Need Somebody

Chapter 12

I didn't realize I was holding my breath until he finally takes his eyes off the ground and meet mine, giving me the air I need to breathe. His wide brown eyes are shocked, mirroring mine, and I can tell he wasn't expecting me to be here. Can't say I wasn't thinking the same thing, I, myself, still shocked I'm here.

Masons panic eyes look from Brianna and myself and removes his arms from around her waist and she pulls away from his neck.

"Are you ready to take this to the bedroom?" She drunkly asks him. My face scrunches in disgust at the thought of them together and roll my eyes at her desperation for him and every other males attention.

Brianna is wearing a hideous, tight, high-waisted leopard skirt with a black bra on, looking like an R- rated cheetah girl. Her blonde hair is perfectly curled to the side of her face and her red lipstick in has smeared off onto Masons neck.

Mason nudges her to get off of him and she stands up with her out, waiting for Mason to grab it. For a moment I feel vomit begin to make its way up my throat and out my mouth, until I see Mason shake his head.

"What?" Brianna shockingly and harshly demands.

"Fuck off Brianna. Leave me along, go find some other guy to fuck." He waves her off. She makes a hough and sorts away angrily after not getting her way. Spoiled brat.

I must be hallucinating, Mason waved Brianna off. But why? Why is he here in the first place? Did Chloe know he was going to be here? No, she couldn't have. She wouldn't have brought me here if she knew. Then again, maybe Aaron didn't tell her about what happened between Mason and I earlier this week.

"Cheyanne, come over here." Chloe announces, leaving my thoughts in the dust as she pulls me to the couch Mason is sitting on. My heart starts pounding and my legs begin to shake. The closer I get, the more Masons eyes stare harder at the ground below him. I notice his breathe quicken when his chest moves up and down faster than normal. What the hell does he have to be mad about?

Before I get the chance to choose my spot on the couch, Chloe automatically sits on the opposite side of the couch from Mason, leaving only the middle seat open. His heard turns slightly to the side to see if I'm going to sit down, almost expecting me not to. I'm quick to make him realize he's wrong when my butt reaches the couch cushion and his eyes widen, then immediately narrow to cover up his shocked face. I hope he knows I only did it because he didn't think I would.

The tension between us is unbearable and awkward and I wish Chloe was talking to me instead of the group of students standing beside her. I thought she said she never had anyone at the parties besides Aaron? Why would be bring me just to ignore me? Maybe she's more popular than she thought. I check my phone for the countdown; five minutes down, fifty-five more to go.

My eyes shift to Mason and he looks like he's in deep thought and my curiosity begins its magic. What is he thinking about? Why is he acting so strange? Why has been avoiding me? I don't care that he's been avoiding me, I only want to know why.

'Of course you care you dumb bitch, you thought you two had something. He's already forgotten about you, stop embarrassing yourself and move on,' my subconscious adds. As annoying as she may be, she is normally right.

I roll my eyes when the realization hits me, "Hey, I'm going to go get some air." I inform Chloe and she smiles and nods before returning to her conversation. I push myself off the couch and push my way past the sweaty, dancing bodies. Flashbacks of last year come back to haunt me in less than a second.

I stumble through the drunk high school students to find a bathroom after consuming an unhealthy amount of alcohol. The flashing lights are blinding and the ear-breaking music is way too loud. The room is spinning and I hold onto the railing next to the stairs to keep me from falling. I look to the top of the stairs and instantly feel nauseous. The stairs leading up to the top look narrow and the walls are caving in on me. My legs move to the top before my mind can comprehend what I'm doing and before I know it, I'm vomiting endless amount of alcohol on the carpet with tears pooling at my eyes. It seems like hours go by before I finish and when I do, I don't even have it in me to walk to the bathroom. Instead I crawl to the nearest door and sit up against it, watching everyone from this view. My eyes feel heavy and before I know it, I'm side by side with my pool of vomit.