"You're drunk noah". I said with a blush tinted face.
" Thought you know I don't drink". He added keeping up with the argument. I rolled my eyes and scoffed "you don't drink... Tell that lie to someone else". He smirked " I really don't unlike you who kissed Ace when you were dead drunk".
I shrugged and frowned "don't make me remember things like that, it was the first time I was ever drunk". But I knew the reason behind those rash behavior. I was jealous. I couldn't tell him that I was jealous or I liked him.
"This place is getting pretty crowded and suffocating so, I thought let's go and take some air but here you are nearly killing someone". He rolled his eyes and said " Well, I earned some bruises too". And I scoffed "and you nearly killed him NOAH".
"Whatever princess, if you care for him so much go to him". He said with a gritted teeth. I sigh and rejoined "Well at least he is not dead and plus let's get you an aid okay".
He walked past a few people and signed with annoyance " You coming or you need a special invitation princess". I blinked rather very astonished and followed him. He led us to the second floor which was quite and completely secluded from the party. How big was this house.
The lights were dim and it rather seemed like a lonely house. " You're gonna have a hard time explaining this mess to your parents ". I said and he scoffed " If only they were here".
"I'm sorry". I quickly apologize thinking they must have passed away or something but he let out a giggle "Hey dumb princess they are alive just not around.. They are out for business trip and hardly at home".
I wish the floor could swallow me whole right now. " Oh! ".
Noah attends to a call which suddenly gets my mood a little sour as I figured who it could be. " Yea, let's me come and get you give me a min". He said to the other person in the next line. The feminine voice was not hard to catch but he hung up and rolls his eyes in distress. I raised a brow and asked "sup? ". He smirked " You wanna know". And I shrugged "no". I said lying and denying the fact.
" I gotta go get Ariana " He said while swiftly getting inside a room and I followed suit. It was his room a sporty touched clean black matress room which was spacious and had a full PlayStation. The windows were huge and there was a balcony attached with glass sliding door.
I scanned the room like it was some kind of museum. I had to capture all the sights in the room like my eyes were a camera.
He was already shirtless rummaging through his huge wardrobe. I kept gazing at his body until I averted my eyes as he got into a maroon red hoodie with an embroidery of the brand thrashers.
The maroon complimented his black jean and black jordans.
He flinched with the pain on his injured torn lip at the side. "Where is you first aid?". I questioned and he motioned his hand to the left corner of the room which i assume must be the bathroom.
I quickly got the first aid kit from the bathroom wardrobe and he was already sitting on the bed, too lazy while scrolling through his phone. I sat next to him and applying alcohol wipes on his cheek and torn lip while finally band aiding with a white patch on the cheek and wiping off the dried blood on his lip. For some reason I had this feeling that his eyes never left me and he kept gazing at me.
I was too occupied with the work. I did not have time to notice. "Done" I announced and he gets up "gotta go". He said and he seemed in a rush so I nodded " Yeah your girl is waiting". And trying so hard not to sound frustrated when he frowned more like a pissed and angry frown "she is not my girl".
I looked up at him with a raised brow and he scoffs " It's a one night thing and she just got attached".
"Fuck,... I don't do relationship". He said with his back facing me and left the room.
I sigh and all I could do was sigh.