Brian'd called me two times, annoying the crap out of me, ending our conversation with: if you call me one more time, I'm going to smash your head when I see you.

That was me.

The next person who called was Drake, who asked if I was ready, because he's waiting downstairs, in his car. I was late, as all my friend'd explained multiple times through the phone since I woke up.

Not my fault though, because I was tired from the game, that we'd lost to a team because we'd been careless. It also didn't settle well with me because it'd been the first game since the one I missed and coach wasn't happy.

I made sure to show him, that so was I. For some reason, I was tired before the game even began. The team notices, the opponent noticed and so did the audience. But, no one said anything.

"Finally," Drake shouted from his seat through the window as I shut the front door. 

Katie was already skipping up to the front seat with her grey dress that went up to her knees. I was glad that she decided to wear something decent this time. Glad that I didn't have to hate Mason all the time.

I got in the back and Drake drove out of the place, heading towards the party. The party, was at someone's house. Did I know this person? Yes, I probably did, but I was too tired to remember his face, or his name.

All I know is that every senior from our school was going to be there and it was one of the parties before the term ends. Katie demanded that I went with them, hence me sitting at the back of Drake's car while the two of them blasted some stupid song on the radio.

Listening to the horrid of it, reminded me the last time I heard one. I don't listen to music, unless I'm forced to or in a situation to.

The last time, it was both.

The football team and the music team went on a trip on Saturday, to the springs to have fun and bond. I'd tagged along, just for the fun of it, only to get stuck with someone I'd wished to ignore. 

The perfect Max Winters ended up sitting next to me, and he'd sung again.

I fell asleep as usual, but when I woke up, god just wasn't on my side.

The first thing I heard was a hoot, then felt a slight shake. When I opened my eyes, I was stuck on Max Winters's shoulder, while he was shoving Drake and Brian away in the most stiffest position ever. They were taking photos.

I was stuck on his shoulder because my neck was locked. You know that thing you get when you've been keeping your head in a way for too long that you find it hard to turn it back to normal without sending pain through the top half of your body? Yeah, that.

And Max being the perfect guy, he understand it and was moving away from my neck, twisting to help me.

I told him no.

For several reasons.

One, because I'd just come to acceptation that my brain's fucked up and I somehow, might actually have something... for him.

Two, because I'd just woken up from a dream I can't fully remember, but, shamefully, remember that Max Winters stared in it.

Three, the whole team was watching from the front.

But, of course the guy turned a blind eye to all of that, even though he only knew about one of them, and helped me out.

I knew it helped me out of the lock, but it was nowhere near saving me from whatever that was happening in the inside of me.

When he touched my face- okay, so he cupped it, like he was going to... kiss... me. And if that doesn't already make it worse, he started to rub his thumb on one of the veins, trying to relax the muscles.

I almost vomited when I realised what kind of noise I wanted to let out. I couldn't though, because of another set of several reasons. But god, I so badly didn't want to think what I'd thought: Max Winters was fucking good with his fingers.

"ALAN!"

I jumped, taking a deep breath. Looking around, I realised that I was in a car, with both my best friend and my sister staring at me. It took a second to realise that they looked like they were freaking out.

"What? What happened? Who died?"

Katie groaned, obviously giving up and getting out of the car. Oh, so we were already at the party. That was also when I realised the pounding loud noise which some people called music.

"Dude," Drake spat out, "no-one died, but you almost did."

My eyes widened, "wait, what?"

Drake got out of the car and I followed behind. "Yeah man, you went blank for a whole fucking minute or two. We started to freak out because you weren't responding."

I frowned at that. Okay, so it wasn't something bad like I'd thought, but had I really just blanked out? And thinking about... him?

"But I get it though... we weren't supposed to loose today but we did. Don't worry 'bout it, let loose. I'm sure we'll get the next one."

I let out a shake breath, nodding to the ground. He didn't need to know that's not why I was freaking out. I'd rather dig a whole and burry myself.

Drake led the way, unlike most of the time and once I was inside, I just wanted to run back out. I wasn't ready for the tightness, the sweat and the tire coming at me. I just wanted to be alone, lay on my bed drowning in misery, trying to forget the tingly feeling I get whenever I was next to him. Or thinking of him.

