A/N: Hi, guys. :) This is in Dallas's point of view, it will probably be one of the last chapters from his perspective since there's only about ten left. :( So this chapter is short and I've been getting MANY requests for longer chapters but the reality of it is that I don't have much time to write. Soo, if you want longer chapters, that means shorter updates, but I'll try my best. :) Enjoy!

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"Why are you so obsessed with Austin anyways?" Kira says, examining the nails of the hand that isn't holding her beer. She has to shout because the music is so freaking loud during this day party.

"That... Is none of your business." I sigh, turning away from her and taking a swig of my own beer. I look around me at the party crowd. It's small, too small. They had been getting a little shallow as of late but tonight it's just embarrassing. And I knew the exact reason, but of course I wouldn't admit it to myself.

"When is Austin going to come back?" Kira groaned, throwing her head back dramatically. I wish she would shut up.

"Soon!" I snap, walking away from her.

And that was the exact reason no one was at these parties anymore. Austin. Darron used to always provide for the parties... Alcohol, drugs, etc. until he got kicked off of campus. And then Austin stepped up to the plate, determined to prove himself since he was originally such a prep. He was a rich boy, and his supplies seemed endless. And now since he's not around no one is interested anymore. The truth is, I can't seem to find happiness when I'm sober... So, really, these parties keep me going.

I lean over the sink and run a hand through my hair. Austin was ruining my life now, literally, and that only made me want to ruin his. Actually, I just wanted him to start coming back to these parties, because I'm broke... Ugh, I don't know what I want anymore, actually. The more I think of it, the more the anger boils inside of me, and I find myself smashing my empty beer bottle on the edge of the counter and sliding to the floor with my face in my hands.

"Dude, what's your problem?" Some guy I don't know scoffs at me, and I shoot him a glare. He holds up his hands in defense and walks away, and I sigh, running a hand across my cheek.

I remember the days when I wasn't like this. The first time I ever got drunk I was a sophomore in high school. I was always fending for myself because my dad was in jail and my mom and I lived alone and I was the man of the house now, so one day I just decided to let loose and live a little. Living a little turned into living a lot and pretty soon I could be classified as an alcoholic. Nothing has changed since then, except that I'm a lot more angry and depressed now. No one really knows that about me but it's becoming hard to disguise when things like this happen. The urge to hurt Austin and anyone else was becoming more and more prominent, and it scared me.

I was aware of someone else approaching and I looked up to see Cassidy, who slid down into the floor next to me and leaned her head back against the cabinets, drumming on her plastic cup with her fingernails. She's silent for a moment before she says, "You can tell me, you know."

"Tell you what?" I snap.

"About Austin, and anything else you need to get off your chest." She shrugs, taking a sip of the pink drink that looks and smells fruity.

"I don't have anything I need to get off of my chest." I huff stubbornly, but she can see right through me. Out of all the people I've befriended in college, Cassidy and I have probably been the closest.

"Don't lie to me," She says calmly, and it kind of freaks me out. "you just smashed a beer bottle over the counter."

"Thanks for pointing out the obvious." I say with a roll of my eyes before sighing. "Fine... The thing is, with Austin gone it's really kind of hard to throw good parties anymore."

"I agree." She says instantly.

"What do I do?" I mutter, rubbing my hands across the denim on my jeans.

She shrugs. "I think you have to figure that out for yourself..." She stands up, crushing her now empty cup and tossing it into a nearby trashcan. She begins to walk away, but she looks over her shoulder at me and gives me one last piece of advice. "Just... Don't do anything stupid, Dallas."

Cassidy knows me well, though, and she knows her words have empty meaning. I've done stupid things before, more than I could ever dream to count, and I won't be stopping anytime soon... Especially when it comes to Austin.

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