The weeks went on, and still Zach and Carson were together a
lot, but it did not bother me as much. I began to hang out with John more, but
still with Zach too. Carson’s friend Hunter, the one I knew was gay the moment
I met him, began to come over more and more. But instead of staying stuck under
Carson’s ass as he used to, he would hang out with us all. He would bring over
one of his Nintendo game systems and him and John, and I too, would play all
weekend. Something we called a Nintendo weekend. It was fun, but I noticed how
horribly Carson had been treating him, and essentially only kept him around for
money.
I had never thought much about why Hunter was so nice to
Carson. I always assumed that they were just good friends and Hunter for some
strange reason felt that it was somewhat his responsibility to take care of
Carson. Carson once got pissed off at him because Hunter had taken him to
McDonalds when Carson wanted to go someplace else. I did not really understand
this, because Hunter was paying, as usual. As Hunter and I became friends, it
increasingly bothered me how Carson was such a dick to him. Hunter wasn’t a bag
of cherries himself, but he did not deserve to be treated like that, to be only
kept around to pay for stuff. Carson would even get pissy whenever Hunter would
come over and play Nintendo with us all weekend.
He tried to kick him out several times, but John and I
stopped him and told Hunter that he could stay because he was our guest. It was
funny really watching Carson squirm because he could not really object to us
having a guest. If Hunter had spent too
much time ignoring Carson, while he played Nintendo with us, or would not come
talk to him because he was busy, playing Nintendo with us, Carson would get
extremely pissy and try to say something to the effect of “He is my friend.”
John, and particularly I, took pleasure in watching Carson pick temper tantrums
because Hunter was ignoring him. One time he got extremely pissy and hit the
wall with a meat hammer. I think this episode was brought on because of me, but
for the sake of the story let’s say it was caused by Hunter ignoring him and
exacerbated by me.
I thought everyone was getting along fine, well for the most
part. One weekend, I believe on a Saturday, Hunter and Zach went to Skidaway
Island alone. We had all talked about going before, but for some strange reason
Zach and Hunter went alone. They said that Carson would scare away any wildlife
within 50 miles, and I would apparently make too much noise. I talked to Zach
about it and he told me that it was nothing, but he hated being around Hunter.
This shocked me a little because up until then everything had been going just
peachy. Zach said that Hunter was too annoying, made horrible jokes, and
pretended that he was smarted than everyone. I did not disagree because well
everyone can be annoying, he does sometimes make bad jokes or ones that you
don’t get and when you ask him about it he replies with “exactly”, and he did
seem a little bit of a know-it-all but the kid was smart as hell so I always
assumed that he really did know it all.
After I told them that I was good in the woods, and really
wanted to go so that I could take some great pictures Hunter, Carson, Zach, and
I went together. We split up and Zach and Carson walked one way along the trail
while Hunter and I walked the other. I did get some good pictures, especially
since they were right to leave Carson behind the first time. After we walked
the first trail separately, we walked another trail together. It was hilarious
watching him in the wood, the only thing I could think of was a fish out of
water. Except in this case, it was a city boy in the woods. I found immensely
funny to get a long piece of grass or a stick and rub it along his leg as we
walked around.
For Thanksgiving break, we all went home except for Carson
and Hunter, who were Savannah natives. Carson lived on campus because his mom
was homeless and his dad would not let him live with him. I really can’t blame
him, if I could have kicked him out of my apartment I would have too. Over the break,
I had procured a handle of Captain Morgan for John and the first weekend back
He could not resist breaking it open. And boy did he ever.
That weekend Hunter had taken Carson to see some show in
Jacksonville and Zach was at Molly’s. It was for the most part just John and I.
I had, I believe one maybe two shots, but then went off to work on a paper or
something. After finishing what I was doing, I finally went across the hall to
Laura’s apartment, a mutual friend of all of ours, where the party had moved. Both
of them were drunk off of their asses, especially John. He came up to me and
slurred to the effect of, “Hey buddy, you know that you’re my roommate. I got a
secret to tell you.” Laura butted in and told him to shut up; apparently, she
did not want me to know John’s secret. If she did not want me to know then I
did not want to know. I figured that it had something to do with sex because he
told me so, I was thinking possibly between the two of them, which I did not
want to know about because I sort of like Laura.
