Situations Are Irrelevant Now

The dim lighting coming from the bar and its TV screens seemed to spin and swirl into one huge collision of color around me. I couldn’t sit still and yet eat time I tried to get up and dance to my favorite song, I’d always end up falling back down onto the chair, earning the laughs of all the guys around me.

Ronnie, apparently trying to do me a “favor,” continued to buy me drinks to keep my attention while Craig rubbed my back when it looked like I was about to puke. Ah, I just love getting all this attention! Craig and the guys of BTF should’ve moved in a long time ago.

But as the night passed, things weren’t making me smile anymore once Ronnie delivered a new chilled glass bottle and the throw up didn’t stay down when Craig held onto me.

“I’ll go get us another round!” Ronnie told me as he stumbled over to the bar.

The minute my body felt his absence, it deemed it acceptable for the burning liquids to crawl up my throat and all over my lap. It seemed hilarious to me at first, but then there was a problem – my chest stopped moving up and down and my skill felt like it was about to blow up into a million tiny pieces. That would be my body finally taking in enough alcohol and falling onto the cold concrete floor.

Guess I might’ve had one drink too many…

*Craig’s POV*

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as I watched Megan topple over into her own puke. And yes, somehow, I do feel responsible. At first, it just looked like Megan fell over. I called out her name several times, and not once did I ever receive a response. Oh crap…that must meant that she passed out.

Without wasting another critical moment or without thinking of what anyone else around me was doing, I got down on my knees, turned Megan over, tore off her stained shirt and began the CPR process. My face was mere inches from hers and although this really wasn’t the most appropriate time, I couldn’t help but wish that she could see me as I saw her.

I’ve liked Megan from the moment we met all those years ago, and yet I have never had a chance with her yet. I forced all those kinds of thoughts from my head because they were irrelevant right now…I have to focus solely on saving her life.

I placed my lips on top of hers and opened her mouth slightly before breathing inside of her. Then, I proceeded to push down on her exposed chest to pump life back into her heart. As I continued to repeat the tense process, I noticed her eyes suddenly flick open.

When her consciousness returned, my lips were on hers and I could feel her smile ever so slightly as we shared a brief, secret kiss…or at least I thought it was secret until I heard the sound of glass breaking and liquid spilling behind me.

*Ronnie’s POV*

Well without a doubt I’d say tonight was definitely a win for Team Ronnie because Craig simply doesn’t stand a chance against me. Obviously, this is because I’m already Megan’s boyfriend, which gives me an insta-win, but still there’s never anything wrong with a little friendly competition.

Since these drinks were all free tonight, I couldn’t help but continue to get up and order more drinks for Megan and me…everyone else can just get up off their lazy asses and do it themselves. It didn’t matter to me that we already had our fair share of drinks. Why would anyone ever choose to stop drinking when it was all priceless?

Business was still pretty busy over at the bar, which explains why I had to wait a ridiculously long time before I got our drinks. I didn’t waste any more time before I got back to the table despite the fact that I tripped myself at least twice and nearly spilled the drinks.

I walked over with a goofy smile on my face, ready to hand my loving girlfriend her drunk. But, as fate would have it, those glasses were destined to break after all. They slipped right from my hands. Every noise around me seemed to be tuned out except for the sound of shattering glass and Craig moving in to kiss my girlfriend.

I swear in that moment alone, red crawled across my vision until that was all I saw. I felt like a raging bull, and I was not about to be stopped. I charged forward and tackled Craig, knocking him clear off Megan and onto the hardwood floor nearby.

“You asshole how dare you touch my girlfriend like that?!” I screamed, making sure the whole damn place heard me and found out how much of an ass Craig is.

I didn’t even give him time to justify himself. I swung my fists left and right, most of which ended up missing him all together because my mind was a little off. Frustration grew inside of me and I felt myself sober up for just a long enough time to channel all my strength into the last couple of blows…hitting him right in the face. I got his eye twice, making it black on contact and his nose…well that might not feel so good for the next couple weeks.

“R-ronnie, chill out dude it’s not what you think,” he stuttered between my hits.

“Oh really, Craig, because I’m pretty sure there’s only one thing that that could be,” I growled, punching down into his face again.

“I swear,” he held his hands out in defense, breathing heavily, “Megan passed out, and if I hadn’t given her CPR…she could’ve died. Is that what you would’ve wanted?!”

“Of course not,” I answered, “I would…I would never want that.”

“Ok, then can’t you see my side of this?”

I smirked, “Nah, CPR might be what you were doing at first, but I’m sorry what I just saw was a mother fuckin kiss.”

And then I lost control. Craig will not defeat me and he will not get away with trying something on my girlfriend. I was experiencing such a high from getting my revenge at last that I didn’t even hear some dude shout, “THE COPS ARE HERE!”

Suddenly, I was being ripped away from Craig’s body by a surprisingly strong force. I glanced over my shoulder to see that I was being restrained by cops. “It’s ok guys, you don’t need to intervene,” I said, feeling totally chill and confident in myself.

