Date: Sat, 28 May 2005 23:01:25 UT
From: T O <Mountie04@breakthru.com>
Subject: Turning Point - Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

	"What's up Jared? You alone" Matt slurred out
	"Yeah , Matt, I am, but I am quite busy (trying to get him out as
soon as possible.) Chat later k?" a common phrase I always told Matt. It
typically made him leave, but not tonight, there was a determined look in
his eye.
	"No, Jared, not yet, I think we need to talk."
	"What about Matt?" A little annoyed that he was interrupting the
only study time I have had the past two days.
	" Do you want a drink? It may make this run smoother."
	"Matt, you already know I don't want a drink, you know that I don't
drink, as I have rejected every offer of liquor your have given me in the
past."
	" Oh wait, I totally forgot you don't drink what's up with that? It
hardly ever seems like you have fun at all for that point. I mean I never
see you drunk, or with a chick, or doing anything except the laidback shit
you do with those losers you hang with."
	"Excuse me Matt, who the fuck do you think you are judging those
guys" I was starting to be outraged by this line of talk and wasn't going
to let it go further. "I would prefer those `losers' over the fine bunch of
fucking football kronies that follow you. All it ever seems you guys do is
great fucking hammered." I shot back.
	"You wouldn't understand." Matt replies. He was starting to get
hasty as well.
	"I wouldn't understand eh? Yeah your right, because I am a loser
right? I am just this guy that sits around and is boring. Hell, I must be,
I never drink, it doesn't matter that my dad was an alcoholic, does it? Or
does it matter that my uncle and grandfather are as well?" I am yelling at
him right now. "That doesn't matter because it doesn't serve you, right?
You come in here every time you get drunk, chase anyone out of the room
that is in here, just to talk about a Calculus test you bombed cuz you
didn't study, or the cute girl you banged last night.." Where was this
anger coming from? "Matt, you are one of the most fucking self-centered..."
and then it happened.
	He Kissed me. It wasn't one of those tonsil hockey type of kiss, it
was more of a shut me up type of kiss. It lasted for mere moments and was
so soft. This was my first kiss you see, but there was something not right
about this kiss. Oh yeah it was me. Was I gay? Did I want this? I was
sitting there contemplating all these while this football player's lips
were resting so softly against mine. Then, as quickly as it occurred, it
was over. Matt looked at me, with a somewhat disappointed look and then
walked out without saying a word.
	I spent what seemed to be an eternity just staring at him
blankly. What just happened here? Why did he kiss me? Was it because he was
drunk? It must have been, but why did I like it? Did I like? What do I do
now? What's he going to tell everyone? I just kept getting all these
questions, but really, no answers were presenting themselves. Wait, he
wanted to talk to me though? I know he didn't just come into my room to
pick an alcohol fight. Is he trying to mess with my head? Is he like most
of the other? More questions, more confusion, no answers.  However, the one
thing I did know, was that it was not a good idea for me to be in that
room, so I went outside to clear my head.
	And that I tried to do, as that clearing of the head never came. I
walked around for a couple of hours, going nowhere and everywhere trying to
sort out the night's events until I came to the Campus Pub. I just examined
all the people that went in and out of the bar and how happy they
looked. Why wasn't I that happy? Well I knew why I wasn't happy that night,
but in general, I really wasn't that happy.
	With that, I entered the pub. It was more packed than I had
expected it to be at 2:00 am and after paying the cover, I just again
walked around, and watched and try to sort out what was going on, until
James came over to talk to me. James was another of my classmates, who was
out with some of his buds.
	"Hey Jared, what's up"
	"Not much" (I lied) "Couldn't sleep, just thought I would see where
the `fun' is being had". I replied
	""Are you okay? You look a little down" James relied
	"Yeah, I'm cool, just a little bored that's all" I really am
starting to get this lying thing down
	James asked " Do you want a drink? My treat"
	And typically this is where I respond NO and carry on my merry way,
but something about the night's events led me to respond "Sure, but what do
you suggest, I am not much of a drinker"
	James responded "Tom Collins it is then".
	I must admit, that I did really enjoy the taste of those Tom
Collins, and it was like I couldn't get enough of them. For the next hour,
I was hanging out with James and his friends, talking about Hockey and
stuff, and drinking up a storm. It seemed like the more I drank, the more
the events of the night were unimportant. So I kept them coming, a drink
about every 10 minutes, and by the time the bar was closed at three I was
totally plastered.
	I didn't want to go back to my room though, so after being quite
plastered, the idea I had was to go to the after party. I really can't
remember much about me being there, but I remember I was introduced to
Tequila. A mistress I never want to meet again. I remember dancing, this
one girl dancing topless on a coffee table, but the rest is a complete
blur.
	Anyway, I woke up the next morning, with the biggest headache in my
life. I looked around, and noticed that this was not my room, but I knew
that I had been there before. I looked around and saw lying on the floor
was an Only-boxer brief- wearing Matt asleep. I thought to myself "Fuck,
now how did I end up here" until the alcohol from last night decided it
wanted to be tasted again as, I ran to the toilet to throw up.