All In My Head

Drunk in Love...

I tear the arm off me. I turn around and see that it was Ethan. Hold up... Drunk Ethan. HEAVILY drunk Ethan. How was I supposed to react? It went a little something like this.

'Um firstly, I am NOT your baby. And from now on, Puh-lease don't touch me.' I demand. Looking back it does seem kinda lame. Yeah, I gotta work on my Sasha Fierce inner bitch.

He lets out a cute giggle that evolved into quite a chuckle. Damn, he's kinda hot tho. His dimple is cute. I gotta admit, he's kinda hot tho. Gee, so much for that getting over him thing. I was surprised that no one noticed this going on; probably drowning in over-confidence too much to notice.

'Why are you laughing? And where is Melody? You were meant to pick her up and bring her here...' I say. Unexpectedly, his hand drifts to my hip and he pulls me close enough for me to feel his heartbeat. As much as I was enjoying this (I mean he HAS been my crush for LIKE EVER) it wasn't right. My phone buzzes in my pocket, making me pull away from him. Melody just texted my saying she couldn't make it because her agent booked her a gig tonight. I feel really bad.

But isn't this what I've always wanted? And Melody has never been there for me when I needed her. I'm sick and tired of picking up her slack all the time and putting up with her (racist) comments. I can't just keep ignoring it and pretending that everything was okay, because it really wasn't. Time and time again, I have to give up what I want for her selfish demands. You know what? I'm actually going to live my life the way I want to. I can't just keep waiting around for her to tell me what to do.

I take one step closer to Ethan. His lips curve into a smirk. I lose myself in his eyes for a moment. He breaks the silence by saying 'Wanna watch movies and eat popcorn?'

'We gotta get you a little more sober first dude, in case you lose yourself a little.' Jonah interrupts. 'You want me to drive you back to your house Ethan?'

'This isn't your house Ethan?' I ask, a little confused.

'It's mine. I'll drop you off and come back to escort everyone out.

'Sure, but only if Amelia comes too' Ethan slurs. I look down at my phone.

Ski: hurry up and get home, mum is almost home.

I slide my phone in my pocket and look up to Jonah who was staring at me with slightly raised eyebrows, as if waiting for an answer.

'Let's go'.