"I'm gonna find Jake." I smiled.
"Amber. Are you okay?" Matt asked. I turned to him with anger.
"Okay? OKAY! What's wrong with You lately Matt. We're not best friends! HELL, we're not even friends." I left him standing there.
I ran to the kitchen and found Jake. He poured a thick black substance into a cup. I grabbed it and drank it.
"Hey let's go talk upstairs." He grabbed my arm and pulled me upstairs.
"I've had my eye on you for a while." He winked and put his hand on my thigh. I slapped it off.
"Feisty." He pushed me on the wall.
"Jake. Oww! Get off." I tried to struggle off.
"She said get off Man!" Matt burst in and punched Jake. I looked at him. What just happened.
"Are you alright?" He asked whist smiling a proper smile. I nodded as he pulled me downstairs.
"Let's get you home." Matt picked me up seeing I was week. I nodded then fell asleep in his arm's.
He put me down gently trying not to wake me, but failed.
"Matt?" I sighed softly before he left. He looked behind himself at me.
"Yeah Ambs?" He asked and sat down next to me.
"Stay?" I mumbled. He nodded then snuggled next to me.
I woke up, my head was pounding. With Matt peacefully sitting next to me.
"If getting drunk solves my problem, I should do it often." I stared at Matt.
"Stop staring." He giggled. I punched him gently, making him fall off the bed. I has a huge headache.
"Owww!" I moaned rubbing my head. Matt stood up and explained it was a 'Hangover'.
"Amber, you up?" My sister stomped up the stairs.
"Matt!" I whispered. Both our eyes widened. If we were caught, we were BOTH dead
