Perfectly right

9 pm

This wasn't how I expected my night to go. Clarke was the last person I'd expect to be sitting next to me on my couch.

"So I seen Andrew walking home, from this direction, anything to do with you?" He tried to start a conversation. I shrugged.

"Maybe, maybe not." I lied, I knew he had came from my house, however it was fun to mess with Clarkes' head a little.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked and sat up. "Were you hooking up with him?" My jaw dropped slightly.

"I wouldn't tell you even if I was." I crossed my arms over my chest and took a drink of my adult gatorade. I felt my nerves settle and I relaxed slightly.

"And why not?" He smirked and leaned closer. Feeling uncomfortable I stood up.

"I'm going to get a snack if you want something." I offered and walked into the kitchen. I opened the cupboard and grabbed a small bag of chips.

I turned around and nearly screamed when Clarke was in my face.

"What the hell Clarke?! I dropped my chips!" I rose my voice and he chuckled. I realized how close he was and my face flushed red. He rested his hands on both sides of me, blocking my exit.

"I see that," He smirked. "Am I making you nervous?" He said and I crossed my arms across my chest.

"No." I said confidently, though I was completely overpowered.

"Really?" He said in disbelief and I nodded. "Your mouth says that, but your body language says differently."

"How?"

"For starters, your face is red, that's normally from being embarrassed or uncomfortable, you're backed into the cupboard as far as possible, clearly trying to get away." He paused, "Should I continue?" He asked.

"Why not?" I shrugged.

"You have your arms crossed, which is a self defense tactic, so you could easily push me back, and lastly when I leaned closer to you, you found an excuse to get away from me." He finished and leaned back with a smirk.

"Okay, you got me." I reached down and picked up the bag of chips, which luckily had been closed. "Can we go back to the living room now?" I asked and he nodded. I went back and sat down and he followed behind me. "You're pretty arrogant, you know that right?"

"With looks like mine, you have to be." He winked and I scoffed.

"What looks?" I teased and he put a hand on his chest.

"That hurt, dork." He joked.

"Already with a nickname?" I asked and chuckled.

"I have a better one, if you mix Ayda and dork together you get Aydork." He replied and I laughed.

"I'll think of one for you, and that's creative I'll give you that." I smiled.

The next few hours were fine until he reached for my gatorade bottle and I had to quickly grab it and chug all of it, except for that drink I took out of it earlier.

"Why couldn't I have a drink?" He asked and I winced feeling a burn on my throat.

"Because it's mine." I felt my head get fuzzy, it wasn't enough to get wasted, but it was enough to get the warm, carefree, light, uncoordinated drunk feeling I wanted. After a few minutes it settled in. 

"I think it's time for you to go home, it's nine pm." I slurred and hiccuped. 

"How much was in that?" He asked and I shrugged.

"Enough." I managed to stand up and make my way to the steps, only tripping over myself a few times. I leaned against the wall and tried to walk up the steps.

"No no wait, that's a bad idea."  He rushed over to me.

"I'm fine." I hiccuped and protested, but due to my drunken state I couldn't fight off the arms that picked me up and carried me up to my room. I took my hand and put it on his cheek. "You have really pretty eyes." I giggled.

"You're really drunk." He smiled.

"No no shh." I put a finger to his lips. "What's that saying? Drunk mind sober words? I don't know." I let my hand fall.

"I'll remember you said my eyes were pretty tomorrow." He chuckled and walked into my room.

"This is the first happy I've had in a while." I smiled even though my words didn't make sense. He laid me down on the bed and I laid down, my eyes felt heavy.

"Go to sleep, Aydork." I yawned and that was the last thing I heard before falling asleep.