“You have the right to remain silent,” the officer told me, completely ignoring what I had just said.

Then the next thing I know, they shove me up against the stone cold wall and wrestle with me to handcuff my hands. “There must be some sort of misunderstanding,” I said, still remaining calm.

“Sir, if we wouldn’t have stopped you, who knows what could’ve happened to that poor man on the floor,” the officer said as he began to drag me away.

I laughed, “Are you kidding me? ‘That poor man?’ That poor man was with my girlfriend. I have every right to do what I did!”

“Well, that’s great. Now you get to replay it all in your head while you wait in a holding cell.”

Oh, hell no I am not going to prison; I don't even want to think of what could happen if they get a hold of my police record…

*Normal POV*

Someone began breathing breath into me and I could feel my life returning. It was a strange feeling. My eyes fluttered open slightly and all I could see was a guy with shaggy hair above me. Who was it…Ronnie or Craig…or someone else? I was still a bit drunk, so honestly I didn’t care who it was. I just smiled up at them as if that was good enough to say thanks for the life-saving.

Their face was suddenly very close to mine and I just couldn’t hold back…our lips touched for a brief moment until a commotion in the background stopped it. A black blur sped over and pushed the guy on top of me off. They started fighting over in the corner. I shook my head a little in an attempt to regain clear vision, and after squinting slightly I was able to see what was really going on: Ronnie was beating the crap out of Craig.

From what I attempted to hear, Ronnie was thinking that Craig was trying to kiss me, which technically he was, but Ronnie didn’t need to know that. I swear, he just needs to learn to stop jumping to conclusions. This is the second time he’s done this today!

I’m flattered that I’m the first girl to make Ronnie Radke jealous, but c’mon, I can’t just let him beat Craig up for simple misunderstandings like this.

Max came up from behind me and helped me up off the ground…and out of the disgusting collection of my own puke. “Are you ok, Megan?” he asked, looking me directly in the eyes with a very concerned expression.

“Y-yeah, I guess so. I’m a little dizzy still, but I’ll be fine,” I said, holding onto my head.

I glanced over at the fight that was still going on, and Max followed my stare. “He really needs to learn how to chill out,” Max sighed.

“I know…and now it’s my fault that Craig is being hurt like that.”

“Whoa, how is any of this your fault?” he asked, shocked.

I could feel tears in my eyes, and I honestly had no idea why…apparently I just get really emotional when I’m drunk, go figure.

“Look at Craig! His face is all beat up and Ronnie isn’t gonna stop this shit until Craig is out of our lives. They’re both fighting over me, hence why it’s all my damn fault!” Max pulled me into a close hug, which was just about what I needed at that time.

Red and blue lights flashed back and forth across the walls as a fleet of cop cars pulled up into the parking lot. And I’m pretty sure I knew why they were here. It’s probably just a routine deal: they’ll come in, break up the fight, and leave with a warning. …so I’m sure you can imagine why I was surprised to see them dragging him in handcuffs.

“Hold on a sec,” Ronnie said, holding back all his weight so the cops didn’t have a choice to go forward. He stopped right in front of me and Max. I’m guessing he noticed my worried expression because he leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

“Hey, baby, don’t worry about this, ok? You know me, I’ll be out of there in no time. Just try not to miss me too much,” he smiled.

I’ll never understand why nothing can ever make him worried or nervous, but for now I guess I’ll just accept what he says and hope for the best.

I nodded, “You better be right about that.” And then he was dragged away.

If he could only have controlled his damn jealousy, then he wouldn’t be in this mess. Or better yet, if I had stopped drinking too much, I never would’ve passed out, Craig never would’ve gotten beaten up, and Ronnie would’ve never been arrested. I don’t see how Max could deny that it was my fault.

*Ronnie’s POV*

The police station was relatively empty, which is to be expected, seeing as it is 2 AM. I got the holding cell area all to myself. That’s good because I like my privacy. Unfortunately, with privacy comes way too much time to think.

Was it wrong of me to just get back at Craig? Megan was there, she could’ve turned away but it almost even looked like she was smiling when he kissed her! She’s just as responsible as he was. Oh, when I get out of here I am so going to make her pay. She thinks I’ve been mean to her before, just wait till she sees what I’m going to do next. She’s not the only one who can play around in this relationship, that’s for sure. And I’m going to show her firsthand.

Sure, I might be getting some feelings toward her…that doesn’t mean I still can’t be my good old self toward her. Now all I need to do is figure out how to get out of this cell and then make it back home before tomorrow night.

Revenge was all I could think about. It totally covered up my concern about the possibility that the cops might read my record and even the fact that Craig will be alone with Megan tonight.

Maybe Max was right back in high school when he told me to not hold grudges, but I was too far gone to take his advice now. And that might just come back to bite me in the ass very soon…