Last Night - (A Kindergarten AU)

Chapter Eight - Alone time

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"This is sick! How did you know about this place?" Carla looked around the room in awe, she had never seen anything like this before. The walls were covered in various tapestries, covering the bland white wallpaper underneath while the off-white carpet was mainly took up by a large sofa filling up the majority of the room. A large tv screen was positioned directly in front of the sofa so it almost gave a cinematic experience.

"I know many things, Dominguez." He grinned as he watched her agape mouth open further as he lead her outside onto the back patio. There were fairy lights rimming the gazebo they were under and a picnic bench was situated in the centre, perfect for the two of them.

"I'm glad we're away from the music, and all the people as well. I was already sick of them as soon as I walked through the door." She laughed and flicked her long dark hair away from her face.

"Tell me about it, if I had to watch Jerome waste his feelings away in the kitchen for another second I would've booked him an AA meeting." He joked which caused Carla to laugh harder.

"That guy must have a liver of steel I'm telling you, i can barely stomach 3 vodka oranges." She rolled her eyes at her friends drinking habits.

"No wonder, vodka orange sucks ass." Monty grimaced at the thought of the horrific concoction.

"What?! How dare you say that when you're drinking straight whiskey! That's a crime in itself." Her jaw opened wide and she giggled in shock.

"It gets the job done! Look, just try some." He offered the cup to the girl across from him and she reluctantly took it, screwing up her face when she got a whiff of the strong scent. She took a small sip and nearly spat it out. "That, is fucking vile."

Monty laughed hard at her displeased reaction, so hard that he started to turn red in the face before he felt a smack on his right arm.

"Don't laugh at me, how can you drink that?!" She widens her eyes in fear.

"It's nice, easy." He shrugs, still grinning at her face.

"And it also costs $40 a bottle." She folds her arms, "See this," She gestures to her cup, "This is cheap, easy and doesn't taste like nail polish remover."

"I'd rather pay $40 for a bottle of something I like, then $5 for some fucking juice and then $15 for a bottle of vodka and for it to taste like shit." He smiled cynically for a moment and then frowned again.

"Try it, then maybe i'll listen to your opinion." She smirked as she pushed her cup towards him.

"I already know i'm not going to like it." He said in a sing-song voice as he backed away onto the edge of his seat, as if the cup was going to jump out and attack him from where he was sat before.

"Try. It." She inched closer towards the table and shoved the cup further infront of him.

Something about her talking to him in that tone made him feel something. Even just the way she looked at him, surely that wasn't how friends look at eachother? There must be something there. There has to be! Why else would she be sat here with him, alone bickering with him about their drinks of choice. Friends do not do that.

..Does he like her more than a friend?

"Okay, okay i'll try it." He chuckled and took a sip of the drink wearily, swallowed it and put the cup down. And surprisingly it's was not bad, "I take it back, you were right."

"I'm always right, Montgomery." She smirked in victory and downed the rest of the drink with ease, "Bet you can't do that with your whiskey." She mocked.

"You've got me there." He smiled back in return and took a small sip of his drink.

They stare at eachother for a while, their smiles growing every few seconds and their faces getting redder and redder. Monty cheeks blushed a light rose colour whilst Carla's faded into a deep maroon.

Friends don't do this, she thought

Friends don't blush at eachother, he thought

Friends don't stare at eachother whilst they both have growing grins plastered along their faces.

No.

Friends don't do this.

They were more than friends.

But, what were they then?

"Uh, should we- go back? The others must be looking for us." Monty suggested.

"Who cares, they're probably all hooking up because they're either drunk or high out of their minds." She snorted "Plus, I like this little spot and you aren't bad to talk to." She punches him lightly in the bicep.

"Wow, that's the nicest thing you've said to me since we started talking. I'm touched." He faked a gasp and clutched his heart dramatically which earned him a harder punch in the opposite bicep.

"Don't push your luck Montgomery." She scowled jokingly before relaxing her face back to normal and resting her head in her hands, looking directly into Monty's eyes which caused him to feel his face turn read and turn away.

"What's up with you? Can't hold a little eye contact with a girl?" She teases and pokes him.

"I can thank you very much." He says, still not facing her.

"Then look at me." She teased, sounding much closer to him than before.

Monty whipped his head around faster than the speed of lightning to see the girl had somehow managed to move from her seat and stand right next to him without making a sound to alert him. He was both impressed and flustered all at once.

Carla was now sat right next to him, their legs brushing eachother. Both of their lips were centimetres away from eachother and they could feel the warmth from each others breath. Their gaze locked once more, staring deeply into each others eyes.

Was this really about to happen??

The two had hated eachother since Kindergarten, I mean, being business rivals an all.

They knew it was wrong, yet it felt so so right. Neither of them wanted the moment to end.

As soon as their lips were about to meet, they heard the patio door slam open.

"What's good guys?!" They both jumped out of their seat to look at the person infront of them.

Low and behold was party boy Jerome holding about 3 bottles of tequila and 2 large bottles of apple sourz in his hands, swinging them round like a maniac.

Carla jumped up from her seat so fast it was like she was never there in the first place, she awkwardly waved to Jerome whilst frantically pulling out a cigarette and a lighter from her pocket and flicking it desperately.

Monty also hopped out from under the picnic table and went to go talk to his friend and try take a couple of drinks from him before Jerome's liver gave out from all the alcohol.

The ginger looks towards his best friend and imagines hitting him repeatedly with a chair, and then stomping on his head until he's bleeding out if his ears. Because now there is absolutely no chance Monty is gonna make a move on Carla. Thanks a lot Jerome, thanks A LOT.

"Jerome, you really need to stop with the drinking bro." Monty said, who tried to keep his cool whilst he looked concerningly at his best friend, who could barely stand up.

"Oh shut up Monty. You're boooooringg." He whined, clinging on tighter to all the bottles he was holding.

"If boring means not drowning out my problems through alcohol then I am very boring, now come on you need to sober up." He raised his eyebrows in disappointment.

Monty waved goodbye to the Latina and winked in her direction seductively, causing her to roll her eyes and aggressively pretend to pull her middle finger out of her pocket, which earned a laugh from the boy opposite her.

He had more time to think about Carla later. Right now, he needed Jerome to be sober so he could know whether or not he saw his and Carla's shared moment, because if he had he would never hear the end of it.

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