“‘M’ fine, need-“?
“You need to go upstairs and-“?
He snorted hard, attempting to grab at the shot in my grasp without success.?
I sighed “do I need to drag Stryker down here?”?
“Nuh uh”?
“I think I do”?
“Screw you”?
“Danes, you’ve drunk enough to get yourself into a state like this, and you’ll sure as hell regret it tomorrow. Please-“?
“Wan’ another-“?
“Forget it”?
“But-“?
“You shouldn't even be in here, you’re sixteen, I’m surprised this dude is even-“?
“Didn’t ask”?
“He should have”?
“Well hedi’nt” then he began scanning the place
“What now?”?
“Needa distraction”?
“You're not hooking up with anyone tonight. You’re going upstairs” Igave a frustrated sigh. “I’m not putting up with this.” I muttered, trying to sound harsh “up. Now.” I grabbed him bythe arm and began dragging him towards the stairs as he tried to fight my hold, not caring that we were making a scene. He eventually decided to give up squirming, seeing that it was a lost cause and allowing me to drag him along. He leaned into me and I had to put an arm around his waist to hold him up, hand brushing his side where his shirt had ridden up slightly. I felt Theo shiver at the touch.
When I began unlocking his room door he startled into awareness.
“Stryker’s not-?”
“I know.” I muttered. I dragged Theo to the bedroom and shut the door.
“Come on. Bed.”
Theo stared at me for a long moment. I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow, trying to show him that I wasn’t messing around.
“You’resooohot.” Theo said.
Thattook me off guard “I- what?”
“You’re hot.” He repeated.
He was drunk. He was drunk and-
I almost yelped in surprise when Theo grabbed the front of my shirt and began walking me backwards towards the wall.
“So bossy…an’ boring.”
“I know.” I answered,voice sounding hoarse to my own ears.