John reassured me that I wanted to know his secret she
persisted that I did not, and took him off to the side and scolded him. When
they came back, you would have thought that John was a gold fish because he
apparently did not remember Laura getting angry with him for trying to tell me
his secret. After a few minutes of casual conversation, once again he was
telling me about his secret, and how I “really want to know” it. He sparked my
interest when he told me, “it was about Carson,” – anything that I could use
against Carson was always welcome. As I told him I was good that I really did
not want to know, he finished with “and Zach.” Now I was extremely curious, but
still I relented to Laura’s angry stares and told him, “If they want me to know
their secret then they will tell me.”
But John was determined and as Laura came over to stop him;
he, as eloquently as I have ever seen a drunk person, told Laura that I had a
right to know. Laura got mad at him and stormed off to her room. I tried to put
my hands over my ears, like a kid, but he pulled them down. He may not look it
but he is pretty strong and I realized that to resist would be futile. Apparently,
he really wanted me to know this secret, and I honestly at this point wanted to
know myself.
He whispered, probably a little louder than expected, “Zach
and Carson are gay together.”
I replied with a skeptical, “Do what?”
“And apparently they and hunter slept together.”
“Huh?”
“Zach and Carson and Hunter have all been having sex with
each other.” Laura walked out of her room just as he was finishing. “Zach is
gay.”
As she stood mortified in the hall, I said to John
unbelievingly, “Sure he is.”
Laura started going off on John for telling me this. I just
sort of stood there, thinking it was funny because they are arguing over
something that so obviously was not true. My best friend was not gay, and sure,
as hell wasn’t gay with that pathetic excuse for a human being Carson. Then
Laura stormed past me yelling insults directed toward John, finishing with
“You’re a Jerk!” as she slammed the door.
I tried to walk after her, because I could not stand to
think of a girl walking around campus upset and alone. Call me a pig, but I
call it chivalry. But she was gone before I got a chance to really tail her.
John stumbled over to our apartment, because Morgan, Laura’s roommate, had come
out and asked what had happened and told John he needed to leave.
I went back to my apartment to help John get back; he could
barely walk, grab a jacket and put on some shoes. When I got back to Laura and
Morgan’s apartment Morgan told me “she is in some garden.” This really did not
help because our campus was one giant ass garden made up of many other smaller
gardens. I thought to myself where would
I go to be alone? THE INTERNSTIONAL GARDENS! “Well thanks, I’m going to
look for her,” I said to Morgan as I was leaving.
As I was walking down the stairs, I heard my door open. I
paused momentarily to see John coming out. Trying to avoid a drunken argument
in the middle of a dry campus when both of the arguers are under age, I took
off and scooted down the stairs before he could see me. I needed to get to her
first, so that I could tell her that John was coming. I stopped at the bottom
to wait on him, and sure enough, John was going to look for Laura too.
I walked on the opposite side of the building and scooted
out of sight of John, but kept an eye on him as long as I could. He was headed
toward University Hall, the closest academic building to our apartment. I
walked on the other side of some trees so that he would not see me. He soon was
out of my site and I left to go and find Laura.
She was exactly where I thought she was. We sat there in the
gazebo for a while talking until it got too cold and then we walked back to her
apartment. All this time John kept calling her phone. After I had substantially
calmed her down she finally picked up the next time he called and then hung up.
She told me that it was someone else, or John, playing a
trick. They had told her that it was the Police and she had hung up. While she
was in the bathroom, they called again. This time I told her that I would
answer. I hit send and said, “Hello?”
“Hello, this is officer Woods with the AASU Police
Department, is this Laura?”
“No, this is her friend.”
“May I speak to her?”
“No she is in the bed asleep.” I said as she stared up at me
from the toilet.
“Oh…. We found her friend John on campus. He appears to have
been drinking and this was the last number he dialed.”
Oh, shit! Think!
Think! “Oh. That is my roommate; he and Laura were supposed to go to a
party or something together. Do you want me to come and get him?”
“That want be necessary. We were just calling to see if she
knew what he drank. Do you by any chance know?”
“Uh… No!” Half of the
handle of Captain Morgan I got him.
“Okay.”
“Where did y'all find him?” I ask so that I could get there
as soon as possible before John got into trouble.
“In front of University Hall.”
“Oh.” He really didn’t
make it that far. “I’ll be over there in a minute, goodbye.”
As I hung up the phone, I told Laura what happened and
ordered her to get to bed and go to sleep. She tried to resist and wanted to
go, but I told her that it would be best if she fell asleep really fast.
