I hand the near-empty bottle to Lake who finishes the rest of it.
“Let’s play spin the bottle,” Brett slurs, sitting on his ass between my beanbag and Ronnie’s. His washboard abs that just don’t match his chubby face crease as he brings his knees up and rests his wrists on them. “There are a few good-looking men in here tonight I wanna lock lips with.”
“Not a fucking chance,” Lake states and Brett makes kissy faces at him.
I look at Cella who is already cozying up with a guy who followed Brett into the room. Jesus. This is about to become an orgy.
It usually does though. I don’t know why I’m so surprised.
Looking at my straight-edge stepbrother though has me feeling slightly embarrassed by the company I keep. I’m one of those that doesn’t really give a fuck what people think yet at the same time I have this deep need for people to like me, even people I don’t particularly like myself. I’m a mess.
“I want to play spin the bottle,” Rita announces, eyeing the man beside me like the slut she is.
I glare at the blonde-haired beauty and imagine ripping her hair out with a thousand tiny wax strips. It makes me feel a little bit better.
“Let’s do it then,” Lake agrees, shocking me.
“There’s an ample-size closet through there, why not make it a game of heaven?” Rita adds and I’m fucking reeling. I feel eyes on me but I can’t say shit. I’m not about to cause a scene.
“You’re cool with it, aren’t you, babe?” Lake asks but I know he’s pressing to see how I’m going to react. He doesn’t have a fucking clue if I’m cool with this or not.
“Yeah, totally,” I blatantly lie, hoping he sees through it and changes his mind and I notice Cella’s and Travis’ eyes fly my way. They saw through it, or Cella did. I don’t know about Travis, he probably just thinks I’m a massive whore.
“Why don’t we play truth or dare?” Cella asks, looking at me but it doesn’t matter what game we play. Lake has already fucked it. I know that if his spin landed on Rita he wouldn’t hesitate to spend those seven minutes alone with her.
“Oooh, yes! Somebody dare me to kiss Lake,” Brett begs and places the bottle in the middle. “I’ll spin first!”
“I need more booze for this,” Cella’s new man mutters and Brett points to a cabinet by the door.
The auburn-haired hottie rummages through before returning with a bottle of tequila. I’m going to be fucked if I keep drinking that shit so I pass it on.
Brett, happy that everyone is settled, spins the bottle and we all wait with bated breath as it starts to slow and finally, lands on Cella.
“Ooooh, Cella had too many fellaaaaa!” Brett cries, mimicking an accent I can’t place. “Anybody got one for our designated school whorebag?”
“Hey,” she whines, pouting. “That’s Bris’ title.”
I throw my head back and laugh at that as Brett scans the circle.
“Come on, I’m no good at daring girls, help me out,” he begs.
“Make out with Raven,” Ronnie pleads, looking far too excited.
I look at Cella and we both shrug. We’ve been making out since fifth grade, not a big deal.
The boys in the room all shift as Cella crawls over to my beanbag, her plump lips tilted at the edges, her eyes wild with a crazy look of absolute abandon. She gives no fucks and neither do I.
“Fuck it,” I say and I’m only vaguely aware of phones being pulled out as she cups my cheeks and presses her lips to mine.
“Fuck yes!” Ronnie cries when her tongue parts my lips. She tastes like tequila and weed. Not a bad combination at all but kissing girls does very little for me.
After a few more seconds she pulls back and we both laugh before she crawls back to her seat.
Lake adjusts his visible erection and Rita looks positively frosty.
Stepdork is looking everywhere else but even in the dim lighting I notice his flushed cheeks. That kid blushes too much. I wonder if he’s ever been kissed, let alone anything else.
“My turn,” Ronnie says and leans forward to spin it.
It lands on Depp and Ronnie commands, “Do a body shot off Brett.”
Depp looks positively horrified and I wonder if he’ll ever forgive Ronnie for this.
Brett dives into the middle of the floor, lies flat on his back and yells, “TAKE ME, LOVER!”
