Matt Vs Josh.

Chapter Two - Contagious Chemistry.

Matts pov

Everyone on the dance floor made a ring around  the gorgeous unnamed girl as she went down.  I quickly fell to my knee’s,  checked her pulse and felt it going strong.

“She’s just passed out. I think she’s gonna be fine” I said, looking around the room.

The club manager approached us slowly. He was a stocky looking guy in his late forties with a balding head.

“Do I need to call her an ambulance or are you with her?” he asked staring at me, waiting impatiently for an answer.

 I hesitated before answering  and looked down at her beautiful,  pale face. I felt a really strange connection between us, as though I was meant to help her. I couldn’t help not wanting to hold her.

“Ive got her.” I beamed.

 I cradled her in my arms, still not knowing her name.  She fit perfectly against my body, carrying her was effortless  as though she was made for me to carry. I approached the door of the club when I heard  those familiar footsteps.. Josh. I turned around to find him stumbling towards, with a bottle of beer still in his hands. He was absolutely pissed up.

“Woah matt!’ He slurred. “Whos the girl?! Not date raping the poor fitty are you ?” He laughed jokingly with a smugness in his voice learing at her chest. For some reason this made me feel  unsteady. We started walking towards the taxi que about 30 feet up the strip.

“Josh, don’t talk about her like that. You don’t know her .“ I said this with deep aggravation there was something about this girl, something that made me feel protective against her.

“Neither do you.. I mean whats her name? Why are you even helping her?” this comment made me mad. He could be such a cock when he was drunk.

“I don’t know josh, where are the guys anyways. I thought you were with them?”

“They went home 10 minutes ago,  I was looking for you. So where we taking her? Yours?”

“Sounds like a plan.” I replied.

Just then, the taxi pulled up. I peered my head through the back door of the taxi and asked for 21 eastbound street Weybridge Surrey.  The ride home was silent, with the mystery girl draped over our laps. About ten minutes away from home, she opened her gorgeous, emerald green eyes and mumbled something while looking towards josh, seeming quite confused.  I had no idea what she was saying then she started to choke, I quickly turned her on her side and she began to puke managing to get the most of It on josh.

He gaged in response but from the stone cold look on my face he knew to say nothing bad about her, or complain about the fact she had just spewed all over him. When we finally arrived to my place I tipped the cab driver extra and apologised to him for the mess. He swore obscenity's at me in another language, I'm sure, before speeding away. But for some reason this girl seemed worth it to me. Josh carried her upstairs and put her in bed.Then I walked him to my front door and he seemed pretty irritated.

“Urm, dude why don’t we undress her? I mean, you don’t really want her sleeping in all her puke and everything..” I looked at him disgusted.

“She puked on you, not herself. Just leave Josh, your unbelievable. You really are.”

“Well she’s pretty fit isn't she? I mean when she not puking on me.. Hey in the morning give her my number would you? She seems my type.”and with a wiggle of his eye brows, he left.

What an asshole. There’s no way I would give her his number, well not before giving her my own. I don’t even know this girl but its like I'm gravitated towards her, its really weird.  I picked up her bag from the floor and got out her iphone.

I added myself to her contact list ‘Matt that cute guy who brought you home x’ and chuckled to myself. Then I took her bag and phone upstairs and put them on the chair in the bedroom.  I should probably get her out of the dress too.

 I took one of my clean cheer up t-shirts and slipped it over her body before pulling down her dress to make sure I did’nt see anything and abuse the fact that she was drunk.

Then, happy with my work, I left her to sleep opting to take the couch downstairs as I lay trying to sleep. All I could think of is ‘who is this girl?’ and ‘why does she have such a hold on me..’