Alex's POV

Me and Mitch got to the party around half 7. We decided on walking so neither of us would be tempted to drink and drive, but their house was only about a 10 minute walk from mine so it wasn't so bad. Their house was huge. Their parents were pretty wealthy and they definitely knew how to show that off. We walked inside, arms linked and thankfully for me, we were greeted by Nate. Nate and Jason were nothing like Shane. They were actually nice and cared about other people other than themselves. Shane, however, was just an obnoxious asshole.

"Hey girls, how you doin'?" Nate closed the door behind him as led us further into the house, to the kitchen.

"Let's just say, this party came at the right time." Mitchie admitted, earning a slight chuckle from Nate as he opened his fridge and handed us both a beer. I glanced around the kitchen to see there was a table that was set up for beer pong. A couple guys from school who I recognized were already playing, but I didn't bother going over.

"Well, beers are in the fridge, there's more down in the basement. There's beer pong over there and out in the back. There's a toilet upstairs and down that hall." He pointed down a long, narrow hallway that came off the kitchen. "Last door on the right. All the bedrooms, but the guest bedroom is locked so don't even try getting into any of the others." He instructed with a wink as both me and Mitch nodded along. I knew I'd forget all this within 5 minutes, but I counted on Mitchie to remember it for later reference. "Anyway, I'll see you guys around, maybe a game of pong later." He saluted as he walked away and joined a group of his friends out in the back, leaving me and Mitchie basically stranded. We didn't really talk to anyone from school but each other. It's not like we were losers, we just never really got close to anyone else but each other. Sure, we spoke to other people and got along with other people, like Miley for instance, she was pretty decent and she kinda just hung by herself in school a lot of the time. Apparently out of school was a different story, though. I heard that she hangs with people way older than us who'd dropped out or already left school. She was sort of an outcast but by choice, which made it cool. And then there was Will. Me and Will always got along. He's in a lot of my classes and was assigned to sit with me in most of them, so it was only natural that we spoke and got along. He was a funny guy but a lot of the time, I wondered if he was all there. He can be such a retard sometimes, but that's what makes him all that more funny. Mitchie didn't really speak to him as much as I do, but they do when it's necessary.

Me and Mitch were sat on one of the sofa's in the living room with a bunch of other people. Harper was here, which kind of surprised me seeing as she hadn't mentioned anything to me about coming. She'd usually at least text to ask if I would be here too, but I didn't let it bother me, I mean, it's not like I'm her mom or anything. Two guys were playing on the Xbox on the huge 50" t.v that was hanging on the wall above the fireplace with a couple people who were cheering them on. I think they were playing Call of Duty but I wasn't really paying that much attention. I was on my fifth beer but I wasn't really feeling anything yet. I don't think Mitchie was either, but that didn't shock me, she could always take a lot and it wouldn't touch her at all.

"These are so lame." I watched Mitch roll her eyes before looking at me. I raised an eyebrow at her.

"You think you could do better?" She laughed sarcastically and rolled her eyes again.

"Please, these lame ass dudes got nothin' on me." I couldn't help but laugh at her overly confident response.

"How much have you actually drank Mitch?" I asked her half seriously.

"You think this is the beer talking? Alex, please, I could do a million times better than these idiots with my eyes closed." I never knew Mitchie to be a video game player. I mean, I wasn't exactly but living with two brothers... Well, let's just say it's kinda hard to get away from.

"You're on." I told her with a slight wiggle of my eyebrows. "Hey, we're up next!" I called over to the two guys who were currently playing. They both glanced over at us and gave us a nod before turning their attention back to the t.v. They were both trying way too hard. I swear you could almost see the sweat dripping from their foreheads. I took another swig of my beer to find I hardly even got a mouthful out of it before it was empty. I didn't even realize I'd finished it. I turned to Mitchie, putting on my famous puppy dog eyes, but she knew what was coming because she let out a long sigh.

"What do you want from me now, Alex?" Man, did she have to sound so whiny?

"I need another beer. Pleeeease could you go get me one, bestest friend in the world." I begged her, batting my eyelashes a little just for emphasis. She downed the rest of her own beer before getting to her feet and I sat back into the couch happily as I waited on my beer after I put my empty bottle down on the floor by my feet. I mindlessly watched the game being played on the huge screen in front of me, luckily the t.v was muted because of the music that was playing loudly throughout the whole house, there's nothing that I hate more than the sound of guns firing every fucking second on this game. I must have been miles away because I didn't even realize that someone had come and sit next to me until I felt the sofa beside me dip down. I took my eyes from the screen to see none other than Will.

