I went back inside Gilinsky's house, brushing past everyone carelessly until I found who I was looking for. "Nate?"
The dark haired boy turned around from talking to a group of his friends, his hair was all messy as if he had just woke up.
He ruffled his hair in response, because he noticed my stares. Then his eyes met mine I smiled at him, "Can you do me a favor?" He hovered over me, "Yes?" He seemed unsure if he wanted to, "Give me weed." Nate shook his head immediately, "No, hell no." My jaw clinched, "Why not?"
"Because there's a room full of other guys that you can ask, can't you see that I'm busy?" I tilted my head back, as he turned away. "He didn't even want to hear me out, "Nate... I can't just ask these guys, they all look like pervs..." I lowered my eyes, I knew he was ignoring me but the damn music wasn't that loud.
I heard laughter coming from across the room, I almost didn't realize it was him due to the dark neon blue lights but when I heard his laugh I knew it was him. Cameron was talking to a few people that I didn't know. I slowly made my way towards him, "Hey Cam, can you do me a favor?" He stopped smiling and looked over his shoulder at me, "What kind?"
"Give me something that makes me forget about this night." He smiled, "What's in it for me?" I sighed, "I don't know, what do you want? Oh wait, nope never mind bye." I turned away before he could say anything.
Cameron threw something at me from across the table, I slowly turned around. "What?" I tried not to smile, he pointed at a guy across the room. "Right there." I followed his gesture, where another guy stood on his phone. "Why, does he sell weed?" I asked, Cameron seemed to want to end this conversation quickly.
"He's the one who's suppose to be in charge of the alcohol so dumbasses won't get too intoxicated and rowdy." Cameron went back to his conversation and I groaned, wondering why I had to go through all of this just to get weed or a of bottle of alcohol."
I stared at the guy from afar who seemed to find his phone more interesting than the party. I ran my fingers through my hair and adjusted my shirt before approaching him, "My friend said you're in charge of the alcohol and I want one."
His eyes looked up from his bright screen and he scoffed, "You want what you can't have." I smiled weakly, "What?" I cleared my throat, as he ignored me. I stared down at his phone, I took a deep breathe. I noticed a key hanging from a keychain that was clipped to the belt loop of his jeans. My eyes wandered up the stairs, even through I haven't been in every room in the house I knew there had to be a huge bath tub filled with ice where the alcohol was being kept. I thought about grabbing the keys and making a rub for it but I didn't.
"Listen, I'm having a really shitty night so you can not be such a dick and just get me a bottle of Moët or something?"
He laughed, "Why so you can drop another bottle?" I clinched a little, "You saw that?" I felt embarrassed. He pressed his lips together and nodded, "Im pretty sure everyone saw that you don't know how to open champagne correctly." I stared into his eyes and he did the same, he was trying to challenge me. I sighed, "It's been a terrible night, please don't make me beg."
"Oh my gosh, one shitty night! Try having three months of shitty nights, where you have to keep pain in the asses like you; who don't have a alcohol limit, away from the alcohol," I rolled my eyes, great here we go. "I'm not a fucking alcoholic!" I yelled, I clinched my fists.
He pointed at his chest repeatedly, "Ive been standing here every night for those last three months... THEEE MONTHS, trying to make sure that no one gets too drunk, and what do I get in return? being forced to listen to The Weeknd and Drake on repeat," He snickered at me, "So don't even started with that shit."
I gasped sarcastically, "Wow, you're so cute but such a whiny little bi--" I stopped myself and he smiled, "You think I'm cute?" I rolled my eyes, "Adorable." He smiled even harder and I smiled back, "What's your name?" He blushed, "Derek."
