Isla's POV
I looked around. I wasn't shocked really, I mean this is what I expected, well except for the Matt wearing a shirt part, I didn't expect that.
"Let's get a drink." I told Gemma, grabbing her hand, I could see this whole situation was freaking her out.
I dragged her to the bar area, grabbing her a beer and myself a soda.
"Where shall we sit?" I asked her.
"He hasn't even noticed me." She whispered.
I knew she was talking about Brian, but he was clearly having a conversation with someone, who happened to be a girl.
"He will." I said sitting down.
She sighed, I wish she wouldn't worry. I could see this damaging their relationship. "Gem, trust him, you need too."
"I'm trying Isla, I really am."
"What the fuck is this?" Matt asked, appearing from nowhere and pointing at my soda.
"What the fuck is this?" I asked him, tugging on his shirt.
"I can take it off." He said smirking.
"No please, leave it on."
He sat down next to me. "But seriously, do you want a drink?"
I shook my head. "I don't feel like anything right now."
"You okay?" He asked.
I raised my eyebrows. "I'm fine, now go, look at all those girls who want you."
He rolled his eyes but stood up. "You want me." He smirked, walking off.
I shook my head, I was too sore from last night's performance to want anything.
"What are you doing over here?" Brian asked, sitting next to Gemma. "I was waiting for you."
I looked around while those two got all snuggly, it was nice to see and I honestly hoped their relationship worked out.
I stood up and walked off, only I wasn't sure where too because I really didn't know anybody here. I noticed a couple of girls looking me up and down, they needed to cool it, I wasn't here to steal their men.
"Where are you going?" Matt asked, suddenly appearing in front of me again.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked him.
"What?"
"You're following me."
"Well yes of course I am." He said winking.
"Matthew." I said grabbing him and turning him around. "Look at all those girls, they want you."
"Yeah." He said smiling. "But so do you."
He was so egotistical, it honestly astounded me.
"Been there done that." I said dryly. "Go, be free, find a fuck."
"I'm okay." He said.
"No Matt, I insist."
"God, fine." And he turned walking off.
I stood there and watched as three girls virtually shoved eachother out of the way to get to him, I also watched as he lapped up the attention.
Men, I thought shaking my head, I certainly didn't want one in my life.
I wandered around the party, talking to a few people and after a while I noticed everybody seemed to pair off. Gem and Brian were still sitting in the corner talking, the other guys were playing beer pong with some girls and Matt was attempting to dance with some girl with big boobs who kept grabbing at his crotch.
Time for me to go to bed, I only hoped when they all started having sex they kept the noise down a little.
I went up to my room and had a shower, I felt a little dirty, probably from all those girls glaring at me.
I turned off my big light and switched on the lamp, climbing into bed and grabbing my book. In all honesty I really wasn't reading the stupid book because I kept getting interrupted which was why I decided to start it from the beginning.
Who was I kidding, it was boring, so I put it down and flicked off the lamp, laying in the dark. I listened to everyone downstairs, talking, yelling, laughing. Obviously they were having a good time, well the giggling girls were anyway.
I drifted in and out of sleep, woken occasionally by the noise but at around 3am I was awoken by my bedroom door.
I turned on the lamp to see Matt coming in the door.
"What are you doing?"
"Someone's in my bed." He said approaching my bed, pulling off his shirt and jeans. "I'm sleeping in here."
"Who said?" I demanded.
"Shut up and turn the light off." He murmured, getting in.
I turned it iff, laying there, listening to him get comfortable.
"So." He murmured.
"What?"
"Feel like a little fun?" He whispered.
I groaned. "No I do not." But in all honesty I probably wouldn't have said no.
"Awww." He said putting his arm across my waist. "I'm probably to drunk anyway."
"Good, then go to sleep."
"Alright." He mumbled. "Goodnight Isla."
"Goodnight Matt."
I layed there with him half draped over me, wondering if I would ever get any sleep until I finally started drifting off again, then I was woken up again, Matt started snoring.
Fuck. I rolled over, glaring at him, he was sound asleep, snoring lightly.
Oh god, I thought rolling back over quickly, I'd had a horrible thought and I didn't like it.
He was incredibly handsome, especially when he was asleep.
Stop it, I told myself, no more thinking like that.
He slipped his arm back across my waist and I groaned.
This really wasn't good, for either of us.