"I'm getting a drink, come on."

Drake led the way, bumping into people. Those who weren't smashed already waved and said hello. The others tried to rub themselves on me. The host, met us somewhere along the way only to run away when he got chased by some guy because he'd kissed his girlfriend.

I had a beer in my hand in a few seconds. I lost Drake straight after that. I was slamming my third bottle on the kitchen counter five minutes in.

Everyone around me did their own thing. A few girls waved, giving me seductive glances, which my tipsy ass pretended that he couldn't see. As I drank more, I was getting more depressed by the second.

I didn't know what to do, who to talk to, when to get out.

I was stuck.

I couldn't get my head straight. Huh, straight, who would've thought that I'd be correcting that?

All because of this one guy.

I couldn't get him out of my head. I mean, he was always in my... head, before, I guess. But I was starting to realise that, and it wasn't a good wakening.

I didn't want to think about him. I didn't want to think at all. But whenever I closed my eyes, he was there. Wherever I turned around, he was standing.

I knew that it was the alcohol then.

I could hear him in my head. Laughing. Telling me to shut up. Saying that he knew that there was something more.

Was there something more?

I mean, compared to all the girls I've kissed... oh, who am I kidding, they couldn't even be compared. And it freaked the hell out of me.

Then, somehow, my brain stared to work.

I couldn't believe that I almost lost myself. There was only one problem. I was hungry.

Starved, more like.

I just needed some sort of relief. Badly, because it's been long since I have, and the only person I've done something along the line of dirty was Max. That's why I was freaking out over him.

I just needed to find Sarah.

Pushing my way through the drunk people, I swayed up to the first girl I thought that looked like Sarah. I didn't have to talk. I just gave her my sexy smile and she bit her lips, inviting me over. I leaned in as fast as I can, sucking her lips as hard as I could. I almost, I said almost, ripped it off of her, but then, she didn't seem to mind.

Only when she moaned did I realise two things. I hadn't felt anything of what I'd felt when... he kissed me.

I didn't know that there could be a difference. I mean, they were all the same thing: a kiss. Two lips touching.

But, even my drunk brain could never forget the touch. Something that I was loosing because it'd been so long since. Something I didn't want to forget.

I pulled away, wiping my mouth, not caring if the girl saw. It seems she did, but she was more slammed to even care and just continued to the next guy who was standing next to her.

Wow, even drunk-ass me knew that she was going to regret that.

Ignoring her, my head spun, my body turning around, eyes flickering from one sweaty body to another. And just like that, as if he'd heard my summoning, there stood Max Winters.

Realisation number two.

Was I still drunk?

He was against a wall next to the stairs. His hands were tucked into his pockets and he looked as relaxed yet stiff at the same time.

He was alone, and the way he was staring at me told me that he saw everything. He didn't seem angry, and that alone angered me.

I snatched a bottle from a girl who walked by, sending her stumbling into someone else's dance. She didn't get to swear or hit me because I was already moving.

I gulped the rest of the liquor inside and blindly gave it to another drunk. Wiping the excess with the back of my hand, my made it up to him, right in front, all while, not taking my gaze off of him. I didn't want to.

If I did, I felt like I'd fall.

We were a step apart. I could feel his body heat over the thin shirt that had the first two buttons undone. Suddenly, I felt a little conscious about my clothing. I didn't let it show. My eyes, they left his to scan the rest of his face.

I couldn't stop myself as it slowly drank in the perfection of his neck, skin, jaw... it was too much. I couldn't just stand there and do nothing.

I snapped back to his eyes and realised that his had never left mine. I could hear the song getting louder, the place getting hotter and the rise of my heart beat.

So, without thinking for the first time, I reached for the back of his neck and pulled him down, reaching up before I slammed my lips against his.

And finally, amongst the multiple things I was feeling, including my heart bursting into flames, I was free.

Unlike the girl, with him, I was free. And I just wanted to hold onto him forever and never let go. He was perfect, and I couldn't help myself but let out a loud moan, almost drowning in ecstasy when he kissed me like he meant it, making sure to never put a space between our bodies.

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