echo | wyatt oleff

Chapter 5

"I think I'll stay here"

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The was just a knock at the door, so I quickly went to open it, seeing all of the boys lined up outside, their hands full with alcohol and various other things.

"Hey Echo." Chosen said as they all entered and made themselves comfortable.

"Well, it's definitely cleaner than our fucking apartment." Jae muttered coldly, he always seemed to be so angry and irritated. I closed the door behind me and noticed Wyatt, he looked good, once again. He had changed into grey sweatpants and a black printed shirt with some weird colourful band logo on the front. I forced myself to look away and saw Jack already pouring out a row of shots for us all.

"Guys, a shot to get the night started!" Jack yelled, and everyone walked over and grabbed theirs. Everyone began to drink, and Jack turned to me and whispered in my ear. "Maybe I can end the night with you." I turned and looked at him in shock.

"You fucking wish, Jack." I scoffed, smirking before taking my shot too and walking away. It may have seemed like I was playing hard to get, but I truly didn't want anything like that with Jack; yes we had a kind of steamy kiss, but that's where it ended. I grabbed a cigarette from Sophia's pack and went over to our balcony, lighting up and leaning on the railings.

"Careful, you might fall." I heard Wyatt's voice behind me, and smiled to myself.

"You're always creeping up on me." I chuckled, taking another drag. Wyatt handed me a drink he had got for me.

"I want to see you drunk tonight, you have to stay on my level." He smirked. "I want to see this crazy Echo that your friends talk about."

"I'm not crazy when I'm drunk." I corrected him, before taking a big gulp of the drink. "I'm just not as quiet... I don't want to embarrass myself."

"Don't worry, if you start to act like an idiot, I'll take you away." Wyatt laughed, and I felt butterflies in my stomach, and I started to blush.

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A few hours had passed, and me and Wyatt had been drinking heavily, he was on a mission to see my drunk self, and it was starting to work, I could feel myself getting louder. Everyone else was drunk too, I noticed Sophia and Jae had been on the floor talking for a while, and realised that Finn and Millie had disappeared.

"Why do you always stare at me?" Wyatt asked, he was also drunk. I felt a sudden wave of embarrassment over me and my face began to get hot.

"I... it's not staring." I said, sitting back on the couch, bringing my knees up to my chest and resting my feet in between his legs. "It's called checking you out." I smirked, if I was sober I would never be saying this.

"Oh really?" Wyatt looked at me and smirked.

"Yeah... I just can't get over how much better you look since ninth grade." I laughed, looking away from him and taking a sip of my drink.

"I could say the same about you." He said quietly, I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my face.

"Oh yeah!" I suddenly shouted, changing the subject. "Jack wants to bang me."

"Oh, I know." Wyatt laughed, throwing is head back onto the couch, exposing his neck. "He told us earlier."

"Oh really?" I said, sitting up, my head spinning; I was beyond drunk. "I mean he is cute... but no." Wyatt laughed and shook his head. We both sat in a comfortable silence for a minute, and I felt Wyatt put a hand on my thigh while readjusting himself on the couch, his touch made me shiver. I rested my head on the couch and closed my eyes, my head spinning, I was tired and pretty drunk.