My Gangster Girl and Me.

Chapter 10

Alex's P.O.V.

"Will she get this swing, right? Everyone holds their breath as Alex takes her last shot," Liam hiccupped. I couldn't help but roll my eyes, he was being ridiculous, and I decided to follow too, pushing my hips out a little bit and wiggling it, "Eyes focused, butt looking sexy as hell and . . . !"

Pulling my left back away, and wincing as the movement sent a shot of pain through the right one, I tried to twist myself as far back as I could. The long stick that I had in my hands moved with me, swinging back and curving it through the air, I hit the sock-ball in front of me as hard as I could.

The thing arched through the night and landed in flew right into the metal bin that we had placed across the lawn.

I let the stick drop and threw my hands in the air, regretting the decision immediately, the pain in my shoulder was so intense that it almost knocked me out right there. Liam, who had been whopping and celebrating beside me realized this and calmed down a bit, worried.

"Are you alright?"

I replied with a nod. I hated that he felt the need to worry about me, I did not need him, or anyone else for that matter, to concern themselves with me. I was fine. I shook the pain off, and forced my mouth into a grin.

"That means you drink," I told him.

He stood there, looking confused, like he did not understand English, looking all innocent and lost with his brows pushed together and a small frown on his face. I could not help but laugh. My head was light, swimming inside my skulk, and it felt rather nice, it made laughing easy. I pointed to the bottle and plastic cups that were sitting on the hood of my car, right beside him, and his expression changed, he was grinning too, now.

"I score, you drink," I spoke, my voice slightly slurred, words slow and unsteady, "you score, I drink."

Those were the rules that he had set for this made-up game of ours. My intention was to get this dude sloshed. I did not know why, I did not understand why exactly I had persuaded him to drink with me, although 'persuaded' would be a strong word, I simply nudged him, a tiny bit, and here we were, the both of us completely drunk.

His eyes were bright as he smiled back at me.

I was having fun, a lot of fun, really, with him. I was surprised at this new situation too.

We had decided to play a game. We had decided to invent a new game when I turned down all of the ones that he suggested, and I had quickly come to love the one that the two of us had made up together.

'Sock golf.'

The influence of so much alcohol in our systems did make all of this much easier. Everything was fun when you were this drunk. I could not really judge if I truly did enjoy spending time with Liam, would the both of us still be enjoying ourselves so much together if we weren't drunk? I did not know, I would probably never know. I did not even know why I hadn't just left back then, when he ventured out onto the rooftop. I wasn't someone who liked to be around other people in general, much fewer people who I did not really know too well, and Liam positively irritated me. Every encounter between us up until now had turned out to be disastrous, to various degrees.

But here we were.

"Oh, yeah. Sure!" Liam had been sitting on the top of my car, inside the garage, with his form folded and leaning diagonally across the hood, turned to one side, his head resting on his hand. We had decided to get into the garage before to look for 'equipment' to help with the game and my – backup, emergency – car had become the spectator's bench, since it had the best view.