Baracks POV:

Stupid drunk idiot. that is what i was last night when i decided to for some reason take in my worst enemy and let him sleep on my couch. i doubt he even knew it was me considering how drunk and high he was. Now here he is, lying on the small couch next to my bed meant for my friends when they sleep over. What am i going to do?

I decide to get up and take a shower, after all I smell like booze and my parents get home this afternoon. peaking of which I don't know how the fuck my idiot brother thinks that he is going to clean everything off by then, all i hope he knows is that I'm not helping.

I get out of bed and go to the bathroom to take a quick shower, once im dont with that I start to brush my teeth when i hear a groaning sound coming from the couch where a tall ginger currently lays.

"Sam?" he says, at least his voice is back to normal now.

"Not exactly, what do you want?" I say, seeing the surprised look on his face.

"Wait, Barack!" He says startled, he got up off the couch and clutched his forehead, clearly hung over and holding the wall came over to me.

"What?" I asked, trying to sound as annoyed as possible

"Look about yesterday, I'm sorry alright. I shouldn't have hit you that hard at practice and I shouldn't have said those things to you at the party. will you please forgive me?" He said, he seemed genuine but I couldn't really tell weather or not he was trying to trick me.

"I dont forgive you, but i don't hate you." I said then turning and going back to brushing my teeth.

He sighed and left my room, im assuming to go talk to my brother and get a change of clothes or a toothbrush. I finished brushing my teeth and put on some deodorant before shaking my nonchalaunt dreads and heading downstairs to see my brother and Eddie cooking eggs

"morning Sam." I said trying to hide that fact that I was very angry with him for throwing a party last night

"Morning, I see you and Ed made up finally, thats good because now that we're friends he is gonna be over here a lot more." Said sam with Eddie avoiding my gaze next to him

"Wait what, first off we did not make up, I still don't like him and secondly, when did this happen?" I asked

"Well we had PE together and kinda bonded there." Said Eddie, I huffed.

How could he, my own brother knew how much I disliked Eddie yet still chose to become close with him, what the fuck.

"I'm heading to school." i grumbled, grabbing my bag and heading out the door. Right before I got out I heard my brother say,

"Why don't you take Ed with you, Ima be a minute and i don't want him to be late."

"Fine" i grumbled as Eddie giddily followed me out the door. I started the car and Eddie climbed into the passengers seat next to me, "Thanks for the ride." he said looking up at me nervously.

"Anytime." I grumbled, avoiding looking at him as I drove off to school. He kept trying to talk to me on the way there, im assuming my brother put him up to this to try and make us closer. After all he must hate me for what I said to him last night, right?

TIMESKIP

"Can we talk?" Asked Sam, I knew what it was about but I still dreaded it. He stood in my doorway stopping me from getting ready to take a shower. Today practice was brutal, I had to listen to Eddie the entire time and follow his drills and run routs with him since he is the stupid captain. He didn't seem all that excited about it but I could tell that deep down he was glad to make me mad.

"What do you want?" I said begrudgingly

"Ed isn't a bad guy and you know it, he only wants to be your friend but you keep pushing him away. I know he beat you for captain and that sucks but thats no reason to hate him." he said

"i dont hate him, and also I have my reasons to dislike someone and you dont get too boss me around and tell me that they are invalid like that." I said

"Just please, I invited him over tomorrow for some drinks with me and two other guys, will you join us and give him a chance?"

"Fine, as long as its not another rager."

"It won't be, I promise. Also do you have any classes with Ed?"

"Yea, I have calc with him, why?"

"Can you give him this tomorrow, I don't have any classes with him." He handed me what looked to be an old burner phone with a slightly cracked screen

"Uhh ok i guess, now can you leave I need to take a shower." i said, taking the phone and dropping it in my bag. He then left and closed the door for me to get undressed and take a shower. I can't stop thinking about how scared and genuine Eddie seemed when he apologized to me, could it mean something? No, im just being delusional. But why do I feel so different around him, I hate him, more than anyone. Yet I feel comfortable around him, like he wont judge me, I need to figure something out.

I got out of the shower and dried myself off then turned on my phone to see a new text from an unknown number.

Unknown Number: Hi, its me Eddie, or Ed, whatever you want to call me. This is Barack right?

I put the phone down, I can't talk to him right now, I need to figure out my feelings. Everything would be easier If i hated him, so why can't I?