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Chapter 11

"Wow! You actually showed up." Lizzie giggled dragging Leo through her door. "Get yourself a drink."

Leo was positive Lizzie had already had enough to drink by the way she was swaying, but he followed her into the kitchen, where he was relieved to find Abdul and a few others.

"Took you long enough." Abdul joked.

"Parties aren't really my thing." Leo shrugged sipping at the punch that Lizzie had pretty much forced into his hand.

"Lighten up." Lizzie laughed. "Have any of you guys seen Dale?"

Everyone just shook their heads, and Lizzie disappeared into the sea of people in search for Dale.

"She's right mate, have a bit of fun." Abdul sighed.

Leo just ignored his friend's comment. He felt kind of bad for leaving Marco when he did, especially since he was way more of a partier than he was.

'You shouldn't care Leo, you're being civil; it shouldn't change anything.'

"Yeah, you're right." Leo agreed, pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind. "I'll get some more to drink."


Marco sat staring at his reflection, having just finished talking with his parents on the phone, having to tell them his car was a complete write off, and he was heading to London earlier because of him having to travel by train instead. He was lucky enough to be able to get a train for the following morning, but it was early. Marco hated mornings, and this would be even worse, especially since he'd not packed. Not only was thins a hindrance, but he'd just washed the bleach out his hair, and now no longer had time to put the blue dye over the top without having to just pull an all-nighter, so he had to deal with his peroxide blonde hair over Christmas.

He was trying not to think about the fact the entire school was out partying while he was sat at home in sweatpants and a hoodie, writing off any plans of drinking alone, considering the time of his train in the morning.

Making his way through to pack for the holidays, it was dawning on him just how alone he really was. It had been a long time since he'd felt so alone, and he hated it, but he knew he was far too proud and stubborn to say he'd been an ass and try to make amends with people.

All he could do was play it out, and eventually get back to London permanently. It seemed as if it was the only place he'd ever be able to call home. Greenock was never going to be his scene, and he was finding out, Greenock felt a very similar way.


Leo was sure he'd had enough to drink. He was still fully aware of his actions, but he knew he wasn't exactly sober either, and he'd somehow been roped into playing a drinking game of 20 questions with Lizzie, Lisa, Abdul, Dale, Rhiannon, Darren and Lenny. The game was pretty simple, 20 questions, but if you don't want to answer the question, you do a shot of some unnaturally bright blue substance that Lizzie held in her hand.

Rhiannon had just finished, and she'd been brutally honest, to nobody's surprise. Lisa had gone first, and she was a little more cautious of answering questions, and Lizzie had been avoiding a few questions herself.

"Leo, you should have a go."

"No… I'm just watching." Leo insisted.

"Not anymore." Lizzie laughed. "Okay, what's first?"

The first few questions where pretty easy to answer, and there was nothing too uncomfortable but quite quickly, the questions where making Leo feel more and more uneasy.

"Why did you and Marco break up?" Rhiannon asked.

Leo just took a shot glass and downed it with little hesitation, making everyone just make it even more awkward.

"Does he really have loads of money, or is it all lies?"

"So, is Marco like an exception, or do you like fancy other boys?"

Leo was sure he'd already done more shots than anyone else and he still had a question left, and he prayed it was one that he could answer.

"Do you still fancy him?" Lisa asked.

"No." Leo answered. "I don't."

"Well that's 20 questions." Lizzie spoke up. "Leo it doesn't hit you straight away, but all those shots are definitely going to hit you soon, this is strong shit."

"Sure." Leo sighed, sitting down, taking his half-finished drink and getting ready to see somebody else completely humiliated. If this is what people did for fun, Leo really wasn't interested. He planned to get out of there as quickly as soon as he could.


"Abdul, have you seen my brother?" Justin asked.

"He's just left, I told him he wasn't in a state to walk on his own, but he wouldn't listen to me." Abdul replied.

"Thanks." Justin sighed, knowing not to get too worked up. He quickly sent Leo a text and got back to the party.


Marco was awoken by a knock at his door, and he was instantly ready to make someone pay for waking him up. He half-heartedly left the comfort of his bed to see who was knocking at his door at such a ridiculous time.

He opened the door, ready to punch someone, and was confused as to why Leo was leaving against his door.

"Leo, what the fuck are you doing here?" Marco sighed.

"Things were finally going back to normal and then you decided to go back and mess everything up." Leo slurred. "I can't hate you, and I don't know why."

Marco just sighed. "Leo, you've had far too much to drink. You should go home."

"My dad will kill me." Leo complained, reaching out to touch Marco's shoulder.

"That's not my problem." Marco snapped taking a step back. "Here." He sighed handing him a ten pound note. "At least get yourself a taxi home, you can barely stand up."

"I can't take your money."

"No, I need to fucking sleep, and I'll pay you to leave me the fuck alone so I can at least catch my train, Jesus fucking Christ. Take the money." Marco then quickly called for a taxi, and handed Leo a cup of water.

"Why are you being nice to me?" Leo asked.

"I'm a human being, Leo." Marco rolled his eyes.

"Look Marco, we played 20 questions at the party, and someone asked me why me and you broke up, but I don't even know. Why did we? Like, we didn't have a big argument or anything."

"I'm not talking to you about this." Marco stated bluntly. "You need to think a little, because I know you wouldn't be saying the bullshit sober, so don't embarrass yourself."

"But I was just…"

"…No. Your taxi's pulling in; get yourself some sleep, because I really wouldn't want to be you tomorrow. Have a good holiday, okay."

"Yeah, you too."

AN: So sorry updates are slow at the moment, I've just started up college, and I'm quite busy university hunting and stuff at the minute, so I will write on my days off, but I have a lot to juggle at the minute :(

See you all next chapter xxx