Jesus fucking Christ. I die of laughter so hard I pray I don’t start crying. I don’t want massive streaks of black down my face.
“Ugh,” Depp mutters but he does his dare like a champ with only minimal gagging and a ton of hollering and cheering from the rest of us.
When two turns pass and it comes to Stepdork to spin, he proves his dorkness by passing his turn. “I’m not playing, just observing.”
“Get the fuck outta here,” Brett says loudly. “You play you stay, say no, you go.”
Stepdork looks to me for help.
I shrug. “You’re just spinning it, Trav, and making up a dare.”
“Trav?” Lake asks, hissing in my ear as his hand draws gentle patterns on my thigh. “You friends now?”
“Nope. Definitely not.”
“Okay,” Travis mutters and reaches forward. He spins the bottle and the room falls silent until finally, it lands on Lake. Travis hesitates and his big hazel eyes scan the room. “I don’t know what to dare.”
“Just make him do the thing that’ll cause him the most discomfort,” Cella instructs and he pleads with her with his eyes.
He wets his lips and looks at me, then at Lake, then around the room before blowing out a breath and finally saying, “Fine. Make out with Rita.”
My heart cracks in two. Not because I’m in love with Lake or anything but because of the betrayal. There’s certainly no love lost between Stepdick and me but this just goes against everything.
“When in Rome,” Lake announces far too eagerly as he meets Rita in the middle.
“You’re an absolute cunt,” Cella whispers and Travis doesn’t change his blank-faced expression. If her words affected him, or the look I’m giving him right now, I’d never know about it.
Lake and Rita meet in the middle and their mouths move together. They groan and grope for the longest fucking time and I know now that I am definitely done with him.
When he returns to my side with a dazed look in his eye, I don’t separate us. I don’t want to give anyone the satisfaction of thinking I’m hurt by his or Travis’ actions.
Instead I take a massive gulp of tequila and hand the bottle to Brett as Cella leans forward to spin the bottle. Again it doesn’t land on me. I drink more tequila and silently seethe as her auburn-haired hottie spins it and it misses me again.
But then, after a little patience and fake laughing from time to time, it’s finally my turn and let’s just say I have perfected the art of spinning the bottle.
It twists, the sound of the glass on the wooden floor penetrates the silence.
It stops, directly on Travis and he gulps as his wide eyes come to me.
Cella, knowing my mad bottle-spinning skills, raises a brow at me and flashes her eyes. She knows I’m going to humiliate him and I’m going to love every second of it.
“I really don’t want to play,” he says, but it’s too late.
“No choice now, Stepdork, you’re in the game.” I smile evilly. “Stand up and show everybody your dick.”
Brett sprays a mouthful of tequila as laughter roars around us.
“Prove to us your balls have dropped.”
“I bet he doesn’t even have any pubes,” Lake calls and more laughter follows.
Travis wets his lips and his cheekbones go slightly pink. He’s shaking, from anger or fear I don’t know.
“What’s my forfeit?” he asks and we all look at each other.
Nobody has ever forfeited before.
It’s Brett that slams his hand on the ground and yells, “You have to kiss your sister!”
I whip my head round. “What the f
uck, dude?”
“That’s sick,” Lake puts in.
“It’s not like they’re even related.” Brett shrugs. “Besides, who’s betting it’s his first kiss? Show us your cock or fuck your sister’s mouth with your tongue. What’s it going to be, Travis?”
“Why am I being punished?” I cry, kicking Brett’s knee with the toe of my pumps.
Travis looks to be contemplating his options, when he glances to the door Lake shakes his head.
“Don’t even try it. If you leave without picking one, we’ll tell everybody we caught you blowing Brett in the closet.”
Brett laughs even harder.
I almost feel bad for Travis.
“It’s not fair though, his first kiss gets to be with someone like Raven. It’s not exactly a hardship,” Cella calls, having my back as always. “Look at her. It’ll ruin her rep if word gets out that she kissed him.”
