Chapter 9: Dreaming-2

"You look amazing! Mason will die when he sees you," Zoey elbows me, smiling. She was wearing a grey crop top with black ripped shorts, and she specially died a strand of her hair black for the party. "So do you! And thank you for doing my hair and makeup." "No problemo, sister. Now come on, let's get to this party." +++ We arrive at Mason's house, Zoey knew how to get there – I don't know how, but she did. "I'm nervous," I admit as we approach the front door. "Don't be, just have some fun – loosen up! You owe yourself a night off from all that studying." "How do I loosen up?" She laughs. "Drink a little, dance, kiss strangers; I don't know. Just have fun." I don't think i'll be doing anything on that list, but I decide not to tell her that. The door is open, the music blaring and teenagers are dancing everywhere, some drinking from bottles and cups, others sitting on the floor using their finger to draw shapes in the air. Oh god. This is not my scene. "There's Mason!" Zoey shouts over the music. She points across the room to where he is. He's talking to one of the other jocks, Rory, I think his name is. Should I go say hi? No, I don't want to interrupt his conversation. But today in chemistry he said he was excited to see me there. Maybe he changed his mind and i'll just annoy him by talking to him. "I can see those wheels turning in your brain," Zoey says, "You're overthinking, aren't you?" "Pfft, no," I lie. "Marnie, just go talk to him." I sigh. Maybe I should just do it... Hell no. "Okay," I say to Zoey then walk towards Mason. Once I look back and see that Zoey is now talking to a girl from school, I walk away from Mason and over to the seating area. My heart stops when I see Zeke sitting there, Isaac beside him. I don't know why my heart reacted the way it did, but if better stop. I mean, of course not stop. I don't want my heart to stop beating. I want it to stop reacting the way it has every time i've seen Zeke. Our eyes meet, and my heart stops again. Stop it. His eyes trail down my body in the sexiest way. Why am I suddenly feeling insecure. What if he thinks I look bad in this dress? Why do I care anyway? I walk over and take a seat next to him. "Nerd, what a surprise," he smiles. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be grounded." "Yes, I'm supposed to be. But I snuck out." "Zeeeke!" I whine, "that's bad!" "Yeah, dude," Isaac laughs, "That's fucking bad. How could you?" I roll my eyes, knowing he's mocking me. "Why are you even here?" I say to Zeke, "It doesn't seem like you and Mason like each other very much." "Nah, we're cool," he takes a drink from his bottle of beer. I notice Zoey in the crowd, taking a drink from someone's cup. Doesn't she know not to trust people who offer her a drink at parties? I groan, "I need to go." As I'm making my way over to Zoey, someone taps my shoulder. "Marnie?" I turn and am met with the grey eyes. "Hi, Mason," I smile. "Wow, you look amazing." "Thanks, so do you." I mentally face-palm. Why did I say that? I haven't even looked at what he's wearing. "Do you want a drink?" "No thank, I don't drink." He nods. "Wanna dance?" "I don't dance either." He frowns, "Please, just one dance?" How could I say no to those eyes? +++ A couple of hours pass, and what was just one dance with Mason, turned out to be dancing for half an hour. We were now in the kitchen, sitting at his glass table, me with a glass of water. "Tell me about yourself," he says. "What do you wanna know?" "Everything. Your favourite colour. Your favourite TV show. Your first kiss..." he trails off. "Yellow. And my favourite TV show... I don't know. There's so many. Teen Wolf. The Vampire Diaries. Criminal Minds." He smiles shyly, "I've never seen any of those shows." "Oh..." Awkward. "My first kiss," I move on, "Was in seventh grade. It was a dare, pretty crappy way to give your first kiss to someone. I wanted it to be with someone special." "That's usually what people say about losing their virginity." "I also want that to be with someone special." "You mean you're a virgin?" "Yeah," I take a drink of my water, feeling my cheeks heat up. "That's good. There aren't many of them left at our school," he laughs. "It's pretty cool that you've not gave yourself to some random douche." I smile, thankful that he didn't laugh in my face. We spend another hour talking, and I learn a lot about him. His favourite colour's green, he wants to be a soccer coach when he's older, he lives with his Mom and Dad, and younger brother and sister. "You wanna dance again?" He asks, standing up from the table. "Sure," I follow him back to the living room. I look at the couches when I walk by; Isaac isn't there anymore, but Zeke is. With a girl on his lap. Gross. Zoey stumbles over to me and grabs ahold of my arm. "Marnie!" She slurs, "there you arreee." "Zoe, are you drunk?" "Noooo." I look at Mason who's seems a little concerned. "I should get her home." He nods. "I'll help you get her outside." He puts his arms around her, helping her wobbly body walk outside. I lead him to where Zoey's car is parked and he lays her down in the backseats. "Thank you," I say gratefully, "And I'm sorry I didn't get to dance with you again." "Don't worry about it, there's always next time." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and steps closer to me. "I had a lot of fun with you tonight," he stares into my eyes. "You're different from other girls. I like that." My heart beat rises. Am I dreaming? He leans in and pecks my lips, then pulls back, waiting for my reaction. I stare wide-eyed at the popular boy standing before me, then smile, giving him the cue to kiss me properly this time. Yep, I'm definitely dreaming. +++