A Great Perhaps

Three.

SATURDAY MARCH 12 (11:48 PM)
Our mouths crashed together, Masen wrapped her arms around my neck, tangling her fingers through my hair. I move my hands from her jaw to her neck, the soft warm skin contrasting against my cold hands. I hear her breath hitch in her throat as our tongues begin to move together. As the kiss begins to decline, Masen pulls away slightly.

"I need to call Bentley. And end things once and for all. I need to go." She says frazzled, trying to stand up too quickly. She puts her hand to her forehead, I can tell she's dizzy and incredibly drunk.

"Masen, slow down, what's going on?" I ask, my hand gripping around her small wrist.

"I can't cheat on Bentley. I can't do that to him, I don't care that he slept with Lucy. I need to call and break up with him." She says, picking up her cup and making her way to the door.

"Masen, stop." I say, putting myself between her and the door. "Are we okay? Is everything okay?" I ask, searching her face. Her brown eyes are bloodshot and her hair is slightly disheveled, due to our spontaneous makeout.

"You're such a good guy, Noah." She grins and kisses me slightly on the mouth.

"Masen?" I say, before she goes inside. She glances up at me, "Will things be different, at school?" I ask, and she bites her lip slightly.

"I really hope so," She says, giving me a hug, I put my hand on the back of her head to pull her closer. The smell of her coconut shampoo masks the alcohol. "Goodnight, Noah." She kisses me on the cheek, and then walks around me to open the door and goes inside.

I grin to myself, I just made out with the girl of my dreams, the girl I've been in love with since she moved in across the street. I pick up my cup from the warm pavement and walk inside, to see Emerson sitting on Masen's leather sectional couch, hitting on Riley.

"You're gorgeous," I hear Emerson mumble as he plays with a piece of her mahogany colored hair.

She grins slightly upon my arrival. "Hi, Noah." Riley says flirtatiously. I grin and give her a slight wave, searching the room for Asher.

"Hey buddy," I clap Emerson on the back. "Have you seen Asher?" Emerson grins slightly and shakes his head, taking a drink of the cheap beer that's filled his cup. "Alright I'm gonna go look for him. You almost ready to head out?" I ask, his eyes are cloudy as he leans back and throws his arm around Riley. He nods slightly, and I stand up to look for Asher.

After walking through Masen's kitchen and living room with no sign of Asher, I begin to make my way up the stairs.

"Get the fuck off of me, Liam!" I hear a voice shout, angrily. "I'm not kidding, I don't want to have sex with you! Get out!" I open the door to see Liam Rothe, the basketball point-guard sitting on top of Masen, his shirt already off.

"Get out of here, Worthington. We're busy." Liam says in a low voice.

"Get off of her." I state, my voice shaking. He scoffs slightly and bends down, beginning to kiss Masen's neck.

"I said, get off!" I throw him off of Masen and punch him in the jaw, my knuckles already beginning to throb. But I don't stop. Eventually Liam is passed out, from the alcohol not my punching.

"Are you okay?" I ask Masen as she buries her face in the crook of my neck.

I feel her nod slightly, and she backs away.

"Thank you." She whispers, a single tear falling as she backs up and sits down on her enormous bed. "Can you get him out of here? I really just want to lay down." Masen's eyes glaze over from the amount of alcohol flowing through her system. I nod, and begin to pull Liam out of the door, shutting it behind me. "Goodnight, Noah," She says pulling her shorts down to her ankles and her shirt over her head. I look away quickly, not wanting to intrude. "Thank you for everything." I hear her mumble as I glance back in, taking in her perfect curves before she pulls the comforter up to her neck. I walk back down the stairs, smiling to myself as I reach the living room.