"Sup Alex." He gave me a single nod as he got a small tin from his back pocket. I wondered what it was at first, but when he opened it and got out a couple things, I soon realized he was going to roll a joint. It had been so long since I smoked any of that stuff, but oh how I missed it.

"Not much, you?" I responded mindlessly as I watched what he was doing intently.

"Just about to get baaaaked." He slurred out before chuckling to himself. "You in?" He looked up at me with questioning eyes before turning his attention back to his rolling skills. I looked up from what he was doing and there was still no sign of Mitchie. I didn't want to abandon her, but I suppose she wouldn't be taking so long if she wasn't occupied with someone else, so technically, she's the one who's already abandoned me. I turned my gaze back to Will and felt myself smile like a kid who just got an icecream.

"I'm in." I answered him as he licked the rizla and stuck it together. He put his tin back in his pocket at we both headed outside to the back. I let Will lead the way and I soon noticed we were heading for a corner in the bottom of the garden, which is probably just as big as the house. There were already a group of about 7 people there, all stoners of course, who were already blazing up. Me and Will sat down on the grass, joining the small circle of people and he lit up his joint and took the first drag. He was like a machine, he could always take huge drags without it effecting him. I guess he just had strong lungs or something. After a couple more, he handed it over to me and I gladly took it into my hands, taking a couple drags of it myself. Like I said, it had been ages since I last smoked a doobie, so it didn't take long until I started to feel it take an effect on me. I went to take another drag from it, but before I could, I felt it being snatched from my hand. "Hey, what the h-"

"Calm your ass, Russo." It was MItchie. Her words were totally slurred and jumbled up.

"Wow, someone's completely shitfaced." I burst out into a fit of giggles, the weed was seriously starting to take its toll on me.

"Keg." That's all I needed to hear. She was totally wasted. I watched as she took a long, hard drag from the joint before passing it back to Will. She blew out the smoke from her mouth, letting a content sigh slip her lips afterwards. Her eyes were drooping a little and they were slightly bloodshot, probably from all the alcohol intake but the weed definitely won't help with that. It wasn't until then that I noticed she had a bottle of whiskey in her hand and I started to get slightly concerned. She went to take a sip from the bottle, but I held my hand over it, stopping her.

"Maybe you should slow down abit Mitch, we've only been here a couple of hours." She scoffed at me and rolled her eyes, directing it towards Will who was just sat giggling to himself. I felt another fit of giggles coming back to me just seeing him laughing and I couldn't stop myself.

"You.." She poked my in my upper arm beofre carrying on with what she was saying. "still owe me... that game Lexy." I could hardly even tell when she was saying due to her lack of ability to pull a proper sentence together, but I made it out soon enough. I laughed even more at her, earning a glare and a pout from her. "Stop iiiittt." She rested her head on my shoulder so I took that as a que to get her up before she passes out. I waved a quick goodbye to Will who was still laughing to himself and got to my feet, pulling Mitch up with me.

"Come on you complete fuckhead." She mumbled some words under her breath, probably telling me to shut up or whatever, but I ignored it because I knew she was completely out of it. She stumbled a little once she was on her feet, but I held my hands on her shoulders keeping her in place. "You okay?" I asked, bending on my knees slightly as I looked into her eyes. She nodded her head and let out a breathy laugh.

"I'm fiiiine." She waved me off as though I had nothing to worry about and she stumbled back again as she did.

"Come on, I think you need to sit down." I wrapped her arm around my neck and held onto her waist as I guided her inside and into the kitchen. It was still pretty packed, but there were a few spare seats at the dining table, so I wasted no time in taking them. I took the whiskey bottle from her hand and put it on the table, ignoring her protests and I held onto her hands, making her look at me. "You're not gonna pass out on me are you?" I asked her half seriously, but I kept it light with a small laugh.

"I told you Lexy, I'm fine." She whined again.

"Woah, someone's completely fucking destroyed." I looked up to see the last person I wanted to see right now. Shane. He had a smirk on his face as he looked down at Mitchie. "Can't handle your drink Mitch?" I focused my own attention on Mitch, not bothering to look back up at Shane. I couldn't stand seeing his face at all. She pulled one of her hands from mine and made a poor attempt to hit Shane, making him laugh. "Come on, I'll take you to the bathroom and we can splash some water on your face or something." No way. I looked up at him, feeling the look of disbelief cross my face.