“You’re all sick in the head,” Travis mutters, looking at me again as though he can’t believe I’ve done this to him. And not the other way around.
“Just show us your dick,” Brett suggests.
Ronnie adds, “It’s just a dick, Travis, it’s not a big deal.”
“Not unless he’s got something to hide?” Depp laughs.
“Whatever,” Travis murmurs and reaches for the button of his jeans.
He yanks it free and I can’t look away. None of us do. We should, but I can’t believe he’s actually doing it and I don’t think the rest of us can either.
Finally, he tugs them down with his thumbs, taking his black boxer briefs with him and it’s Cella that mutters, “Holy shit.”
“Boy’s got a dick,” Brett puts in, sounding as gobsmacked as Cella.
He sure has.
I look away before I burn it to memory but it’s too late. Even flaccid you can see he’s got some serious length and width and his balls have definitely dropped. He’s even neatened up his dark curls and I’m never going to be able to not see his dick when I look at him now. I shouldn’t have looked.
Nobody says anything because none of the guys in here have a cock like that and I know Lake is silently seething beside me.
I wonder what it looks like hard.
No, I do not wonder that. Not at all. EWWW.
“Moving on,” Brett mutters, looking slightly bashful. “My turn.”
“Nah, let’s just get back to the party. I want to dance,” Cella announces and I’m grateful for it.
“Me too,” I say, standing immediately and taking Cella’s hand.
“Me three,” Ronnie announces and Lake’s arm comes around my waist to stop me from going anywhere.
He kisses the shell of my ear and whispers, “There’s a room next door with our name on it.”
His lips trail down my neck and his fingers stroke the skin beneath my bra and above my shorts.
“Why don’t you take Rita?” I ask harshly on a hiss. “We both know that’s who you really want to be with.”
I pull away before he can stop me and storm on ahead, dragging Cella with me by her arm.
We hit the kitchen, drink more beer, then hit the dance floor but I’m just not into it anymore. I don’t want to be here anymore. I feel sick about what transpired upstairs between Lake and Rita, the passion they displayed was fucking brutal to watch.
And the fact he doesn’t follow me down is just the nail in the coffin.
“More tequila?” Brett asks, his concerned eyes on my face as we dance in the middle of the dance floor.
I nod. “More tequila.”
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Travis asks, gripping my wrist as I bring the bottle to my hand.
“Fuck off, traitor,” I snarl, yanking free and downing two disgusting gulps.
“Wooooo!” people around me cheer and I grab the first guy I can reach, a dude called Dean, and we grind up on each other like fucking animals.
I feel powerful, I feel sexy, I feel so fucking drunk I can’t see straight.
Cella disappears with the auburn-haired hottie but I’m fine. I’m in my element right now, on a coffee table dancing without inhibition. Eyes are on me, hands are on me.
I drink more, and more and more, until nothing feels anything now.
It’s just nothing. On nothing. With nothing.
Hands are on my body, lips are on my lips, the entire place is a fucking blur of limbs.
“That’s enough!” I hear as the bottle is yanked out of my hands and thrown away and hands leave me. “Back up.”
I stumble as I’m pulled harshly to the side.
“Byeeeee!” I call as we reach the exit and the warm night air hits me, making my head spin even worse than before.
My knees buckle and whoever has me, really has me because I don’t fall and neither do they.
“Jesus, Raven,” a male voice says softly. “You’re almost dead. I shouldn’t have let you drink so much.”
“Lemme go… I can walk…”
He ignores me and I peer up with hazy eyes. I can just make out hazel irises behind thick glasses but I stumble again.
“Stupid shoes,” I murmur and cling onto his shirt. His arm is under mine, around my waist and I can see him holding his keys in his other hand.
When I stumble again I feel my feet leave the ground and my head lolls onto a shoulder. He’s so warm and comfortable right now.
“Why don’t you wear aftershave?” I slur.
His monotone voice replies, “Do I smell bad?”
I press my nose to his neck and inhale. He shivers, his arms that are holding me with ease seem to tremble and I hear his breath leave him. “No. Not at all.”
