CHAPTER 38

　　It took almost a minute before I turned back to look at him. For a second, I thought it was only my imagination. Sober Austin hates me so why'd drunk Austin ask me to stay?

　　Just let him know he's drunk. "Look, Austin. You're drunk, go to bed, if you keep drinking like this you'd have a huge hangout by morning." I said. He ignored me and took another bottle of alcohol from a table and opened it.

　　He took a gulp before looking back at me. He raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you care?" He asked. I looked at him confusedly. "All you've ever done is hurt me." He completed.

　　Hurt him? When have I ever hurt him? He's always been the one hurting me, bullying and calling me names. I wanted to snap at him, but it'd be useless. He's probably not going to remember by morning. I want him to remember.

　　"Hurt you? When have I ever hurt you, that should be said the other way round."