"I don't think so Shane. I'm not gonna let you take advantage of her when she's this wasted, how stupid do you think I am." He held his hands up in defense and stepped back a little.

"Hey, I wasn't planning to, don't worry it's all good." Ugh, he's such a fucking douchebag.

"It's fine Lex, I told you he's cooool." I looked back at Mitchie who was trying to get to her feet. I stood up too, helping her, but when Shane went to take her hand, it was like a natural instinct to slap away his hand. "Stop being so uptight Alex." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I wasn't about to let this happen though. I could see the look in Shane's eyes. If he thought he could fool me by saying he was going to 'take care of her' he seriously must be more fucked up in the head than I thought. Mitchie started to stumble towards him as he held out his hands to her and just as I was about to stop her, I felt someone pulling me away by my arm.

"What the hell, get off!" I shouted, probably coming off more drunk than I actually was. I turned around to who the arm belonged to, to see it was Nate.

"Lighten up Alex, I just wanted a game of pong with you." He seemed offended, but I was more worried about Mitchie being alone with his asshole brother right now. I pried his grip off my arm and turned around on my feet to see if I could spot them. But of course, they were already out of sight. I turned back to Nate to see him looking down on me with concern all over his face. "Is everything alright?" He asked, confirming my thought of him feeling conerned.

"Your idiot brother has just took an obliterated Mitchie somewhere and I don't trust an single bone in his body!" I shouted up at him over the music and the yelling of other people who were crowding around the kitchen. I knew it wasn't Nate's fault, but if he hadn't of pulled me away like that, Mitchie would still be here, safe.

"You seriously don't think he'd do something stupid, do you?" He laughed slightly and this did make me mad at him.

"You know what, if you're not gonna take me seriously then fuck you Nate." I pushed at his chest slightly before storming off to go look for Mitch. I walked down the hallways that came off the kitchen, looking for the bathroom. I knew I'd forget what Nate was telling me earlier about where all the rooms are. Fuck. I bumped into someone as I tried looking for the bathroom, almost knocking them over.

"Hey watch- Oh, hey Alex." I looked up to see Miley stood with a group of about 4 people who I didn't recognize. She must have caught on to my distress because her smile faded slightly as she turned to face me more. "Hey, are you alright?" I felt so stupid right now, but I was on the verge of tears. Maybe it was the alcohol. Or the weed. Or maybe I'm just being my usual over reacting self.

"Have you seen Shane or Mitchie?" She looked as though she thought about it for a second before shaking her head.

"No, is everything okay?"

"Do you know where the bathroom is down here?" I avoided the question. I honestly didn't want to waste the time I could be using to find Mitchie on talking about how I'm feeling.

"Yeah it's just over there." She pointed to a door on the right and I rushed past her, mumbling a quick thank you. I knocked on the door quickly, desperate to see if Mitchie was in there or not. When I got no response, I opened the door for myself but I soon regretted it when I walked in on a guy and a girl hooking up. I think the girl's in my homeroom at school, but I wasn't too sure. I didn't actually stick around to ask. I made my way upstairs and looked for the other bathroom. I sprinted up them, barging past anyone who got in my way, not bothering about the idiots who tried starting trouble over it. It didn't take as long as it did to find the bathroom downstairs because there were less people up here and the bathroom door was already open. And empty.

"Shit." I muttered to myself as I felt my panic rise inside myself. I began trying every door in the hallway, only one of them opened and that was the guest room which was occupied with someone who was not who I was looking for. Just as I was about to go and find Nate or Jason for help, the best idea I think I had in my entire life popped into my head. I took my phone out from my pocket a little sloppily and dialed the familiar number before pressing the call button. I held the phone up to my ear and it started ringing. I rushed over to the first locked door and held my ear up against it, hearing nothing but the music echoeing through the house. I ran to the next locked door and did the same, still not hearing the ringtone I was looking for. The third door I tried made my heart slow down slightly out of relief. I heard Mitchie's ringtone coming from the other side. Third time lucky. I put my phone back into my pocket and began banging on the door. "SHANE!" I balled my fists, not stopping my banging as I called his name over and over.

