It takes everything within me not to stomp over to them and rip his filthy arm out from around her. It makes me sick to see his hands on her, and even more sick to watch her blue eyes gazing up at him as if he is the center of the goddamn world. How can she be so blinded by him? He doesn't care about her, not the way that I do. Nobody cares about her like I do.

"Dude, I'm telling you it will work." Jordan whispers to me. I know his plan will work, I'm just debating on if it's worth it. If Haven finds out, she's going to hate me forever but if she doesn't Taylor will be out of commission for the rest of the night and Haven will come back to me, I know she will.

"Your taking the blame if she catches us?" I confirm, as my eyes meet hers from across the room and my heart pounds in my chest. A simple look. A simple thought. That's all it takes for my heart to react like this.

"Yeah, I got you man. It's my fault he's here anyways."

"I need to piss." Taylor's stupid voice reaches my ears and I watch her face fall into a pout when he stands from the couch.

"Distract her." I growl when I see Taylor place his red solo cup on the edge of the pool table.

"Your ridiculous!" Jordan pounces on Haven and the room fills with her beautiful giggles and shrieks as he attacks her with tickles. I move quickly, covering the distance of the room in three short strides, and pulling the mickey of Everclear from my back pocket. I twist the cap off, the smell of the harsh alcohol greets my nose instantly and I pour three large glugs into Taylor's cup.

"Don't ruin my buzz." Haven demands as she pushes Jordan away from her. I quickly turn from view, twisting the cap back onto the bottle of Everclear just as Taylor emerges from the bathroom. I grab his cup off the pool table, hiding the bottle at my side.

"Here man, I bet you can't chug that whole thing." I challenge him, knowing he won't turn down a challenge made by me.

"I bet your wrong!" Taylor raises the drink to his lips, and chugs back the alcohol mix, cringing with each gulp. I bet that drink is a hell of a lot more strong then he remembered. My eyes meet Jordans, who raises his eyebrows to silently question me, I smirk back and slide the bottle of Everclear back into my pocket.

Let's see how long it takes for Taylor to be passed out drunk...