All Because Of Him

four.

Warning: This chapter contains sexual descriptions. Read at your own risk

   Around 20 minutes later I find myself on the verge of becoming wasted. We finish the bottle and yet I notice how I seem to be the only one effected by it. I mean, Mason does look a bit tipsy, but he's nowhere near the level of drunk I'm currently at. 

     "I can't believe nobody has found us yet." I say, trying way too hard to not slur my words.

     "Who says they're looking?" He responds back and kicks his feet on top of the coffee table, resting one on top of the other.

     "Remember Jessica's Christmas party?" I ask, and laugh at my own question. "Nobody found us for hours."

     "Not that either of us were complaining." He says, a grin slowly resting on his face and I scoot closer to him and laugh.

     "Fuck i'm fucked." I say, and put my hands on both sides of my head to try and squeeze out my headache.

    I groan at my failure and fall back onto the arm rest of the couch. I bend my knees inches in front of Mason and notice that his eyes are closed, head resting on the back of the couch just as I was earlier.

      "You've changed." I say, my voice low.

      "How so?" 

      "You're mean now, and angry all the time." I say, he opens his eyes and looks over at me.

     "Maybe you're just sensitive" He shoots back before he closes his eyes again. I kick him playfully and sit back up, criss-crossing my legs.

     "Maybe you're just an ass." I say.

     He sighs at my response and I look away from him, finding sudden interest in the things around us. The refrigerator, TV, and pool table right in front of us. Fuck this place is huge. I try and count the balls on the pool table even though I already know how many there are just to test and see how drunk I really am. I blink slowly and give up on the second ball. Shit, well it was worth a try.

     "Well I hope you've changed in some aspects." I begin and turn my head back over to him. "Because your kissing sucked at that party." 

    He instantly opens his eyes and lifts his head at my comment.

    "Is that so?" He questions and I nod my head. 

    To be honest, I don't really even remember if it sucked or not. I mean, it was years ago. But I don't mind having Mason think otherwise. I inspect his face and watch as it seems I have bruised his ego. 

    Fuck I am so drunk, for a second I start to think that he might be leaning into me.

    Oh wait, he is.

     "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I ask, trying not to laugh, and move back from him.

      "What does it look like? Trying to kiss you, now stop being so fucking difficult." He says and I shake my head.

      "No way." I say, backing up some more. I'm a little taken back by his sudden move. I know I made a joke about it, but I didn't expect him to immediately try and prove me wrong.

    "It's not a big deal, it's just a fucking kiss."

     "No." I say, my voice stern. "I don't want to."  I stand up from the couch and my legs suddenly start to feel like jello under me.

    Shit. I feel ten times more drunk since I stood up, but I don't want to sit next to Mason anymore. Instead, I walk over to the radio in the corner of the room.