The Exiled Alpha

Chapter fourty-six

It's halfway through the movie already and I'm on my fourth glass of juice vodka. Alec has stopped at his second glass, not seeing the point of drinking even more since our healing factor destroys any chance of us getting drunk.

Paul is on the same number of glasses as me and his cheeks are slowly turning a bright red color from the alcohol. He's also sitting a little lower than before and his eyes are glazed over from the alcohol. Norrie stopped after her first glass, while her sister holds the record for the most glasses of juice vodka right now.

"Can someone help me get to the bathroom?" Natalie slurs, setting down her fifth glass that is now completely empty. Norrie gets an annoyed expression on her face, noting how drunk her sister actually is. I pull my legs from the armrest and set them down on the floor beside Alec.

"I'll help you." I offer my help before Norrie decides to kill my best friend. Nat giggles, her cheeks flushed in a red color. "I knew you'd help me. You're such a good friend." Her slurred words are mixed with giggles and they make her hard to understand.

I help her on her feet, but Natalie stumbles and makes us almost fall backward on the coffee table. Thank god for my quick reflexes.

"I think you've had enough to drink." I tell her while glancing over at Norrie. Her older sister nods, understanding my hidden message. No more alcohol for Natalie.

"I'm not a pussy, Mack!" Natalie exclaims very loudly, which makes me cringe. I hear Alec stifle a laugh so he doesn't get a bowl of popcorn thrown at him.

I help Natalie up the stairs and curse her parents for putting the bathroom on the second floor. The poor drunk girl almost crawls up the stairs, that's how much the altitude has an effect on her. I get her to the bathroom and she almost forgets to pull her pants down before sitting on the toilet.

"Did you mean what you said about your brother...?" Natalie's words are suddenly more understandable and I smell her strong emotions that are mixed with alcohol. It makes a bitter taste wash into my mouth when I smell how sad she is.

"Does he... really like me?" Natalie's big brown eyes look over to me and I tilt my head to the side, my hair brushing past my shoulders. "Why would I lie to you about that?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion. Natalie shrugs slightly, her head tilting to the side like she wouldn't have any control over it. "To spare my feelings." Nat mumbles back and it makes me frown.

I walk in front of her and crouch down, no matter how awkward it feels squatting while Natalie is peeing. But she's drunk and doesn't care about it right now, the only thing that's on her mind right now is Thomas.

"I would never lie to you about something like this, Nat. I talked to my brother and he does care about you." I reassure her and see her bottom lip quiver. Oh no, she's going to cry. "Then why hasn't he done anything to show his affection?" Her voice is shaky and it makes a small piece of my heart tear away. I hate seeing her like this. If I could I'd squeeze her into a tight hug and just keep holding her tightly until all of her broken pieces get glued back together.

"It's... It's complicated, Nat." I mutter, seeing the sadness flash in her eyes. Her lip is still quivering, but she doesn't let the tears fall. Natalie reaches out for the toilet paper and I move away so she can finish up her business. When she flushes and heads over to the sink, I notice how she looks into the mirror above it at herself.

"Do you think I look boring?" She asks me and I tilt my head to the side again. "That you look boring?" I repeat, trying to understand what her drunk mind is thinking about now. Nat nods and then picks up a lock of her blond and brown hair, twirling it between her fingers. I finally understand what she means and I lean back against the wall to see what's she going to do.