past mistakes

Temptations

            I walk to the house, hoping to get some actual water so that I can wash out whatever I just drank. I can't find anymore water bottles in the fridge, so I sit down at a table. It's 8:50, so I still have a long night ahead of me.

After ten minutes, my anger kicks in, or maybe it was the alcohol I drank on accident. I took a glass and I chugged it, not caring what it was. I also took a beer from a cooler. I want to have fun not just sit there at the table.

Eventually, I was definitely at least tipsy. I walked outside and heard some of Jack's friends calling my name. I walked over with a cup in my hand. "Wow, you really did come back not sober." Jack's eyebrows are raised. The girls laughed, unsurprisingly. Then Jack grabbed my arm and sat me down next to him with his arm wrapped around me. He's not gentle at all. 

"What finally pushed you over?" he mumbles in my ear.

"Kendall," I mutter.

He flashes a smile, "I should've known."

I listen to their mind numbing conversation for a while until I get bored. "I'm bored, maybe I'll be back later."

Jack laughs, "Now, I can't even entertain you, you must be pretty wasted."

I walk away to some people who I don't know very well, but Mark is there. He's the only one that I can put a name to. 

"MC, are you okay? You kinda look like you've-," he says before I cut him off.

"Been drinking? That's because I have been."

"I thought you were trying not to tonight," he eyes me up and down.

"I was but who cares. Let's talk about something interesting."

Mark nods but still looks at me with an uncertain look. I'm fine. This is what everyone expects from me. This is who everyone thinks I am. This is who I am.

I continue walking through the groups, talking with everyone. It is actually fun, unlike trying to stay sober all night. I love meeting people in this setting. They are such special friendships. 

An hour later and I am definitely drunk. I put my jean shorts on a while ago, but left the bikini top. There are teenagers everywhere just having a good time in proper teenager fashion.

I danced around for a while, then went back inside for food. Jack is there getting food too. I took my mini blt sandwiches out of the fridge and ate one. Jack says, "What the hell are those?"

"Not for you! They are my sandwiches." I shout keeping them away from him.

He takes a step closer. "Who says they are yours?" Jack asks loudly.

"Mark did, actually. He bought them specifically for me." I say feeling like I just grew like five inches. The grin on my face couldn't be bigger.

"Of course he did," Jack laughs as he looks to the side before looking back at me. 

I plop the whole sandwich in my mouth in front of him. Jack starts laughing even more. I do kind of joke on the blt but it was worth it as long as Jack is upset. 

"You eat like an animal," he says through laughter.

"Okay, and?" I ask through chews. I'm trying so hard not to cough right now.

"And you still look hot, what the hell?" he mumbles. It sounds like frustration which makes me laugh on the inside.

I smile, "I know."

Jack smirks, moving his eyes to look at different parts of my face. I can't really tell, but I know he's not looking in my eyes anymore. 

Then we walk away like nothing happened. When people are drunk, they tend to say the dumbest stuff, case and point.