Competition •{Complete}•

Chapter Nineteen

Before I knew it, I was over thinking again. Why does this keep happening? Why does my life have to be so unfair? I wish it wasn't this complicated. It makes me mad. Why couldn't I have been a commoner? Why royalty? I get so angry that I head to the kitchen.

The kitchen staff was gone. I open up every cupboard, searching for some beer or wine or something to get my mind off everything. I finally opened up one of the fridges and found some beer. I'm not sure why the palace has beer, but it does. I take out four bottles and chug them. I drink two more, slowly. I suddenly feel light-headed and a little happier. I put the bottles down and make my way upstairs.

I walk crookedly. I can't keep my balance. I also can't stop giggling. I hear a door open and make an "Ooh" noise.

"Princess?" they ask. I turn around, almost falling while I do. Connor stands there, in a navy blue polo and khakis.

"At your service," I say and giggle. I curtsy and fall forward, but Connor catches me. I giggle even more when he catches me. "You're my heroooo!"

"God, are you drunk?" Connor asks, helping me to stand straight.

"Nooo." Connor has a worried look on his face. "Turn that frown upside down!" Connor chuckles and leads me to his room. "Ooh. Why are we going in here? Is this your lair?" Connor laughs again.

"You're very drunk."

"No. I am not," I snap.

"You are. And moody."

"Hey!" Connor shuts his door and leads me to his bed.

"Do you need anything? Water? Food?"

"You."

"What?"

"I said I need you, Connor."

"No, you don't. You need to get this alcohol out of your system."

"Why?" I whine.

"Because it's not healthy."

"You're not healthy."

"Actually, you aren't at the moment."

"Connor," I whine. He raises his eyebrows quizzically. "Kiss me."

"I can't do that."

"Why not?" There's a pause. "See! You can!" Connor comes and sits on his bed next to me.

"You need to sleep." I kiss him. He's hesitant- actually he doesn't kiss me back. I pull away.

"Connor..."

"God damn it, Alli," Connor says before he kisses me. I rake my hands through his hair as his lips move against mine. "I am not having sex with you."

"You just lied," I say as I undo my braid.

"Alli, stop."

"I want you, Connor. Don't you want me?"

"I do, but not like this. Not when your drunk. Not when either of us is dr-" And I cut him off with another kiss. I slide my hands down to the waistband of his pants and hook my fingers in his belt loops. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer. He moans into the kiss. I play with the hem of shirt and end up pulling it off. Connor pulls away. "You're a pain in the ass." I giggle and kiss him again.

It was a quick kiss. I pull off my sweater and kiss him again. I can tell Connor's in shock because he's hesitant to kiss me back.

"You really are a pain, Alli." And so it went from there.