Figure 8

31. Nothing matters.

~Mason Nicole's POV~

After a while Devin and I ditched the party and went off to a park that showed off the view of the sky. I hop off of Devin's back and sit on the swings. I laugh as he tries to push me really high up and fails everytime.

"Fuck it." He sits on the swings next to me and drinks his beer. "You know what I don't get."

"What?" I try and push myself.

"Why you never told me you and Zayn broke up until the minute you saw me."

"I just needed a real response from you." I grab the beer from his hand and take a swing.

"You could've called me when it happend." He slurs.

"I was with Niall after that."

"And that was when you kissed him." He hints banter.

"Oh shut up. You would've kissed him too." I try to stay serious until it starts to rain. I stand up and spin around until I stumble over and Devin catches me.

"That was poetic for a moment there." He smirks leveling me back up.

"Mason?" I look and it's Zayn.

"This is amusing, I find the alcoholic ex boyfriend sober, while I'm drunk." I grin lazily walking back to the swing set. "Did you barge into my house and notice I wasn't there? Or climb in from my window and wait on me?"

"Mason I-"

"I don't care Zayn." I laugh coldly. "I'm sorry, but I don't care what you have to say."

"She's drunk mate, I say wait 'til tomorrow." Devin suggests.

"Drunk?" He raises his eyebrows.

"I don't have anything to say to him. And what he has to say doesn't matter. " I look at Devin.

"Mason let me take you home." He walks towards me and I slowly move over to Devin.

"You're not listening to me." I say louder. "Why are you even sober Zayn? Is this your way of impressing me?"

"Fuck, stop doing that." He runs his fingers through his wet hair.

"The longer you stick around the colder she's gonna get." Devin says under his breath.

"All you're gonna do is get angry, throw a fit, then walk away. Save yourself a step."

"If you were sober we would've been making out by now. Save yourself the time wasted on being mad." He says. I start to walk towards him angrily until Devin picks me up and starts walking away from Zayn as a try to kick my way out.

"Sorry Zayn, but I'm not gonna let this happen." Devin shrugs.

"Devie let me go." I kick harder.

"Absolutely not." He stifles a laugh before letting me walk.

"I hate you." I pout.

"It's all good babe." He hums.

"I thought you didn't want us to get back together if he fucks up." I glare at him.

"Okay but you're drunk. You're not gonna make that decision for yourself this moment." He says louder.

"Says who?"

"Says your best fucking friend." He yanks my arm and I turn to look up at him. His features soften and he lets go of me. "I'm not gonna kiss you Mason."

"What?" I come back from zoning out and I'm inches away from his face. "Oh shit, I didn't know I-"

"It's okay." He looks away and continues walking and takes a swing of his beer. "You want any?"