Dirty minds

Goodbye: Maika

Ethan and I arrive at Hector's house and I see Gideon standing at the door smoking.
"Hey" my brother says to him.
"Hey, everyone is inside" he replies.
He doesn't even look at me and I feel a bit hurt. I don't know why but I have been thinking about him this few days and having dreams about him. I can feel his eyes on me, so I lift my eyes to meet his.
"Hi Marta"
Who is Marta?
I look at him angrily but as a open my mouth to say something someone comes to meet us outside. She's tall and slim with brown hair and tanned skin.
"Have you missed me?" she says a bit too close to Gideon's ear. He doesn't pay much attention to her and keeps smoking.
"And who is this?" She asks him.
"Ethan's little sister, the one I'll be baby sitting"
"Sounds fun" the girl starts laughing.
I was getting more and more bothered with the situation so I decided that I was going to leave to get something to drink. I didn't even look at them while a passed.
"Oof, what a princess" I heard her say in the distance.
Whatever, I was just trying to be nice to my brother's friend, I don't need this.
I wonder if they are together, he didn't seem to be too keen on her but what do I know.
"I'm getting drunk tonight " I say to Hector, who is standing next to me.
"Me too" he already seemed drunk but not my problem.

A couple of hours later I'm drunk and everyone has moved to the porch, they are all talking to another but I'm lost and didn't get any of the conversations. I'm dizzy but the good kind. I wanted to be alone so I decided to explore the house.
No one was in the living room, I started to look at the pictures at the wall, a big family smiled back from a picture. Nice.
On the table was a cigarette pack, I look up but Ethan is busy flirting with a girl. I open it but it was empty.
"Do you want to smoke princess?" I jump lightly and turn around, it's Gideon, his shirt was wet, I'm guessing from the beer but I stare a bit too long at his muscular chest.
"Lola spilled her beer on me, she was too drunk"
"I do want one" I say
In a couple seconds he was in front of me, pulling to cigarettes from his pack and lighting one on my lips. He was close and I smelled him, lemon grass and something darker.
"Are you sniffing me?"
My face was turning red "No! Of course not!"
He laughs.
"Okey princess"
"Are you calling me princess because you forgot my name?"
"Maybe, or maybe you are a little bratty princess and I feel like calling you that" he says really close to my ear. I feel goosebumps rising up my skin, this is ridiculous.
"I'm Maika, thanks for the cigarette and for being an ass" i turn and walked out onto the porch. I didn't care anymore if Ethan saw me smoking, I didn't want to show Gideon anymore how nervous he makes me.
But on the porch is no one. Noise came from the street, so i ran there to find my brother and his friends all in their caravan.
" Maika! We are leaving now"
"Now? But your car is here!"
" We want to go now, we're too excited" he kisses me goodbye and in a couple minutes they had left. I was alone outside while the others were all leaving.
I couldn't drive and even if I could I was too drunk. I sat on the porch stairs pouting.
"Do you need a ride?"
I looked up at Gideon. "You're drunk too"
"No, I'm not. It seems I tolerate alcohol better than you, common I'm taking you home"
"Nah, I'm good, I'll walk home"
He looks at me for a minute and then says:
"Then I'll walk with you"
"But I don't want to talk to you!"
"That's fine, I don't want to listen to your babbling anyway"
I look at him with what I hope looks like a frown and then we walk out into the street.
The night is quite silent, no cars or people are walking around. Gideon takes out a cigarette.
"Can I have one?"
"Now you want something from me?"
" You owe me dude"
"Dude?" He laughs a little " Why do I owe you something?"
" Because I had to listen to your girlfriend saying stupid stuff about me"
His eyebrows go up. "Girlfriend? You mean Lola? Yeah she can be a bit annoying, here"
He gives me a cigarette and light's it.
Then we walk in silent and smoking, I feel a bit too drunk and have a urge to take his hand. Not because of him, I just miss holding someone's hand.
"Can I hold your hand?"
He doesn't answer and I feel embarrassed, so when we're a block from my house I say bye and walk away faster without meeting his eyes.
I couldn't believe I had asked that, but whatever I don't care what he thinks of me.
I go to sleep.