RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

I feel like a possessive wife. I'm sat crossed legged on our bed, my arms also crossed, staring at the door. Coby's been gone for hours. I've had to bathe Erika by myself. That's something I never want to repeat. I've had to feed her and keep her calm.

I stare holes in the doors, hands grasping my knees so tightly they could probably go straight through the skin.

"An hour. He says. I'm just going next door! Lying asshole, where the fuck is he?"

After the past five minutes of walking down the hallway, the alcohol and the weed has really gotten to my head. I am now walking slowly, with somewhat of a limb as I keep my hand on the wall next to me, just to keep me up.

"So hard, to walk with a boner," I laugh to myself in a slight witches cackle.

I only vaguely remember mine and Brian's dorm number, and I don't remember that we even have it locked. I try to turn the handle but to no avail, I can only assume that this is my room. I knock on the door, with a grin on my face as I lean on the door frame and wait.

"Avon calling."

"Avon calling? What the fuck?"

I get up off the bed, ruining my pissed off Yoda position. How am I supposed to give him a stern glare from the shadows if I have to go into the light to let him in. I walk across to the door, trying not to skip in excitement - coz part of me's all "Yay boyfriends back!"

I undo the bolt and pull the door open, trying to keep a stony look on my face. This is made so much easier by the fact he's blatantly drunk.

"You prick."

I glare at him and turn away walking back to the bed.

I laugh a little before stumbling into the room, "Awww come on baby, don't be like that."

I smile as I shut the door behind me.

"I'm just," I look down at my wrist at my watch, swaying a little as I do so, "something late o'clock."

I giggle, "But, I'm back now. Miss me?"

"About two hours ago I stopped missing you and started planning your death." I inform him, watching distastefully as he swaggers across the room. There's not just drink there, he's a pretty normal drunk... sort of, "Are you fucking high?"

"Where the hell were you? I thought you were just going to sort things out with Alex."

"I did!" I whine like a child that's being caught getting the cookies out of the jar.

"I sorted that out, when went off to cry to myself, and then Corey invited me up his place for a drink and a smoke," I say matter-of-factly.

"But, that's not the point," I laugh before walking towards him slowly in a stumble, "the point is, I'm here now, and I am horny as fuck so, what do you say?"

He got high with a teacher? This place really has no boundaries at all, does it? I can't believe he would do something so fucking reckless. I know he's under a lot of stress but this isn't the way to solve it. And he's horny after coming back from Corey's? What the hell went on there?

"I don't think so." I say, "I don't want you when you're like this."

I'd be more proud of myself for turning him down but it's no mean feat with the Coby in front of me know. I'm not attracted to this side of him at all.

"Oh come on Brian, don't be such a chick," I say before walking closer to him.

"I mean, you wanted it in the showers the other day," I say with a small smirk before leaning over him a little and pulling him closer to me.

"You don't want a piece of the Shaddix machine?"

"Yes, but then you didn't stink of weed and whiskey." I push him away from me.

I don't want to tell him why I don't want him like this. I want our first time to be something special and romantic, not something rushed and sloppy. If I told him this now, he'd probably laugh it off.

I walk past him and move across the other side of the room, "This isn't remotely appealing to me."

I roll my eyes and groan at Brian's prudishness. What the hell is his problem?

"Ooooh come ON Brian. I am horny here, cut me some slack. So I'm a little smashed and baked," I say, almost falling over myself as I say it, "But I'm still the same old Coby. My dick still stands to attention whenever I see you."

I laugh a little, before it turns a little hysterical. I close my eyes and laugh to myself before looking up at Brian and he doesn't look impressed.

"Oh Fuck Brian, chill the fuck down, will you?"

"You're fucking high and drunk! You stink, you look like hell, you've had me worried for the past few hours and you expect me to be cool all over you?" I snap, "I'm entitled to be pissed off Coby. The first real smile that's been on your face in the past week and it's been chemically induced!"

I turn away from him, annoyed at myself for being jealous of the stupid drink and drugs for making him happy when I couldn't.

"I don't want you anywhere near me."

I sigh and march over to Brian, I grab onto his arm to make him turn to me.

"Look, I've being stressed up to my eyeballs recently, I needed a release and now you are pissed at me for forgetting all my problems for one night."

I can see he looks somewhat fearful, but I just can't stop, "So, stop insult me and let me fuck you senseless like you would NEV-ER let me do!"

Oooooh, fuck.

I don't like him like this. I don't like feeling scared in his presence. I can't help but feel I'm going to open my eyes and see my dad/uncle behind me again, whispering platitudes, our little secret...

"Coby, don't." I say, trying to keep my voice as level as I can, I don't want him to know he's scaring me, I don't want him to hurt me. "I don't want to."

I'm feeling too weak to even push him away from me right now, all I can do is stare at him. He's unrecognizable like this.

"WHY THE FUCK NOT?!" I yell, throwing my arms up in defeat.

