Andrew O'Connor was the star player of the football team. Not only that, but he was also one of the most popular guys in the high-school. You were quite popular yourself, considering you were in the team too, but not quite to the level he was. Not 'crowd chasing you around the halls' popular. The point is, even if you were slightly different, you got along with him well.

The team had just won a game, and you were all going to the local bar to celebrate. It was the first time Andrew tagged along for drinking, and even then, he'd asked for water instead of a beer like all the other guys, including yourself. This, of course, led to immediate teasing.

"Come on, O'Connor, don't be a buzzkill!" One of your teammates laughed. Andrew looked at the guy and then huffed, his tone going defensive as he spoke up.

"What, I'm a buzzkill cause I don't wanna ruin my brain with that crap you all drink?" That was immediate followed by a round of laughter, even though he wasn't laughing at all.

"Leave me alone." He muttered.