Always

26| Prove it

He has a girlfriend?

If I wasn't sober a moment ago, I sure as hell am now. I pull out of his arms clumsily and turn to the blonde girl beside him.

She's really pretty and she has the perfect body. I'm suddenly very intimidated and very embarrassed. I know it shows because my cheeks are burning.

"I'm sorry I didn't know he had a girlfriend. I could promise you that there's nothing going on between us," I smile.

Or at least I try to. It's hard to smile pure heartedly when your hearts hurting in your chest. I don't know why it hurts but it does and it's a feeling I'm all too used to. Tears prick in my eyes and it stings. I can feel my throat tighten and it's getting harder to breathe.

"Excuse me," I say moving behind her and out of the kitchen. I run outside and down the street. I run and I run and I run until I no longer feel like the air that's supposed to keep me alive is killing me.

The night air is cool and fresh. It smells cleaner than it did at the party and I feel like I can breathe again. I shouldn't have ran off like this especially since I'm still a little tipsy and barefooted, but I don't care. At least I'm not lost, and I can easily find my way back to the party that I can hear even now.

I take a seat on the sidewalk and look up at the stars. There isn't a single cloud in the sky, just beautiful bright balls of hydrogen and helium. I've always loved the sky. When I was little I wanted to be an astronaut, I still do in a way.

I'd do anything to get off of this planet.

"You run faster than my linebackers you know that?" I hear beside me. I don't even turn to see who it is because I know it's him.

"You just don't get tired of stalking me do you?"

"Never," he says passing me a water. I grab the water without looking at him still.

"Yeah I'm starting to realize that," I say coldly. I wanted to sound mean because I'm hurt, but it came off a lot worse than I anticipated.

"Can you at least look at me," he asks. I don't want to look at him because I know myself and I know that I'll cry. "Please."

But I can't say no can I?

I look him right in his deep green eyes and see nothing but sincerity in them. "That blonde chick's not my girlfriend, okay?"

I wanna believe him but I can't. She was too pretty, too perfect not to be.

"Okay. Prove it," I blurt. He freezes for a second and practically double takes.

I don't blame him. He doesn't have to prove anything to me. Especially when there's nothing romantic going on between us. I don't even know why I said it. It's probably the little liquid courage left in me.

"What?"

"You heard me. Prove it."

"I will then. Where are your heel boots thingys?"

"Fine, and I have absolutely no idea. I'm gonna head back now, Mya's probably looking for me."

"You're going to walk back barefooted?"

"It's how I got here no?"

"Just climb on my back. I'll carry you."

"I'm fine, really," I reject.

"I wasn't asking you."

"So? I was telling y— Ahhhh."

In literally no time at all I'm off of my feet and staring directly at his back.This dipshit picked me up and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Put me down asshat."

"I'm fine, really," he says mocking me.

"I hate you!" I shout.

"And I'm okay with that."