A/N: Long time no update. Sorry. I've been fixated in dark comedy/horror/bloody shit. I'm sure I could throw some bloody things into this, but it would just be too cruel. Here is an update! I hope I haven't lost all of my readers!

Alice's head poked back through the door and she tossed a small ace bandage to me, "To wrap your hand."

I didn't catch it and it rolled under Savannah's bed. She smirked and closed the door again.

I heard her heels clacking through the house and then heard her say, "See you later boys, and Frankie."

The front door closed. I sat the ice pack aside and got down on my knees to find the bandage that had rolled away from me. I grabbed it and sat it on the nightstand between the beds. It hit me then that I was in Cheertown without any sort of ally. Everyone in the common room may not have been mad at me anymore, their rage aimed now at Dan, but they weren't on my side. No one felt bad for me. No one was mad at Dan for my sake. They were all mad because of what he did to Savannah.

I sat there on the floor, feeling selfish and childish, wondering what the fuck Alice's angle was and when she'd turn the tides against me. Then my phone vibrated on my bed, muffled. I wasn't sure I'd heard it, but I saw the screen light up.

I stayed there on the floor and grabbed it. Once I looked at it, I muttered, "Fuck you, Dan."

I was going to just throw my phone back onto my bed and continue sitting there on the floor, but then I decided to read this last stupid text. I immediately regretted it.

Im outside ur window. Plz talk to me.

What a creeper. What could be possibly have to say? He owed me an apology, but I doubted I'd get that. I had no intention of talking to him. No one was going to let him into Cheertown, so I wasn't worried about that. I heard a tap on the window and saw a shadow through the curtains then I got another text.

I see the light on. I kno Savannah left. Plz Marti.

Hell no. Did he not understand the concept of giving someone at least a day or two after doing something incredibly stupid? I had no interest in seeing him, speaking to him, or even texting him. I was in the right mind to go tell everyone else that he was outside bothering me, have the cheerleaders swarm him. I was a little disappointed to find out that just Lewis punched him and he hadn't been beaten up like my mom said. Wanda liked to emboss, so I should have known better.

Another text.

I just want to talk

I laughed, loudly and deliberately so that he would hear, and then I texted him back:

Fuck no.

I chuckled, pleased with myself. No more texts ensued and I got up off of the floor and started to wrap my hand. I still saw his shadow outside. He was probably crying. I laughed at the thought. He thought he had two women and now he had zero women. I couldn't do anything other than laugh. I wrapped my hand and sat alone and just laughed.

Everyone in the living room probably thought I'd lost it. I didn't care. Dan was hellbent on ruining out friendship, and I didn't care about that either. My life had taken a turn for the ridiculous. Could it get any worse? Yes, probably - was the answer.

Dan tapped on the window again and shouted this time, "Please, Marti!"

I marched over and pulled the curtains aside. I held my bandaged and busted up hand to the window and flicked him off. It hurt. I didn't care. I powered through and then I pulled the curtains shut again.

My phone lit up with another text. Assuming it to be Dan, I ignored it and decided to venture out into the kitchen where there was certainly some alcohol. I wasn't going anywhere. I wasn't chasing after Savannah. What would her parents think if I rolled up to her house? She probably told her mom what happened and that would make me the little skank ho that her boyfriend cheated on her with. Shitshow. That would be something to make my life more ridiculous, and I just wanted everything to fucking stop. Cease and desist!

I plunged into the liquor cabinet, and grabbed someone's whiskey. "Whose is this?" I asked and held it up, "I'm drinking it. Probably all of it."

"Alice's," Louis answered.

"Fuck yeah. She won't mind." I grabbed a glass, got some ice, and took myself and the entire bottle back to the bedroom.

Before I made it into the door, Frankie said, "You know you can come out here and drink with us, if you want, Marti."

She was so nice. What the hell? I trotted back out and sat in the open spot on the end of the couch. I poured a glass of the whiskey and said, "Sorry I'm a slut, guys."

Everyone looked confused.

"It's ok," Louis responded.

I should have known no one would say, "You're not a slut."

"Dan is the one at fault here," said Darwin.

"Speaking of which..." I took a sip, winced and continued, "He's outside of my window, harassing the shit out of me."

"That son of a bitch!" Louis stood up, "What part of stay the fuck away from Cheertown does he not understand?"

"Probably the stay the fuck away part..." I muttered and laughed. Everything was so fucking funny to me and I wasn't even drunk. Yet.

Louis and the other muscular manly cheerleaders paraded out of the house. I felt a pang of guilt for sicking them on Dan. He was my best friend. Not at the moment though. At moment he was just an idiot dude who was harassing me. Frankie went to watch.

"I got enough of the drama," Darwin said.

I drank my whiskey and stared blankly at the basketball game on TV. I couldn't even tell you what teams were playing.

"You didn't beat him up too badly, did you?" I asked everyone when they came back in.

"No, I just had a talk with him about respecting women," Louis sat back down. "I think he got the point now."

"With your fists?" I laughed.

"No, not with my fists. God, Marti. Not everyone punches things when they're pissed."

Everyone else sort of laughed, which made me feel validated. I smirked, "You punched him this morning."

"That's true. Once was enough."

"Apparently not if he came back."

"She has presented a good argument," Frankie sided with me and lifted her drink in my direction, signifying her favor.

Louis huffed, "How's your hand anyway?"

"Better now that I got something to drink." Problem Solving 101 with Marti was the same thing as Problem Solving 101 with Wanda, and I didn't even care. I did not give a single fuck. Not tonight. In fact, I fucking laughed. No one knew what I was laughing at.

Three drinks later, I sat my cup of almost completely melted ice on the table and said, "I should go get my phone to see if Dan sent me anymore high-quality pathetic texts."

No one responded. I could sense their animosity. They didn't hate me, but they didn't like me either. If anything, they felt sorry for my stupid drunk ass. I re-entered my room. The light was still on. I left it on. I grabbed my phone and saw that I had not one, not two, but six new text messages.

"Jesus, Dan..." I mumbled, and then I yelled as loud as I could, "God fucking dammit!"

"Marti's pissed again," someone said.

"I hope she doesn't punch anything," someone else commented.

"Marti, we need your hands for Nationals!" Louis yelled at me.

Five messages were from Savannah and the last one was from my mom, informing me that I'm a terrible human being and she raised me better than this. Actually, no, no she didn't, but I didn't feel like blaming her at the moment. With my luck, she was probably talking about me ignoring Dan anyway.

I ran through the house with my phone to my ear, trying to call Savannah. The last text from her was only twenty minutes before. I hoped she was still at The Rat and I hoped Dan hadn't sulked his stupid ass in that direction after Louis lectured him. I didn't answer anyone's questions about where I was going as I barged out of the front door in a dramatic rush. Had I known she'd ended up at The Rat, I may have been able to get over my mom being there and gone back. That was a lie, but after three glasses of whiskey it became true. Fuck, on the subject of my mom, who knows what Wanda said to her.

Why didn't I just check the first fucking text I had gotten on my phone?

A/N part duex: I don't understand my fascination with whiskey. I, myself, do not drink whiskey. I wish I did, everyday. But I cannot. It is pretty much the most badass liquor in the world, and I often use it to metaphorically represent badassedness in my writing. No, I am not drunk right now, I am at work. Don't drink and drive, kids! Also, don't drink and drunk walk alone around campus. Drink at home and then stay home instead.