“So why do I need it?”
“I don’t know. Just an observation.” My words are tremendously slurred, even to my own ears. “Dude, I’m wrecked. I need a burger.”
He sighs and my feet find the floor again but as the heel of my shoe is hanging off, I fall for real, pulling him down with me this time. We land between two cars, him on the ground and me mostly on him.
I laugh like a maniac as the world spins around me. I’m starting to feel sick, and so fucking tired.
“Let’s just stay here until morning,” I mumble, nuzzling my cheek into his chest.
He doesn’t reply, but even if he did I wouldn’t have noticed. My eyes close and don’t reopen.
I wake up to the sound of birds chirping and the feel of a soft breeze against the skin of my lower back.
I don’t feel as bad as I should considering how much I drank. My mind is piecing bits back together now. I like to shuffle my memories into correct order before I open my eyes.
Last I remember is falling asleep on the ground.
I was wasted. So fucking wasted.
I open an eye and then the other as I take in my room. The drapes are closed but the windows are open. I feel the clothes I was wearing last night still on my body, minus my shoes. I’m splayed on my belly on my bed, the quilt is on the floor somewhere.
Groaning, I roll onto my back and move to throw my arm over my eyes but I startle when I feel a denim-clad leg against my bare thigh.
“Fuck,” I curse and sit up suddenly to look at a soundly sleeping Stepdork.
His glasses are on the bedside table, atop a pile of magazines, his hair is a mess on his head, his shirt is unbuttoned to the middle. I take note of the empty plastic bowl that Shonda uses for baking on his lap, over his groin. His groin that I saw last night at the party.
His lips part slightly as he lets out a little sigh. He can’t be comfortable, he’s sleeping in a seated, slouched position with about four pillows behind his back. Looks like he fetched some from his room because mine aren’t dark blue.
Why is he in here?
I push my hair from my face and give his shoulder a prod with the tip of my finger. I do it again when he doesn’t stir and he blinks rapidly and yawns broadly.
“Why are you in my room?” I ask as he looks around, seeming to be as confused as I feel.
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bsp; He looks at the bowl and light hits his eyes. “I was worried you’d choke on your vomit in your sleep.”
“I vomited?” Oh God no. My hand flies to my mouth. “I’m not normally a puker, I’m sorry.”
“No, you didn’t, but the state you were in I wouldn’t have been surprised. I didn’t want to take any risks.”
My lips part as I look at him through new eyes, as though seeing him for the first time. “After everything last night you sat up with me all night to make sure I didn’t die?”
He looks away and reaches for his glasses. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Yeah, actually, it kind of is.” I follow him to my door, grabbing my fluffy towel as I go. “Thank you for getting me home safely, Trav.”
Turning, he looks at me as though gauging my sincerity. “No problem.”
“And I’m sorry for putting you on the spot like I did.”
He shifts uncomfortably. “I was hoping you’d forgotten that part.”
“No, but I won’t bring it up again.”
After an awkward pause, he sighs, “You know I only dared Lake to do that because he’d been mouthing stuff to Rita all night? I could see him telling her to meet him in the bathroom later. He was so blatant about it.”
“I don’t care what Lake does, but I appreciate you having my back in your own weird way.” I pat his cheek and move to the bathroom.
“Why are you sleeping with him if you don’t care about him?”
I raise a brow over my shoulder. “Because sex is fun, Travis.” I grin and his cheeks pink. “You should try it sometime.”
“But you looked really annoyed with him after he kissed her and you drank so much.”
“I always drink too much. As for Lake, I care about my image. I can’t have people thinking I can’t keep my man entertained now can I?”
He looks so perplexed. “So you part your legs for a guy who doesn’t respect you to prove to others you’re good in bed?”
My smile fades. “Dude, when you put it like that…”
“I don’t mean to make you feel bad. I just don’t get it.”
“You’re still a virgin, you wouldn’t.”
He folds his arms over his chest and glares at me. “What? You think I’ve never had the chance?”
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