Inertia

7

Mack's pov

"Come in, come in" I cheered as I opened the door, letting in more people. My voice loud since the music was blasting through the whole house.

It was only an hour into the party and the mass of people just kept on increasing, but that wasn't a problem, the more the merrier.

"This party is sick!" Someone screamed into my ear, I jolted, not expecting whoever it was to jump on my back.

"What the fuck?" I asked confused at the turn of events.

"Oh oh Mack's got a potty mouth, shame on you , where's the police?" The person said against my ear.

I laughed realizing who it was, "Get off me," I shrugged him off and he ungracefully stumbled off of me.

"You're no fun, party pooper" he crossed his arms sulking like a child.

"What's with you and poop today, how much have you had to drink?" I smiled at my stupid friend.

"Just a little, like a milligram, millilitre, no millilililitre, yes that much" he smiled proudly at himself.

"Oh Peter, that didn't even make sense"

"Why are you being so mean to me, I'm going to find Josh, or Lucas, yeah Lucas, he'll be my daddy" Peter said as he asked passed me with a determined look on his face.

"What?" I asked genuinely confused, but at least he wasn't my problem for the time being.

I walked over to the open bar and poured myself a shot, it just wouldn't be fair to not enjoy myself at my own party, well not really my party, just hosted by me.

"Drinking alone" someone purred in my ear, and I nearly pulled her off me just because of her voice, I'd recognize that voice anywhere.

"Meela" I said dryly trying to force a smile.

"Can I join you" she asked twinkling her eyes at me, she took the seat beside me anyways, so I didn't feel the need to answer.

"Listen baby," she cooed caressing my arm. "I know you've heard about Holden, and I just want you to know that it's not that serious, you know it breaks my heart to see you so jealous, I just want you to know that if you want me to break up with him just say so and it will be done"

I took everything in me to not burst into laughter, I looked at her amused, she had to pulling my leg.

"Are you serious" I asked

"Yes honey, I'd do anything for you," she nodded inching her way closer to me.

Why couldn't she just let me enjoy my night in peace, and what was up with the nicknames?

"I think you've had a little too much to drink, you should probably go home, get some rest" I petted her on the head.

"I'd rest with you, say, which way is your room" she asked tracing her hand up my shirt.

"Stop that now, I think it's best you go find your friends" I spoke in my best baby voice, hoping she'd get the picture.

She pouted "Can you kiss me now?"

I have never in my entire life been so tempted to push a girl, or even smack her in the head since she seemed to be missing something up there.

"I think someone's calling my name, do you hear it? yeah ,I'm just going to . . . um yeah" I pried myself out of her claws and walked away.

"Wait . . . honey!" She exclaimed but I was too far so I just pretended I didn't hear her. I made my way through the the dance floor, debating whether or not to just go to my room, I always had it locked whenever I had parties so I knew no one would be able to find me.