The Boy I Used to Know

Chapter 5:

Stepping out onto the deck, everything was dark. Thankfully, Tony still had a death grip on my hand. We moved simultaneously, taking a few steps, until something barrelled into me yelling, "GOTCHA!"

I couldn't help the girlish shriek that left my mouth as we fell. I hit the ground hard, the breath getting knocked out of me. I could just tell I would be extremely sore tomorrow. I opened my eyes, to find that someone had turned the faerie lights on, and a pair of eyes about an inch from my own.

"Mason! What the fuck? " Tony yelled, as he pulled him off of me and helped me up. I winced as a shot of pain went through my shoulder. I would probably have a pretty nasty bruise in the morning.

Mason's eyes were lit up with concern, and he was rapidly babbling out a string of apologies. "Sorry, sorry sorry! I'm so sorry! I thought you were him, and I didn't know you were there. I just wanted to scare him. He was just going in for some drinks, and he said that he wasn't hooking up with anybody tonight and then you were on the ground. I'm so sor--

Tony cut him off before he decided to drop dead from lack of oxygen. "Dude, just shut the fuck up, would you?"

Get laid. Get rejected. Get painfully tackled. Check, check, and check. Tonight is turning out wonderfully.

I started to try and brush the dirt off of my clothes; try being the key word in that statement. I was pretty much covered in stains which would take some heavy-duting scrubbing on my part. Mason saw what I was doing to and had started to help without thinking about he was doing. He was patting the dirt off my butt, which was extremely uncomfortable for myself. 

Tony started chuckling. "You know, Mas, If you wanted some that badly, you could've gone inside  and easily found yourself a piece of ass instead of copping a feel on poor Ali here. "

Mason's bright blue eyes went wide, and a blush crawled up his neck.. He quickly pulled away from me, and put his hands up in a surrendering gesture. He stuttered, " I-I didn't--I wasn't,-" 

Tony was laughing so hard he'd doubled over.  I punched him in the shoulder.  "Shut up, Tony."

Looking at Mason I said, "Don't listen to him; he's an idiot." 

I grabbed Mason and Erik's idiot brother (it apparently ran in the family) by their hands, and had started to lead them back by the pool where Tony had said their friends were. Mason was still obviously embarrassed. I stopped walking for a second. Tony was still pretending to be mad at me for punching him. I ignored him and turned to the other boy. I smiled a bright, big smile and said to him, "Mason, you really don't have to worry about it anymore; Tony's just a big, stupid jerk." Tony took that as a cue to jut out his bottom lip. "A lovable jerk, but a jerk non-the-less," I mocked, sticking my tongue out at him.

"Come on, big boy, come give me a hug!" I said, opening my arms wide.

"Don't I get a hug, too?" Tony asked, giving me puppy-dog eyes.

"Nope," Mason stated. He smiled and wrapped his warm, muscular arms around my abdomen, and nuzzled my neck. "I've decided to keep her all to myself. And I'm not sharing with the likes of you"

I giggled as he started to kiss my neck. "You like that, huh?"

Tony was now glaring at us.

Playing along, I moaned and said, "Right there. Oh, Mason, I could just stay in your arms forever "

I was suddenly ripped  away from the boy whose arms were encircled around me, and was thrown over Tony's shoulder.  "Alright, enough of that."

"Tony! Put me down!" I yelled.  Mason was laughing. Asshole, I thought. And to think that I even tried to make you feel better about feeling me up. I flipped him the bird. 

"Nope. Sorry, but Ali's been a bad, bad girl."

 "Mason, help me!" He didn't help me. "You're a drunken bastard!"

He held his hands up in mock surrender, and said "Hey, I'm not the on who's got you over his shoulder. And normally, I would help you, but Tony is also a little drunk, and he might just knock the shit out me if I tried."

Tony muttered under his breath, "Damn straight."  I could just hear the smirk in his voice. I couldn't see it because my face was directly in front of his ass. It was a nice ass, though, so it wasn't a total loss. However, I would still prefer it if I was walking on my own because I'm not quite sure I could trust a buzzed Tony to carry me without doing something he would think was just hilarious. If he threw me in the pool, I would most definitely kill him. But I wasn't going to tell him that because if I did, he would do it, and then some poor old fisherman would find his body at the bottom of a lake and would be scarred for the rest of his life by the pale, lifeless face of an asshole who enjoyed throwing young, unsuspecting girls into swimming pools.