First Choice (Sam Wilkinson/Nash Grier)

Chapter 9

Jasmine's POV

The night was winding down, the laughter dying down into sleepy murmurs. I rolled my head back and rested it on Nash's shoulder. I was drunk and tired; Nash was warm and inviting as he played with my fingers in my lap as I sat on his. "Nash, I'm sleepy." I whispered, giggling as he nudged my cheek over with his nose and exposed the soft skin of my neck.

He rest his head there, leaning his head on my shoulder. I smiled as he softly hummed in my ear, closing my eyes. "Jack, can we stay here?" I slurred. It felt nice to be part of the group for once, finally being drunk with everyone else, I didn't feel out of place.

Nash had taken a few sips of the green apple vodka jack had given me, and I figured he was at least a little tipsy. I couldn't remember who was sober anymore. I smiled as his breath fanned over my cheek in short, hot puffs. I crinkled my nose as I could smell the alcohol on it.

I'd only known Nash for a day but I felt comfortable around him. "Alright well, my mom is here so I'm gonna go." Sarah stood from her spot beside Sam, before bending down and pecking him on the lips. I rolled my eyes as he pulled away and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. "Goodnight babe." He smiled, as she walked back through the house to her mom's waiting car.

"You guys can all crash here if you'd like." Gilinsky suggested, "I've got enough guest rooms, and my parents won't care when they get back next week." He sighed, sitting back in his chair and finishing the contents of his cup.

"Not me and Jasmine. I'm taking her home." Sam gruffly nodded to me and I turned and whimpered in Nash's arms, laying my cheek against his chest. "I don't want to go home." I whined, earning a chuckle from the blue eyed boy.

"Nah, you've been drinking." Aaron said, "We all have." He nodded around the circle. I dared a peek at Sam, instantly regretting it. He had his brown eyes centered on me, glaring as he angrily tapped his finger on his leg. "We should all just stay here and go home tomorrow. It's a Saturday anyways." Matt suggested.

We all stood, and I frowned as Nash dropped his arms back to his sides. We walked into the house and decided which room each of us would sleep in. I didn't give Sam a chance to decide for me as I wrapped my arms around Nash's torso, "I'll sleep in the same room as Nash." I grinned up at him and he ruffled my hair before laying his hand on the small of my back.

"Absolutely not." Sam hissed. Nash frowned, appearing to be slightly hurt by his immediate rejection of the idea. "We've only known him a day, and I'm sorry dude but I'm not trusting you with my drunk best friend." Sam looked towards Gilinsky for back up but he gave none. "If you're implying what I think you are, then you obviously don't know me well, because I'd never take advantage of a girl that way." Nash replied.

"It's fine. Me and Tasha will be right next door to them," Aaron said, glancing back and forth between Sam and Nash. "No! I don't like this at all." Sam shook his head, glaring at Nash. At this point I finally decided to speak up, "And where do you want me to sleep then? With you? With Gilinsky?" Sam recoiled, thinking of an answer. "You've both got girlfriends. That would be wrong of me." I said, as the others nodded in agreement. "And besides, I trust Nash." I sighed.

"Yeah, Nash doesn't seem like that type of guy." Matt agreed. A series of "Yeah's" and "Uhuh's" were sounded and I felt Nash relax in my hold. "Gosh dude, why don't you want to sleep with me?" Gilinsky joked, and I could feel the tension decreasing rapidly. "I don't bite." He said, before we all burst out laughing as Sam rolled his eyes. "Well if we're done, I'd like to go to sleep now." Aaliyah yawned. We all said our goodnights before heading up stairs. Gilinsky's house was rather large so Nash trailed behind me as I led him to the guest room we were meant to sleep in.