Damage Control

Let The Games Begin

"Aye Davis, where have you been man? Can't have a party without our leading scorer here!" A familiar guy exclaimed as soon as Easton and I stepped through the console of the door. Loud music was blaring through the house as the crowded home shook with everyone's presence. 

From the corner of my eye I could see various people with red solo cups in their hands as they swung their bodies in the air to the beat of the music. 

"Hey Man." Easton said as he gave the guy a quick handshake before stepping back to me. The guy whose name I couldn't remember for the life of me glanced down and gave me a flirtatious smile before holding a hand out.

"I don't think we've met, I'm Mark." He introduced as my fingers came in contact with his hands. I could feel Easton watching us as I returned his smile before mumbling a quiet 'Mallory'. 

"Well, it was good to see the two of you, but I'm on DJ duty so I better get going." Mark said as he shoved his phone into the pocket of his jeans before holding his hand up in the air to wave at us before turning and making his way into the crowd of people.

"Ready to go in?" Easton asked as he placed his hand on my lower back to guide me through the party. I could feel heat course through my body at the contact and I sincerely wanted to punch myself in the face for having such a reaction to Easton's touch. 

Right as we were about to enter the living room where a makeshift dance floor was set up, a body came in my line of vision. Jackson, a well known football player from our school, held two solo cups in his hand as he wore a mischievous smirk on his face.

"Not so fast lovebirds, everyone has to take a drink before entering the party." He announced as he pushed the solo cups into our hands. Jackson was the epitome of a jock that you'd see in the movies. Strong build, perfectly sleek blonde hair, and sparkling blue eyes. The only difference was that he wasn't a complete asshole. Quite the opposite actually. He was incredibly sweet and I had grown up with him all my life. 

Though we didn't hang out much, he always made it clear to me that he had my back if I ever needed him. 

Looking past his tough exterior, he was actually a complete softie. 

"Sorry man, designated driver here." Easton said as he raised his hands in surrender. Shrugging, Jackson gulped down what was supposed to be Easton's drink before turning to look at me with expecting eyes. 

Swirling the cup of beer in my hand, I watched as a distracted Jackson turned around to scream something at another guy standing in the doorway of the kitchen. 

Did I want to drink the beer?

Sure, I had drank before, but I didn't know what tonight would bring and that made me nervous.

And I was kind of a light weight. 

But that wasn't the point. 

"We can dump it in the plants when he's not looking if you don't want to drink it." Easton lowly said into my ear as he raised his brows at me. I felt a small smile enclose my face at his suggestion but shook my head at it. 

I wanted to be spontaneous tonight. 

"What the hell." I shrugged before bringing the glass to my lips and gulping down the contents inside. I could hear hoots and cheers from around me as Jackson gave me a high five before bidding his goodbyes to Easton and I before he too got lost in the crowd like Mark did.