Hard luck

***Matty's POV***

My mum is off at Steve's again. She is the most chilled out parent I could wish for and I can pretty much get away with most things, she can't really tell me what to do because she does all the same things I do. In fact this is her weed, I know where she puts it around the house. I better pick up some more from my dealer tomorrow I think idly.

Steve is like a step dad to me, but he never actually tries to take the place of a dad in my life, which I like. I'm old enough now not to need a "daddy figure".

I briefly wonder if Tay will meet my mum. All the others have, they all like her. I know what my mum will say if she does meet her. She'll turn to me smiling and say what a looker where did you find that one. Followed quickly by please don't break anymore hearts and I don't want pregnant girls lining up at my door.

I am getting pissed with Ross. It's like one girl finally looked at him and he's flaunting it for the whole world to see. He sits there, laying back with her in his lap and she's now stroking his hair with her free hand a shot in the other. He's lit up another rollie and I know he's going to start blowing smoke into her mouth again. I don't blame her really, Ross is good looking and he learnt lots of his moves from me.

She's talking openly with Brad. God not another one I'm gonna have to watch out for. Her delicate hands stroking Ross down his neck and playing with his hair. I've never been in this situation before, it's either I didn't care enough about any girl that I didn't even notice other guys hitting on her. Or it's that she's exceptionally receptive to guys. Maybe it's a bit of both.

I've zoned out of the game we're all playing and all conversations. I begin to wonder what Ross was doing with her upstairs in the bathroom. They were gone a while. It is making me jealous which is madness because I don't really know her. I wonder if he touched her, kissed her. I wonder if she ran her hands through his hair like she's doing now...

I wanted to go upstairs, but Rach kept going on about some shit and asked me to roll her a rollie. That one really is drunk. I'm gonna have to put her to sleep in the spare room and just hope she doesn't throw up.

I wasn't sure about Ross' intentions with the girl earlier and I know he was one step away from taking her home and having his way. I don't normally like having all nighters at my place but it was the better option. I'll have to see what I can do about Ross later. If I can, but looking at her now she is pretty much putty in his hands. I look at her legs crossed stretched out in front of her. How she hasn't got a boyfriend is unbelievable.

The bottle spins on me. That brings me back into the room. I hope it's her. I don't wanna kiss anyone else right now. I need her off of Ross' lap and if she kisses me I'll get her to myself at least briefly.

I think I acted coldly towards her before. But that's just the way I am. That's how I cope when I don't know what to do. I pulled away from the kiss before because it felt different when she kissed me. I wanted to touch her, and not just make moves on her like I do with most girls when I want something back from them.

The bottle lands on her friend Rhea. Hard luck. This is odd, I know the girl is with the guy she's been on all night. I kiss her all the same and then pull my shirt over my head making me shirtless.

Rach eyes my chest like I'm a piece of meat. I'm beginning to wonder if I could pull a move on her later. No. Would that be so wrong? She is quite drunk. We've been together before. It would be wrong to lead her on again.

I put some more wood on the fire. Resume looking back at Taylor. She's watching me, I catch her and she looks away. She's embarrassed I can sense it. I'm good with guessing how they feel.

"I'm going to riverbank" she tells Ross answering his questions. I want her to myself. Call me possessive, don't care. I want to ask her these questions.

"No fucking way" Brad says

"We're going there too! What are the odds."

Ross smiles broadly. I can sense him thinking this through, already.

"What are you all studying" she asks opening the question up to everyone.

"I'm doing photography and art" Brad takes the lead.

"I wanna be a tattoo artist" he adds

I know this already because he tattooed my back. A month ago.

"Stiffy here is studying music" Brad says for Steven.

"What about you" he enquires

"I'm studying dance, music like you" she nods at Steven.

"And media & film" she says

"Jheez that's a lot of courses" Brad comments

"what do you play" she asks Steven

"I'm a drummer, how about yourself? We might be in the same class" Steven smiles nicely at her

"Urm guitar, piano and violin" she replies shyly

Everyone's quiet. Rach and Pippa head to the loo. God there we go, one of them has had too much. I see Ryan pursue after them, he will sort them out.

"She's the real deal, great at all three and she sings" her mate chirps up.

She looks down shyly. I wanna hear her voice.

"I'm more into dance. Though really. I wanna be a dancer." She explains

"Well you're gonna have to show us your moves" Brad says. Leave her the fuck alone is all I can think.

She smiles not committing but not being rude either.

"How about you two Ross and you Matty" she tacks my name on.

"I'm studying English lit and psychology" Ross informs her and she is pleased. Damn him the smart prick.

"I'm studying media & film" I announce.

"looks like we'll be sharing classes" I say to her.

"Nice, what made you choose it? If you don't mind me asking" she asks interested in me.

"I like the practical side" I say and she smiles as if she knew that would be my answer.

"I like filming, setting up the shots and editing. I've got a few cameras if you wanna look" I say then tell myself to shut up.

"I'd like that" she says simply.

"Okay 1 shot each left" her friend comments.

"A few more goes left of the game" Brad says. Perv.

"Then we turn the music up and dance. And you know look at those cameras that Tarantino over there has" Brad laughs.