“You, since it’s your game ,” Charlie replied, pulling her down on his lap, and wrapping his arms around her.
“Okay, fine, I’ll start,” she said. “Dare.”
“I dare you to kiss Simone,” Charlie said without hesitation. Cassie rolled her e
yes and got up from his lap. Charlie watched with a grin on his face.
“Wow, we’re starting heavy already.” Trevor laughed.
When it came around to me, I refused and boos ensued. I was forced to take a shot of tequila. I choked back the shot, grabbing my beer to wash it down, rethinking my strategy. But I wasn’t the only one who refused to play. Nick passed as well with a full shot glass already in his hand. What I noticed was everyone was choosing me on purpose, and after the fourth shot I gave in.
If I took another shot, I was pretty sure it wouldn’t stay down. The next time it came around to me, I thought I would be smart and pick truth, since no one else had. Cassie had gone inside at that time to grab another bottle of tequila from her parents’ liquor cabinet.
“Is it true that you smacked Nick at Gravity over the weekend?” Rebecca asked, leaning in with a huge smile on her face. I gasped and totally wanted to deny it, but it was obvious some of them had seen me do it.
“Yes.” I blushed and glanced over at Nick, who smiled. “Your turn to pick someone,” Cassie said as she sat down. I looked around the table, trying to decide who I would pick.
“Charlie, truth or dare?” I asked.
“Truth.” He smirked. I had no idea what to ask him because I honestly didn’t care.
“What was the most dishonest thing you have ever done?” I asked, sipping my beer.
He thought about it for a minute, then smiled and replied, “When I was eighteen, I slept with my best friend’s sister.” He laughed. Everyone laughed while booing him.
I pulled my legs up, hugging them against my chest. The alcohol was kicking in real good now. At one point I couldn’t stop laughing, and when someone else chose me again and I took a shot, most if it didn’t make it in my mouth. Embarrassed, I wiped my chin and neck with the sleeve of my sweater. The next time my name was called, I chose dare, I didn’t want to admit to any more truths about myself. Rebecca’s smile widened, and she looked over at Nick, then back at me. Rebecca was more interested in what I would do than anyone else.
“I dare you to kiss Nick.” Everyone hooted and hollered. “But it has to be with tongue and for five minutes.” She added with a big grin. I stopped laughing and cleared my throat.
Why Nick? I thought to myself. I focused on the bottle of tequila, trying to decide if I could handle another shot without throwing up.
“You can decline, but you have to take a shot or be thrown in the pool,” Cassie reminded me. I looked over at the pool and sighed.
“At least it’s heated.” Someone laughed. I was foolish to not end the night before something like this happened.
“She doesn’t have to do it.” Nick leaned forward in his chair. With a glare shot in Cassie’s direction, I slowly balanced
myself, and then walked over to Nick. He anxiously watched me, his lips wet and ready.
“You don’t have to do it,” he repeated.
“What’s the problem? You don’t want me to kiss you?” I asked, tilting my head slightly. His lip twitched as he smirked. We stared at one another for a long nervous moment, the cold air catching our shallow breaths. I kept my eyes on his him, trying to forget that anyone else was there. His eyes were glossy and his lips were slightly parted. I inched closer, and then straddled him on the chair.
Everyone cheered. My heart fluttered as his hands began to slide up my legs, stopping on my hips.
“Five minutes, tongue and all, or it doesn’t count,” Rebecca repeated. I nodded, not taking my eyes off Nick. Nervously, I leaned forward, sliding my hand up the front of his shirt to his face, slowly inching closer dragging my thumb across his bottom lip. Then I kissed him, and my cheeks burned as he willingly kissed me back. His hands tangled in my hair, his tongue parting my lips, both of us gasping and gripping each other’s body tighter. I tried to ignore the chanting and cheers behind me, but it was difficult. At one point we were both trying not to laugh. It was when the cheering stopped and I heard Mason speak that I pulled away gasping.
“Well, what do we have here?” Mason asked.
“Mason, I didn’t realize you were coming.” Cassie jumped to her feet. I tried to get off Nick’s lap but stumbled back down on him. Mason looked right at me with a look of disgust on his face.
“Well, I saw all the cars out front and figured you may have forgotten to tell me about your little—soiree,” he said, looking around at all the faces.
“I guess your invitation got lost in the mail,” Cassie replied with a shrug.
“I guess so,” he sneered. I wiped my mouth and tried again to get to my feet. “Oh, don’t stop because of me,” he said, walking over, glaring at us. Mason’s eyes followed me as I walked over to my chair. When I glanced up at him, his lip twitched angrily.
I honestly didn’t know what he expected from me because he clearly told me that he didn’t do relationships. I was single and just because he didn’t do relationships, didn’t stop me from having one. He had no say in my actions, and apparently, neither did I, tonight. “So”—he clapped his hands together—“what are we playing?” he asked.