In Ones Good Graces

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Country music boomed throughout Lowell's house and got louder and louder, with every dubious step I took. But to no slightest hesitation, for the choices to turn back in Hazel's room, I had her beside me to guide me and comfort me. I bit my lips skeptically and looked at my surroundings, to get more appeased with the fact of how many people, that are here.

Laughter, greetings and communications in general, packed me inside of it all. But something was telling me that something big, petrifying, thing is happening tonight. Though I don't know what?

Hazel nudged my elbow, my attention suddenly turned to her, "you want a drink?"

"Water." I answered hastily.

"Nuh, you're having beer." She said, dragging me along with her, I stopped abruptly, with my feet stuck like glue on my tippy toes on the hardwood floor, "do you know the definition of asking someone a questioning is? It's when a sentence is in an interrogative form, addressed to someone in order to get information in reply. So, excuse me if I remember right, I said water." I sighed heavily, after my rambling.

"okay sorry, but what got you so worked up?" she displayed an puzzled grimace on her face, whilst cupping my shoulders and gave them an light squeeze.

"I don't know, I just got an feeling that something bad and big is happening tonight." I looked around unsurely and bit my lip.

"Like?"

"i guess that's got me so worked up." I answered, whilst kneading my fingers and rubbing them together anxiously.

"That's why you need to loosen up with some alcohol in your system." I defeatedly sighed and nodded my head, agreeing to her statement and we walked over the drinks and took one each.

I placed the jug on the bottom of my lips, hesitating and debating with myself, if I should or not do it. Whatever my mind was disagreeing with, I went for it and ended up drinking it all and then grasped for air.

"That's the spirit." She raised her voice in a beaming matter, in every word she announced, "another one." I said placing the empty bottle of beer on the counter top, with a light thud.
She handed me a new, but before I could chug it down like the first one, "together." She smiled challengingly.

I have an smirk displayed, as we both hit our cans against one another and chugged it down as fast as we could.

She unforgivably and unforgettably wins, with the burning sensation thriving my throat and add on to that with the disgusting aftertaste.

"I think I'm going to the bathroom." Hazel said whilst tapping the top of my left shoulder, as she rounded around me and walked up the porches stairs and into Lowell's house.

I turned away instinctively and faced the green moistures grass, as I then sighed an heavy one. Till I am interrupted by two combat boots trudging the ground in front of me and I craned my neck upwards to come in contact with blue ones, belonging to Mason.

A suspicious smirk is showed off on his masculine face and a captures harsh jawline. But being honest I find Ryder way more attractive. Why did I suddenly compare him with Ryder? And finding Ryder attractive. Well those ripping muscles and those veins that soon or later will pop out from his skin on his forearm.

"Can I help you?" I asked in a mere whisper, as I turned away from his intense stare.

"What do they call you? You must be new here, I'd remember such a pretty face like that and you surely have a beautiful name?" He moved closer, which had a lump to be formed in my throat and my breathing stopping.

"Mr. Whatever they call you, are wasting your flattery." I said sighing irritably, meaning if Mason doesn't soon leave me alone, I will actually release a hurricane. Even though scientifically that's not possible. Though I know he got most probably all the girl's swooning at his feet. Well not that many, if we were to talk about how small this town is.