As I ran into my room to grab something, I found Zach
standing there. It was the first time I had seen Zach all weekend and after
what just happened I really could have did with never seeing him again. But
then again, John was drunk and obviously made a mistake.
I filled Zach in on what had happened, omitting the part
where John had accused him of being gay. I did not think that it was important
at the moment and since it was not true, it did not need repeating. I was
actually glad that Zach was there. I had not seen him much all weekend and he
showed up in just the nick of time so that I would not have to deal with John’s
pending doom all alone.
We left the apartment and made the short walk to University
Hall. He really did not make it very far. When we got there, John was sitting
up on a stone bench. Luckily, I knew the officers that had found him, Officer
Woods, the one that called Laura’s phone. John was in no shape to be dealing
with the police at this moment. He spilled his guts to them about where he had
been drinking, whom he had been drinking with, everything.
Everything that is, except his age. I don’t know how exactly
he figured he would get away with it, seeing as how they had his license. I
don’t even know if he even meant to lie to them. When the officer asked him how
old he was, he said 21. But seeing as how he barely even knew when his own
birthday was I think that, the officers gave him a free pass. John also told
them that he had only drunk a couple of shots.
This is what made the officers worry, because they knew that
he had drank more than a couple of anything. But since they did not know
exactly what he had drank, and how much they had assumed the worst. They were
worried that he might have in addition to the couple of shots also drunk a Four
Loco. It turns out that those things are like poison and if consumed in copious
amounts or with other alcoholic drinks they can cause you to go into a coma. Or
at least that is what Woods told me when the other officer went to get the
breathalyzer from his car.
Woods also told me what had happened, which furthered their
worry about his pending doom. They had found him passed out the very bench
which he now sat. They were worried about him freezing to death in the cold
while he lay on a stone bench which sucks the warmth from your body. Once they
had tried to wake him up, they realized that he was not a hobo trying to sleep,
but a drunken college kid passed out. Since they did not know what exactly he
had drank, and knew what he was telling them was a lie, they had called Laura
to check and see if she knew since it was the last number he had dialed.
When the other officer got back with the breathalyzer they
tried to get John to blow in it, and after several failed attempts, they
finally got a reading. I don’t remember exactly how high it was, but if it kept
rising then he was going to need to go to the hospital to have his stomach
pumped.
The officers helped escort John back to our apartment. As we
were coming up the last flight of stairs, Laura came out of her apartment. I
had been trying to convince the officers that she was asleep, but unless she
sleep-walks then there was no avoiding this one. As she popped her head out of
her door, the other officer asked if she was Laura, and she was caught.
The other officer told her to come into our apartment while
we helped John to the couch. After they got John to sit down they took made him
take another breathalyzer test to see if his blood alcohol level was rising. It
was! Due to this, they called an ambulance, to my relief, because they had to.
Before the ambulance got there John started puking, which made me extremely
glad that I had placed a trash can between his knees.
One the paramedics finally arrived in our apartment I was
relieved. One of them talked to the officers while the other one attended to
John, who had just let out a massive stream of alcohol saturated vomit. The
paramedic grabbed a tissue to wipe John’s nose and did so very roughly and
uncaringly. I remember thinking, asshole
you could be a little nicer. But they had probably seen this so much that
their sympathy had long ago evaporated.
Finally after John had puked a few times his BAC finally
quit rising and started leveling out. They did not take him to the hospital
that night, because John was coherent enough to tell them not to.
While the paramedics looked after John, the other officer
focused his attention to Laura. After having her take a breathalyzer test,
which surprisingly took her more attempts than John did, mostly due to here not
listening instead of her inebriation. The officer asked her where had they been
drinking and she told them over at her place. Then he asked her where the
alcohol was. She told them that she had poured it out. Then it turned into that
she did not know, that John must had stashed it somewhere before he went
looking for her.
She wasn’t lying… completely. John had hidden it under the
cabinet as he always did. But she had put it in her room after I left to go
check on John, while she was supposed to be ‘asleep.’ The officer was not
buying it and escorted her over to her apartment to search for it. The officer
found it and made Laura pour it out.
The officers of that night, Woods and the other one, did
remarkably well. They did not even write John or Laura a ticket for underage
consumption. Instead, they turned it over to housing, as they had to. It was
not that they wanted John or Laura to get into trouble, but since they had to
notify the Community Assistant on duty that they were entering a residence,
they had no choice but to turn it over. They did however tell the CA that
neither Zach nor I were aware of what was going on so that we did not get into
trouble. Thank you Officer Woods and other officer.
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