Alpha Zach

I was pissed. Lucas refused to let me have more than two bottles of beer. He had said he didn't want me to get drunk.

He was a good friend and cared about my well-being, but that didn't stop from having this urge to continually punch him in the face.

"Give him a fruit juice like limeades with ice cubes in it. He needs it to cool his brain." Lucas told the bartender and I shot him a death glare.

"Stop doing this to yourself, man. Francesca would want you to be strong wherever she is. You're acting like shit."

"You are shit." I insulted.

"You're making a...