"Go away Alex!" I heard him call from the other side. That was it for me. I stepped back from the door and braced myself before slamming my body into it. It took a few tries but I eventually managed to get through. I went flying through to door, nearly falling on my face but I kepy my balance, only just. What I saw made mu insides rile, though. Shane was on top of Mitchie on what I assumed was his bed. Mitchie was passed out, in just her underwear and bra. Shane was touching her, also only in his underwear. He shot his head up when he noticed I was there but I didn't wait to see what he would do. Instead, I ran towards him, pushing against his body making him fall off the bed and onto the floor. But he was straight back up onto his feet. "What the hell!" I couldn't even listen to this. I quickly gathered up Mitchie's clothes off the floor, not listening to what this fucking dick was saying. I threw the pile of her clothes on the bed before waking her up.

"Just fuck off Shane, NOW!" I shouted in his face, not scared of him. He went on to argue with me, but he was interrupted.

"You heard her Shane." I didn't even bother to look who it was but it sounded like Nate. I heard Shane walk away after putting back on his own clothes as I shook on Mitchie's shoulder.

"Mitchie, wake up." I felt my voice cracking from the fear I was feeling, but I held myself together. I felt the bed dip behind me.

"Is she alright?" I looked up and I was right. It was Nate. I shot him a glare, telling him I was mad with him. He caught on and sighed as I turned my attention back to the unconcsious girl infront of me.

"Mitch." I shook her again, this time a little more sternly. She let out a groan and I saw her eyes scrunch up. I shook her again and kept encouraging her to wake up. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked completely out of it. "Come on Mitch, you need to sit up so I can get you dressed." I took her hand in mine and pulled her up whilst I used my other hand to support her back. "Hold her in place for me please Nate." He shuffled himself behind Mitchie on the bed and he held her up while I helped her slip her legs back into her shorts one at a time. When I say help, I mean do it for her. I helped her back into her top them put her shoes back on for her and got her bag from the floor before I wrapped her arm around my neck, helping her to her feet.

"You want me to find you a lift home? I'm sure there's someone here who's stuck with being a designated driver." Nate offered, putting Mitchie's other arm around his own neck and we both basically dragged her out of Shane's room and back down the stairs.

"Stay awake Mitch, please." I begged her, feeling scared as hell as we reached the bottom step. It must have taken a good minute or two to get down them, she was so out of it she could hardly even walk, even with our help.

"Maybe you should take her outside while I find someone to drive you home." Nate suggested and I nodded my head in agreement. We managed to get her out onto the front porch and we sat her down on one of the steps. I sat beside her, taking a hold of her hand. "I'll be two secs." Nate mumbled before rushing back off inside. Mitchie was leaning against me, her head on my shoulder.

"Mitch, open your eyes." I looked down at her to see them slightly open, but I could see she was struggling. I gently moved some of her stray hairs from her face before lifting her head up, but she could hardly even keep that up by herself. Her head dropped slightly and her eyes were fully closed. I lightly slapped her cheek and she opened them again. "You gotta stay awake, okay. We'll be back at mine soon, but you need to keep your eyes open until we get there, alright?"

"I can't." My heart was breaking for the girl. She was so wasted.

"Just try Mitchie." My voice was desperate but I didn't care, if she passed out now, I'd be totally screwed. She managed to keep her eyes open until Nate reappeared. I looked up at him from where I was sat and thankfully, he had Miley with him.

"Shit, what the hell happened?" She had a slight shocked look on her face as she peered down at a swaying Mitchie.

"She's totally out of it, could you drive us home? Please?" She moved her eyes to mine and shot me a small smile as she nodded her head.

"Yeah, get her to my car." I wrapped her arm around my neck again and so did Nate, like before. We basically dragged her to Miley's car, this had to be more than alcohol because Mitchie never got this bad. I helped her get into the back seat and I did her seatbelt up for her before doing my own. I stayed in the back with her, I didn't want to leave her side while she's like this. Miley got in the front and started up the car and I said a quick thank you to Nate before he closed the back door next to me and returned to his party. "You think she's gonna be okay? I don't think I've ever seen her this bad before." I kept my eyes on Mitch, making sure she didn't close her eyes and pass out.

"That's cause she's never been this bad before." I remembered my parents telling me to let them know what my plans were going to be for the night and my eyes shot over to Miley in the front seat. "What time is it?"

"Nearly 11." I thought it would have been later. I was hoping it would have been later so my parents wouldn't be up, but hopefully they won't be anyway. I lifted myself up in my seat and got my phone from my back pocket to text them so I didn't have to deal with them when I got home.

'Me and Mitch are coming home now. Don't get up, we'll let ourselves in x'

I put my phone away and took a hold of Mitchie's hand again. I gently rubbed the back of it with my thumb whilst using my other hand to tuck some of her hair behind her ear.