"What have I done wrong?" I have somewhat seemed to have sobered up a little now, but the thoughts that are in the back of my mind are still spilling out of my mouth.

"I've being here for you, for almost a year now. I have done everything for you, and you won't even give me this in return. What kind of relationship do we have, if you want even let me fuck you?!"

OK, I have crossed the line now, the sober side of me knows this. But my drunk and stoned side just can't seem to shake the anger and hurt.

I can feel the tears pinpricking at my eyes. Is this what he really thinks? They say the truth comes out when you're drunk.

"That isn't FAIR!" I snap back, a sudden surge of bravery coming through me. One which quickly fades as I see his reaction. I shrink back against the wall, getting as far away from him as this close proximity will allow.

"You know why, Coby, you know why I haven't." My voice is shaking, I close my eyes to try and hold back the tears, "I don't want you drunk. You can't make everything better, make it all okay for me when you're like this."

I rack my brains to say something to him, anything.

I clench my jaw at his reaction. I groan and throw my hand into the air.

"Forget it. Fuck you Brian! Stop the act, it's getting pathetic now," I say through gritted teeth before making my way away from him towards the door, my walking isn't so wobbled now.

I don't take a look back at him as I make my way out of the door.

The act? The fucking act? He's lucky he's leaving and that I'm so incapacitated with fear and tears right now. I would fucking kill him for something like that usually.

I drop to the floor, my head resting on my knees, the tears streaming down my face now. I can't believe he could be such an asshole. Just like everyone else in this goddamn place.

I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!

I march down the hallway, not sure exactly were I am going, all I know is it's going to be somewhere to crash for the night, somewhere that's away from that fucking prude of a boyfriend back in MY dorm.

I stagger up a small flight of stairs before looking at the door I was stood outside of earlier. I take a deep breath before marching up to the door and banging on it.

"Tony? Tony?! Open the fucking door!"

Number of posts : 920 Age : 43 Registration date : 2008-04-01

I want to scream at Coby and tell him to fuck off. I don't want to deal with more of his screaming. But he's making such a huge fucking noice and it's pretty late. If I don't let him in, he'll wake everyone up and everyone'll be pissed off at me. I couldn't deal with that right now.

I throw the pillow which was covering my head to one side and get up off the bed. I walk over to the door and unbolt it, pulling it open.

"Come to bitch at me some more?"

"No," I mumble at him as he folds his arms and stares me down at the door.

I sigh and shake my head, "Can I come in?" I ask him in a low mumble, hating that I have come back here. But I have no where else to go. I am seriously mad at Brian now, I just want to forget his prudishness for one night and forget him. Well, at least that's what I think I want in this state of mind.

"Please?"

Number of posts : 920 Age : 43 Registration date : 2008-04-01

I stare him down again for a long moment before sighing, "Fine."

I move aside and allow him into my room, shutting the door quickly. He's obviously off his head on something. The unsteadiness of his movements, the fact his pupils are dilated, the fact he just generally looks like shit.

Bastard, he could have at least shared.

I lean against the door, arms folded, "What's going on Coby?"

"I'm, I'm a little drunk, and a little stoned," I say as I run my hands over my face.

I look back at Tony and he looks at me in a knowing look, "OK. I'm a LOT stoned and a LOT drunk. I can't help it, I was stressed, and Corey offered."

I know how pathetic that now sounds, but it's still my excuse.

"I went back to Brian, for a little loving because, hell, I am horny as fuck. And he wouldn't fucking give it up! I've waited so fucking long and being so patient with him. And now I'm just so FUCKING frustrated!"

Number of posts : 920 Age : 43 Registration date : 2008-04-01

"I can't say I blame him. Would you fuck him if he was like you are now?" I ask.

I jump in with my next point before he starts insisting that he'd be a good boyfriend and make sure his lover was satisfied. I know as well as he does that he wouldn't go anywhere near a drunk lover.

"Well I'm not doing it. Not when you're this intoxicated. You'll hate yourself and me in the morning."

"Oooh, so you choice now to be all high and mighty and moral?!" I am slightly surprised after his confession earlier.

I move closer to him, wiping my hands over my face and squaring myself up to Tony.

"Come on Tony. You want me, you said not three hours ago. You still want me, push the morals aside baby," I say in a slightly slurred voice as I push my hips onto his, feeling my still aching hard push against his crotch.

Number of posts : 920 Age : 43 Registration date : 2008-04-01

"Well, lack of oxygen to the brain tends to clear things up for you. Besides, it's dominant, angry Coby which turns me on."

Along with drunk, high Coby who's currently grinding a pretty impressive hard on into me. I can't let him do this, it wouldn't be fair, even if it feels so good. I put my hands on his shoulders, ready to push him away from me but it doesn't quite go to plan. Instead I just end up gripping to them as I involuntarily buck against him.

"Please don't do this Coby..."

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