Dribs and Drabs of One Shots

Matt - Conversation

Imagine getting drunk to get Matt's attention (gif not mine!)

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'Suck it, Donovan!' I shouted as I slammed my last shot glass upside down on the bar; the screams and cheers of my friends and other natives of Mystic Falls filling the air of the Grill, mixing with cigarrette smoke, music and alcohol.

Matt was just staring at me in complete shock as I smirked at him, reveling in his disbelief of me downing all my shots. His eyes darted from mine to his last shot glass and back, the look of wonder in his eyes, as though he didn't quite believe that I had finished without falling off my chair. At every single party we had attended, I had always got drunk first. Being a light weight was far from fun. So, that's why everyone was cheering my name, why Matt was looking so stunned at me and why I was feeling like I was going to throw up.

'God, I think I'm going to puke!' I laughed before launching myself off the barstool and running towards the lady's room; the disappointed cries of admirers and friends slowly being drowned out by the pounding in my head.

I dove into the bathroom, letting my hands rest on the edge of the sink as I stared at my reflection. I was swaying and everything I looked at appeared to be fuzzy; blurry at the edges. And to think, all of this was for one boy; Matt Donovan.

I had been pretty much in love with Matt since I first met him. My family and I were moving into Mystic Falls and Matty happened to be the boy next door. Literally. He was cute and incredibly attractive but not in an obvious way. He had a smile that could make any girl melt and had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. And typically, he fell for my sister. She was confident, stunning, pretty much the type of girl every single guy wanted, including Matt. So, for 3 years, I had to watch Matt take my sister to dances, awkwardly walk into the living room whilst they were making out and had to keep the secret that Matty boy stayed over almost every other night.

Then, when my sister turned the delightful age of 18, leaving me just two years behind her, she left Matt broken hearted and went in search of college guys. For over a year, Matt was heart broken. He barely even said two words to me, even though he had treated me like a sister ever since he and my sister dated. But, that was before I turned 18. Before he started to actually pay attention to me. Which is why I was trying desperately not to throw up in a public bathroom.

I had turned 18 two weeks ago and the wonderful devil that Tyler Lockwood is, he decided that we and the rest of our friends would go out to the grill every Saturday night, even though they were a year older than me and currently at college, and get wasted. Or rather, in most cases, get me wasted. This included playing beer pong and drinking games that I was still naive to.

'God...' I moaned as my stomach tensed in anticipation of what was about to come.

'You know; you should have stopped at three. Not after you finished all seven,' came a laugh from the doorway.

'If you even utter the words 'I told you so', I'll throw up on your shoes...' I growled, not bothering to turn round and acknowledge the person I was talking to, though I knew exactly who it was. What was funny though, was the fact that the entire night I had tried to be as seductive, as sexy and as confident as I could be with Matt, covering up as quickly as possible if I embarrassed myself or did something stupid. Yet, there I was, on the verge of being sick, with my crush standing behind me and I honestly couldn't have given a fuck.

'Ouch,' Matt laughed again. 'And here I thought you weren't going to be a bad winner.' As he said this, he walked around me so he was leaning against the neighbouring sink, crossing his arms on his chest as he gave me a smirk.