You could hear the music blaring from three blocks away and the streets were all packed with cars full of underage high schoolers.

The very definition of Friday night is getting drunk and getting laid. Or at least that's what Zay and Jack tell me all the time, for me the only definition that registers is getting drunk and forgetting.

As we walked through the front door a beer was shoved into my hand by someone I have never seen before, but they sure acted like they knew me. Without a second thought, I chugged the contents in the cup.

I looked over to see Zay with some random chick and Jack was already heading upstairs with a hot blonde with big boobs and a big ass. I don't know how he does it. All I know is that we just got here and I'm already by myself, so I do what any rational 17 year old with a lot of problems would do. I go get another drink.

I drink until I don't feel any more pain, until I don't feel anything at all. But sometimes it's better this way. When I'm like this I don't have to think about all my problems.

I just sat at the counter with a new cup of beer for what seemed like every five minutes. As I finished what I deemed would be my last cup so that I could at least remember what happened tonight, Hannah slid her arms around my waist.

"Hannah..." I said as I tried to pry her arms off of me.

She whined and made that pouty face that would make most guys drool. Her long brown hair was curled at the ends, her cleavage practically hung out of her tank top and her pants were unimaginably tight. I wonder how she even gets them on.

Her attempt at seducing me was rather amusing so I figured I might as well play along for a bit, It's not like I have anything better to do.

"Kaaiii..." She slurred as she brushed a finger along my cheek. "Why don't... you and me... get out of here, and go up to my room?" She said as she tugged on my shirt and stared into my eyes seductively.

"You know Hannah," I began, "Let's go up to your room." I smiled devilishly at her as I stood up and grabbed her hand.

"Really?!" She squeaked.

God she wanted me bad.

"Yeahhh.... No." I gave her a curt smile, shoved her slightly so she was no longer clinging onto me and sat back down with another drink.

She huffed and blew a lock of curls out of her face, "I know you want me. So when you're... ready, you know where to find me." She blew a kiss at me as she walked away.

I laughed to myself, how easy can someone get?

Okay. That's definitely going to be my last beer, and to make sure of it I even threw my cup away to reduce the temptation.

I walked around the house for a little bit trying to find Zayden and when I finally did I saw him sitting on a couch in the back of the house sucking some random girls face.

"Hey Zay..." I whispered and waved at him trying to get his attention but it didn't work, he was too focused. "Zay!" I shouted, which surely got his attention.

He jumped up off the couch completely surprised.

As he was wiping lipstick off his face he hurried over to me, "Yea, what's up?"

I leaned in closer to him and asked, "Do you know where the restroom is?"

In response to that he shoved my shoulder. "You interrupted me to ask where the restroom was? Seriously??"

"Hell yea I did, all the beer I drank has gotta go somewhere, and I don't want it to be in a flower pot like last time."

"But you have to admit that was hella funny."

I gave him a death stare, my bladder wasn't going to last forever. "So do you know where it is or not?"

"Yeah yeah, second floor, first door to the left."

"Thanks, Zay. And by the way, how the hell do you know that, we've only been here a couple of times."

"Some girls just want a piece of this so bad they can't wait to find a bedroom and that was the closest thing," Zay smirked.

I laughed as I walked away shaking my head. This was getting dangerous now, If I couldn't even find the staircase how the hell was I going to find the bathroom.

It was after midnight now and the party had really thinned out, Hannah was trying to get as many people to leave as possible since her parents would be back by morning and she needed time to clean things up.

I seriously thought I was going to pee my pants if I couldn't find the restroom. So I did what any rational person would do, only this was more of the unthinkable. I couldn't find anyone in this house since nearly everyone had left and this place was so damn huge so I found the nearest person to me.

"Hey." I started as I basically clutched onto my junk. To my surprise the person that turned around was Lucas.

"Fuck," I muttered to myself, but I decided to swallow my pride rather than becoming the kid that peed his pants. "Uhh, do you know where the bathroom is??" I said urgently, regretting the words immediately when a giant smile was plastered across his face.

"Yeah..." He chuckled as he pointed me in the direction and told me where to go.

"Um, thanks," I said trying to avoid eye contact with him.

I sprinted as fast as I could and when I finally found the bathroom I was thankful for the first time in my life. The relieving feeling was better than anything I have ever felt.

As I was zipping my pants back up I heard a super loud crash followed by a lot of shouting.

All I could hear was muffled swearing but that was my queue to go scope it out.

As I went back down the stairs I followed the sound of the yelling and walked outside to the front of the house. Zay was arguing with Lucas. It was clear they were both totally drunk out of their minds. Zayden was smart enough not to pick a fight with someone he knows he can't beat, someone like Lucas. And Lucas, he never backs down from a challenge, which I always kind of admired, but this was different since they were both completely buzzed.

Zay shoved Lucas's shoulder slowly pushing him back further and further until he was cornered against the garage door. "What're you gonna do bout' it, huh? What?! You got somethin' else to say to me??"

Lucas smiled at that. He smiled. Why the hell would he smile?

He took a step forward, then another step, and another until it was Zay who was backed against a wall. As Lucas gripped Zay by the collar and brought his arm back. That's when I knew I had to do something. If I didn't, who knows how far Lucas would go.

I run and push my way through the small crowd. Just as Lucas was about to throw a punch that I knew Zay wouldn't be able to come back from I stuck myself in between the two. I pulled Lucas's arm down as I tried to contain him. He struggled to get out of my grasp, still trying to get at Zay, I could smell the alcohol on him. I looked over my shoulder to see Jack holding Zay back who looked more angry and scared than actually wanting to fight.

I shouted at Jack, "Get him outta here!!"

Jack nodded as he struggled to drag Zayden away from the house and into his pick up. Jack gave me one final glance asking if I'd be okay and I nodded at him. I'd just call an uber or something.

