People=Shit

Chapter 7

Chapter 7- Oli

DRUGS ARE BAD

That was fun, Oli decided as he cracked open his eyes, flinching at the brightness of the September sun. Lucy had been a good girl and had not kissed or done anything with anyone, according to Matt and some guy named Jordan, and Oli had got laid. It was a win all round.

He'd also got his hands on some pretty cool drugs- coke and ecstasy went pretty well together actually. It was his first time on e, not that he would admit it to the bloke who sold it to him. And everything had gone okay- he'd even managed to have sex while on it.

Lily? Lizzie? was snoring away happily next to Oli on his bed, and he looked across the room to see no sign of Tom. Maybe Oli had locked the door last night. Oops.

"Look, Oliver, this is getting ridiculous," a voice came from the other side of the door. It was his mum. Fuck, fuck, fuck no.

"I'm fine with your party, I expected it, to be honest," Carol continued. "Just please, let me in. I'm a bit worried now- it's ten o'clock! And it's okay if you're with someone; don't try and get her to climb out the window or anything stupid now. Just please unlock the door?"

A beat.

"Maybe he's asleep."

It was Lucy, which perked Oli up slightly.

"No," he croaked, wincing at the sound of his own voice, "I'm up."

"Then unlock the door," his mum demanded, crossly.

He flung off the covers to notice that he was, in fact, stark naked, and so was the girl, and she was not looking as hot as she had been last night. For Lucy's sake, he put on a pair of boxers and threw on a jumper before unlocking the door.

"Did you sleep with Liza?" Lucy asked him, quietly, but quickly.

Strangely, Lucy looked tired, which he did not expect for someone who hadn't had sex and- as far as he knew- hadn't done any hardcore drugs. She was still in her dress, but her eyeliner was all streaky and she just looked very sad, which unnerved Oli.

"Oh, so that was her name," he tried to laugh off Lucy's strange expression. "Erm yeah, she's in there now. One of your mates, right?."

Lucy nodded, gaze dropping to the floor.

"We'll worry about Liza when she wakes up," Carol smiled, patting Lucy's shoulder in what could be described as a comforting fashion. Oli described it as mum being weird again.

"I'm... I'm gonna go back to sleep," Oli decided sluggishly, turning around. His head was pounding and his limbs were aching and at least Liza didn't smell that bad.

"No you're not," Carol said firmly. "When I got back around three last night, Lucy and Olivia were trying to tidy up the party so your sorry arse wouldn't get in trouble. They were also both crying and probably high although this one won't admit it."

"So?" Oli grumbled. "Wait- crying?"

"Yes," Carol frowned at her son, "And the two of you should talk about that at some point."

"Don't want to," Lucy shrugged, "I'm going home. Thanks for breakfast. Sorry about the party."

"Stop being grumpy now, Lucy," Carol chided. "I'll drive you home in a bit. Let's all get downstairs and Oli, you can clean up the living room."

"But Tom was in there!" Oli protested, "And Lucy, whatever I did, I'm sorry."

Lucy refused to look at him, and Oli realised with a jolt that she was crying.