CHAPTER 22: Don't, Levi. Don't. Dammit, me!

We reach Liam's bar that's only a few blocks away from the dorm by eleven. The party's already started and the American style bar and lounge is already packed with a lot of people. I get so excited as I spot so many familiar faces.

We immediately walk around to greet people. We chat and exchange news about each other while Allen, being all friendly and a perfect socialite, is already acquainted with lots of people. After we congratulate Liam, me and the boys, excluding Allen who's busy chatting and getting to know people, settles ourselves in a booth Liam saved for us in the corner. I keep my eyes on Allen. Even though he probably knows no one, he's already engaged in a lengthy conversation with a small group of people. He doesn't look awkward at all and somehow, I feel kind of proud seeing him that way.

I scoff at myself and immediately shake off that feeling and distract myself by chatting with my gang. I turn to Chuck when he taps my shoulder and hands me a glass of God knows what.

"Thanks," I smile at him, sitting up so he can sit on my spot while I look for another empty spot. I find one opposite him and about to head there when Chuck suddenly pulls my hand and urges me to sit on his lap. I roll my eyes at him while he just grins. I sigh and settle myself on his laps.

I shift a little on Chuck's laps. Somehow, strangely, this time, I feel slightly uncomfortable sitting like this with Chuck. It used to feel so normal. Strange maybe, for others' eyes. But not for me or Chuck. Not even for Marsha. It always feels normal, almost natural for us to act like this. Me sitting on Chuck's lap, hugging him, kissing him. Him hugging me, kissing me. But now I feel something else. Worry? Guilt? Fear? The reason being? I ask myself and let my gaze strays to the answer.

Yep. He's looking straight here. I thought as I caught Allen's eyes staring at me. He's currently chatting with a bunch of girls and some guys. I can feel myself shuddering under the intense gaze he flashes me every once in a while.

"Cold?" Chuck asks, shifting me closer to him as he wraps his arms around me. I shake my head, eyes still on Allen who's smiling to a girl as he pats her head. His eyes fall on me again. I can feel them burn. I bite my lower lip. I can sense a new feeling building deep inside of me. A raging jealousy that's very new to me and makes me uncomfortable.

I scoff at myself and shift my body so instead on Chuck's laps, I sit on the couch between his legs, facing sideways. My legs sprawl over Mason's thighs and I rest my head on Chuck's chest. Chuck, unconsciously, plays with my hair with one hand while the other uses my stomach to rest the hand that's holding his glass. His chin casually rests on top of my head. I feel comfortable in a second. That's before once again my gaze fell on Allen.

Allen's no longer smiling. His gaze fixated on me. Intense. Burning. I shudder again, suddenly feeling slight fear. I unconsciously shift myself so I'm practically sticking on Chuck. All these new feelings make me so uncomfortable. I keep biting my lip and I really need to stop doing so or else it'll bleed soon.

"You okay?" Chuck asks, looking down at me. I bite my lower lip, again, and nod. I'm afraid to take my eyes off of Allen who's no longer looking at me. Some guy has gotten his attention and the two of them are currently talking right now.

I mentally slap myself and thought 'Whatever'. I finally look away, after giving Allen a stern look and a smirk. I settle myself more comfortably against Chuck and start drinking and chatting with my gang members.

I won't care what he does. He's not mine and I am sure as hell that I am not his so I'll just do whatever the fuck I want and he can do whatever the fuck he wants.

As it turns out, it was the best decision to leave the driving to me. A little after midnight, those boys were already so tipsy they even danced and sing along to Taylor Swift (how did they know the lyrics anyway?) and grinding chicks like a pervert (which they are and which I don't condone, ever). It's currently way past three in the morning now and I am currently struggling to take (throw) the boys, one by one, into the car so we can all go home.

It was proven to be quite a task for me to do alone so, even though Allen's also pretty drunk, I got him to help me hauling these guys' asses into the car. After that we both struggled to get each and every one of them into my room, going back and forth a few times. Exhausting. I'm gonna have to ask them for some kind of payment or something. It's already way after four when all eight of them are finally in my room, occupying every inch of it, snoring loudly.

Chuck's on my bed (of course). Akira and Mason share the couch. Scooter and Kwangin take up the space by the foot of the bed while Andy, Jordan and Carter sprawled on the living room floor. I cover them with blankets and bed covers because I'm nice like that. Heh heh heh.

I sigh tiredly before finally taking off my shoes. I then turn awkwardly towards Allen who's been quiet all along. "Umh..." is all I can muster up to say. He stares at me before grabbing my hand and out the door. He closes it and locks it with his key before dragging me to his room.

"Slowly." I say to him. "My head hurts." I tell him and he immediately turns to me. "I drank too, if you forgot." I reminded him. He opens his mouth and closes it again, letting me inside his room without a word.