Once Jack's red pickup truck was far enough I let go of Lucas who I hadn't realized I'd still been holding. He shoved his way out of my arms and ran to the edge of the sidewalk and threw up what looked like everything he had consumed in the past 24 hours. I looked around me and there was no one left except for Hannah.

She looked at me with a that's not my problem bitch face and closed the door behind her, leaving just me and Lucas together.

Normally this would be the perfect moment for me to claim #1 but he's so wasted that I can't bring myself to, I'm not that bad of a person.

I walked over to him as he was hunched over with his hands resting on his knees. "Hey... you okay?" I asked him.

He nodded, but he was really out of it.

"Do you have a ride home?"

He shook his head.

"Okay, let me call an Uber then."

After we waited about 15 minutes an Uber finally arrived. Lucas was passed out and I practically had to half carry half drag him into the car which was really difficult considering how big he was. When I closed the side door I tried to wake him up. I shook his shoulder, shouted his name, I even gave him a little slap.

"Lucas! Hey?! Tell me where you live so I can take you home."

He gave me no response. He started blinking really fast and then all of a sudden his eyes closed shut and he collapsed into my lap. I was taken aback, utterly surprised. I tried to move him, get him to sit up straight, lean him against the window, but he kept falling back into me. I gave up and moved his head so it wasn't as close to my crotch but was still in my lap.

I looked at the driver, "He's totally passed out and I don't know where he lives so just go to my house." I said to him as I proceeded to give him the address.

I craned my neck and whispered into Lucas's ear, "Lucas... you're not telling me where you live so I'm taking you to my place, okay?"

The ride to my house was unbearably quiet, but in a way, it was kind of nice. I've never seen Lucas like this, so unguarded. It was sort of refreshing. I looked down at him, noticing subtle things I hadn't before like how his jaw was slightly crooked, how his adams apple bobbed up and down when he swallowed, and how long his eyelashes were.

I looked out my window to see the rain. The wet ground was illuminated by the light from the lamp posts. The rain was glowing red and green from the stoplights, and everything around me seemed to slow. It was so peaceful like this. I haven't felt like this since I was five. Then I looked down at Lucas again.

I know that he and I are always at odds, and that this should feel awkward... but for some reason, it just doesn't.

As we rounded the corner the car stopped in front of my apartment complex. It was old and run down but it's what I called home. I live here by myself, pay my own rent and bills, and buy my own food. It was small but it was comfortable.

I paid the driver through the window and thanked him. I struggled getting Lucas out of the car and ended up pulling him up into a piggyback and to my surprise, he snuggled into my back. With his face buried in the crook of my neck, he was releasing deep breaths which caused my skin to erupt in goosebumps

The short walk up the stairs to my apartment room was practically an expedition. Lucas was so big that I thought I was going to fall down the stairs every time I took a step. I struggled so much trying to get my key out of my pocket while simultaneously making sure Lucas didn't fall off.

Why was I even doing this? Why am I helping him? I normally would have just left him there passed out on the sidewalk, he's not my problem. But I guess it's too late now, I already brought him here and he wouldn't know where he is when he wakes up if I just leave him out on the street, I'm not that mean.

As I finally got my key out and unlocked my door I almost fell over trying to kick it open with both arms holding Lucas. I walked inside my room and turned on the lights.

My room was small, there was a desk next to the door and a king-sized bed at the back of the room. There was also a small bathroom with a shower, toilet, and sink all crammed onto one side. My room was nearly empty besides some books on my desk and the clothes in my closet.

I gently put Lucas down on my bed and he curled into a little ball, or I guess it was more of a big ball. I went into the bathroom and filled a cup with water from the sink. I tried my best to sit Lucas up and finally got him to drink the whole glass. I got up to get him another cup in an attempt to sober him up and it seemed like it was working. He drank the second cup even quicker than the first. He looked at me with squinted eyes but then they slowly closed again and he started to lean forward. Right before he fell off the bed and onto his face I caught him and leaned him back so that he was lying down. Looks like he's out for the night.

I got up from the bed and went to get some water for myself in hopes to get some of the alcohol out of my system and then sat at my desk. I took out my computer, looking up the time of my next fight.

Every Saturday night I go fight at a well-hidden underground fight club called Mad Dog. I fight to win because if I win I get paid. You may wonder why I don't get a normal job, well, normal jobs don't have flexible hours, and normal jobs don't pay like Mad Dog pays. Depending on how fast and what moves you use to win you can either get paid more or less. The crowd wants a show and that's what I give them.

Tomorrow night I have a big fight coming up. Every year Mad Dog hosts two tournaments, One-On-One, or as some call it, Triple O, and Doubles. And tomorrow night the winner of One-on-One will be decided, and if I win the finals, I'll see more money than I've ever seen in my entire life.

I pulled up various videos of Griffith's previous fights, reading and studying his techniques and style. I was so focused on learning about how my opponent fights that I didn't notice Lucas waking up.

He rubbed his eyes and stretched a little. He looked around him, taking in his surroundings. He probably figured out what had happened pretty quickly.

As he got up he slowly walked towards me with this look in his eyes, the same look I saw before.

He turned my chair around so I was facing him. He leaned over so that his face was extremely close to mine and both of his hands were on the armrests of my chair, trapping me in. I was staring into his eyes wondering what he was doing. He then sat on my lap, straddling my legs.

I was so confused. What is happening right now?

Then he crashed his lips onto mine.

Also I just wanted to say this real quick in case anyone misunderstands, I didn't name my Korean character Kai because of kpop. No, my character is not named after EXO's Kai, I have always liked the name Kai, even before EXO debuted back in 2012 and my character just happens to also be Korean.

So do what you will with that information. Anyways, stan EXO :)