Forbidden Affections: Love Against The Odds

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I Mason I

It's the kind of loss that stings more than defeat itself, watching Noah stumble around, his eyes glazed over as he tries to muster up some semblance of coordination. It's almost comical. One of his arms is supporting him upright as his half empty cup of beer sloshes around dangerously close to the edge and yet here I am, Mason Anderson loses again to the biggest moron in our group. I can't help but be in complete disbelief with a mix of amusement, he's practically tripping over his own two feet as he trots over to the couch opposite the table.
"Mason you gotta step it up my guy" Issac quips, throwing his arm over my shoulder with a playful nudge. His breath carries an unmistakable scent of cheap beer, Lucas insists this is the shit.
"I swear he puts something in his drink" I reply shaking my head, I'm still so curious on how he does it every time.
"Do you reckon they do scholarships for beer pong? He'll excel in that" I take another sip of this crappy tasting beer, my tastebuds definitely hate me after this.
"You're right he'd do great but will shortly get dropped for being a complete dumbass" He's not wrong, Noah has missed many opportunities just because he's Noah and unfortunately sometimes there's no helping him. Like at all.

Noah is now passed out on the couch and to be honest I don't blame him, we didn't get off practice until 7:30 because coach Evans was being an ass and i'll be honest, i'm using the alcohol to keep me awake, as shitty as it tastes it's doing the job I asked. I think it's more that it tastes so fucking bad that my body has been put into shock and has no choice but to suffer. It's been a long and stressful day and I just wanna collapse in my bed a forget about everything. God I sound like a complete dick, just be a little more joyous Mason its new year's eve after all. I gaze around the room taking in the atmosphere scattered snacks and cups decorated the tables and all I can think of is the clean up i'll have to endure tomorrow morning, we've already had two warnings already regarding the tidiness of the house and I can practically hear Coach Evans voice in my head nagging on about responsibility and discipline. I blame Lucas for allowing these parties every single week, today is an exception; It's new year's eve for crying out loud and despite my grumbling, I know I should be enjoying it.

"Boys" I glance up, seeing Lucas standing in the archway taking his jacket off revealing the Crestwood College jersey underneath "Lara needed some help" I could tell by his messy hair and crumpled clothes that he was most likely banging her in his car.
"What about that other girl? Gabriela that's her name right?" Elijah asks leaning back on the chair, we don't know too much about Gabi, just that her and Lucas have been 'dating' for a couple years and that she's studying medicine. We know of her, seen photos of her but have never really met her. I mean she's pretty, like really fucking pretty, I can see why Lucas snatched her up but I can't understand why he would wanna lose her, a girl with looks and brains is to die for. He's been seeing Lara all most every day for six months and Gabi doesn't have a clue. He's a real player, always has been and is quite literally only interested in sleeping with as many desperate girls as possible, it's a game to him.
"She's cool with it" He shrugs, scratching the side of his head as he blatantly lies to the whole group, no girl in their right mind would be happy with their partner hanging with Lara Wilson, if that happens kiss your relationship goodbye.

Issac is giving me the look of 'that's bullshit', I can't help but smile as I take another sip of my beer
"Lucas you gotta stop buying this, It tastes like dog shit" I gestured to him, holding up my cup and swirling it around "Come on, you can't tell me that looks normal" Elijah and Dan both agree, it looks radioactive.
"Gets the job done doesn't it?" Lucas replies, cracking open his own bottle and knocking it back as he takes a seat in the arm chair next to him. I can't argue with him on that one, seventy percent of the people here are wiped out and it's just gone 11:00PM. Still an hour until I can call it quits. "Evans is on your ass Anderson". I tilt my head in confusion at Lucas' words, he's always been on my ass, has he only just realised? I receive at least two emails a day from him explaining how if I don't start trying, it's just a wasted potential.
"Hasn't he always been? The guy wants to know where and what time I take a shit everyday"
"He's a fucking lunatic sometimes I swear" He lets out a gasp as he finishes the last of his beer, tossing the bottle on the footstool below. "I'm gonna head to the bathroom, Issac take my place i'll be back"