"M'sorry Lex." She mumbled out in a jumbled mess. I felt my eyebrows scrunch together as she looked up at me with guilty looking eyes. What could she possibly be sorry for, she's had the worst luck tonight, yet she's still the one apologizing. If anyone should be saying sorry it should be that douchebag Shane. I opened my mouth to question her, but was cut short by the car stopping. Miley turned to us both.

"You need help getting her inside?" I looked over at Mitch again, she had her head leaning against the window and her eyes were closing. I looked back to Miley and nodded my head. We both got out the car and I walked to the other side, to the door Mitch was at. I opened it and she fell out instantly, but I managed to catch her before it was too late. We got her into the sub station without making too much noise and I turned to Miley, not wanting to go any further because I had to lock the door back up.

"I'll take it from here. Thanks for the lift, you're a life saver." She let go of Mitchie, making me stumble slightly before regaining my balance with her extra weight.

"It's no problem, tell Mitch I said hey in the morning." She had an amused look on her face and chuckled slightly. I laughed a little too but more out of politeness than humour. I really wasn't in the mood for laughing right now whilst I had a nearly unconcious girl in my arms. I sat Mitch in one of the booths whilst I locked the door and said bye to Miley. I always like Miley. She was chilled and laid back and she didn't care what anyone thought about her, despite how much people spoke shit about her. I managed to get her up to the apartment without waking anyone, luckily for me, otherwise I'd be dead. I got her into my room and I sat her down on my bed whilst I dug out some clothes for her to wear for bed. She kept all her clothes in her duffel bag because she didn't want to impose on my wardrobe/closet space. Her words not mine. I found out a tank top for her and some basketball shorts that she always wore when she was dossing around. I don't blame her though, they're comfy as hell. When I turned back to her, she was lay on her back with her legs dangling over my bed and her eyes closed. I put her clothes beside her before attempting to wake her up for the billionth time tonight. I stood infront of her and grabbed her hands, pulling her up into a sitting position. She tried to pry herself away, but I wouldn't let her. I had a good enough grip on her hands so she couldn't fall back.

"Come on Mitchie, don't make this any harder than it has to be. I just need to get you changed then ou can go to bed alright." I told her pretty sternly. I didn't want to sound harsh, but I needed her to understand that I wanted this done as quick and easy as possible. She co operated after a few mumbles of what I assumed to be whining. I kept a hand on her back as I sat beside her, to give me a little more support to keep sat up. Her eyes mayaswell have been closed, they were drooping that much. I unbottoned her shorts for her skillfully with my one free hand before tugging at them. "Lift up your ass girl." She tried to do what I said but failed miserably. Maybe it would be best to change her top half first. I pulled at her top but she wasn't exactly making things easy for me. "Lift up your arms." I told her quietly. I pulled off her top and changed her into the other one quicker than I expected to. I lay her on her back and decided to pull off her shorts that way instead. I got up to my feet and stood infront of her and pulled them off with ease. Putting her basketball shorts on was a little harder, but I managed it within a couple minutes. I walked over to my desk to get some make up wipes. I know how much Mitchie hates sleeping in make up. I sat beside her head on my bed and started wiping off her make up. I honestly had no idea how she was holding up so well. It was clear that she was literally forcing herself to stay awake. Once I was finished, I grabbed her hand and helped her under my duvet, before quickly changing and washing up myself. I got in beside her, her face looked pale and her eyes were still bloodshot. I knew this because she was still keeping herself awake. "You can go to sleep not Mitchie." I told her quietly, but to my surprise she shook her head.

"You're too good to me Lexy." She mumbled almost incoherently. "I'm sorry." Seriously, why was she apologizing? I took her hands in mine under the duvet. Her hands were cold, but a little sweaty.

"Mitch, you have nothing to be sorry for." I insisted, feeling a wave of concern wash over me.

"I do."

"What?" I watched her face silently. She kept her eyes fixed on mine, no matter how droppy they were.

"I just can't take it anymore.. I.. don't know how to deal with these feelings anymore. That's... That's why I got so drunk. I'm sorry." She could hardly pull her words together. Her voice was breaking and I knew she was on the verge of tears.

"What feelings Mitch? What are you talking about?" I tried to push. She closed her eyes and let out a long breath.

"For you." She mumbled out carelessly. She didn't re open her eyes and I guess that she fell asleep due to her breathing steadying out. I lay there, completely dumbfounded and shocked. What the hell did she mean by that?