My Brother's Best Friend

2. Confusion and Kisses

Matt walks into the kitchen eyeing me warily.

I narrow my eyes at him.

He stalks towards me. His piercing blue eyes never leaving mine. It makes me feel on edge as he comes up so close to me. Too close. Especially after he started the ordeal in the other room.

"Sorry about earlier," he states looking down at his black vans. His usually slick polished dirty blonde hair hangs over his ashamed face.

He seems so sincere I almost believe him for a moment.

Almost.

"No you're not Matt," I scoff taking three large gulps of the red stuff that tastes like poison. For some reason I enjoy the burn.

He puts his hand on my arm and looks at me in the eyes. "Why do you say that?" He says like he really does care his voice is so soft, "I didn't realise Lucas would hurt your feelings like that!"

"Yeah, maybe," I huff, "but what's the difference?" I raise my voice, anger is building in my veins and the alcohol is making me much more loose tongued than I normally am, "You intended on hurting my brother and you got me instead. It's even worse that you are trying to hurt my brother than you trying to hurt me," I state with sudden surge of confidence.

This red stuff is starting to get easy to drink. I top my cup up again.

His eyes flicker to my full cup and the red liquor I had in my hand. Surprise shot his eyebrows up momentarily. Everyone knows I don't really drink. I may tag along to a few parties but Harris is so overbearing I don't bother, besides it's pretty burning anyway.

"Maybe you should give me the alcohol," he says gently reaching for the bottle.

I tighten my grip and drag the bottle back close to me. Dragging him with it even closer.

He looks into my eyes for a moment.

"You see," he starts and doesn't finish.

He starts again looking up at me with his bright blue eyes then looking away again running his hands through his unusually dishevelled hair.

"Well... The truth is..." he begins again.
Never have I have never seen Matt so stupified before. I've had to watch most games and the politics in training and at the parties. I've seen enough to know that he is very clever and charming. Never have I seen him lost for words.

"Truth is I just wanted to do it myself," he looked up at me again so close I can see the lighter silver flickers in his eyes. Too bad they belonged to a scheming little devil.

He looked so convincing.

A very convincing scheming little devil.

His stormy eyes darted from my mouth to my eyes and back to my mouth. I licked the alcohol off my lips as I felt a pull towards him. It felt like I was leaning forward when I suddenly had a thought.

"You know, Matt," I lean back and say light heartedly, "you are so convincing that I nearly believed you. If you weren't constantly trying to undermine my brother as Captain of the team and cause fights all the time to edge your way into the role of captain without truly earning it I probably would have kissed you, but..."

I slowly tip my full cup of red vodka onto his head, and watch it dribble down his hair onto his face, broad shoulders and body.

"... Unfortunately for both of us it looks like thanks to your anti-team spirit and your now drowned rat style, it looks like neither of us will be hooking up tonight," I shoved him as hard as I can with both hands so he stumbled back a step or two and was no longer standing between my legs.