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"Zac is drunk out of his mind. Can you come?"
My eyebrows furrowed together. Why was John calling me to tell me this? And I thought Zac was done with that stuff.
I just I shouldn't have expected that he would really stop for me.
I sighed, sitting down on the edge of my bed. "Why do I have to come? I'm sure you've dealt with this enough times to do it again now. How could I possibly help? Just take him home."
I heard some fumbling before John sighed, "I don't know. We're not a party, we're at his house and he won't calm down. Maybe you can calm him down since he isn't listening to me."
I scoffed. How could I possibly calm him down if his own best friend couldn't? "John... I want to help but Zac doesn't need me."
John hesitated for a moment, "I think he does, Jas..."
"What are you
