of the small restroom he stood there and glanced at the mirror.
Jude didn't recognize the person in the mirror. This person had red puffy eyes, a bruised face, and a very red face. Jude wasn't able to move from the spot where he standing as he eyed everything about himself.
There was a slight tapping on the door.
"Jude?" Taylor's voice came from outside the door.
"Mm?" Jude didn't look away from the mirror as he heard the door open. Taylor and Jesus invaded the restroom, Taylor immediately hugged Jude.
"Let's get you home Jude." Taylor turned Jude towards the door revealing to Jesus in Taylor the bruise on his cheek. Jesus walked up and held Jude's chin.
"Who. The. Hell. Did. This?" Jesus spoke with venom, which Jude didn't understand why.
"What?" Jude was confused as he stared at Jesus. "Zeus, I want to go home." Jude began walking towards the door and completely lost his balance.
Taylor's breath hitched and Jesus caught the falling boy.
"Jude, holy. You, lover boy get in here." Jesus yelled.
"Stop yelling." Jude mumbled as Connor entered the restroom. "Ner." Jude gave a half smile to Connor as he passed out in Jesus' arm.
When Jude woke up he felt something touching his back. But that was nothing compared to the migraine that Jude woke up with. Jude fell out of the bed and he landed on to something lumpy.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" The lumpy body on the ground screamed.
"Zeus?" Jude asked.
"Morning." Connor sat up in Jude's bed.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" Jude screamed this time.
"OH MY GOD SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Josh yelled this time from his bed.
