Five
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After the game, we all crowded into the public bathrooms to shower and change back into normal clothes. One of the nasty girls from the East Side must have stolen my shirt because it's nowhere to be found.
Luckily, Trinity gives me one of hers to lounge in until we get back to our bags for bed. Her shirt is skin-tight and has a zipper in the front. No offense to her, but she dresses super sleazy. Everyone skaters into their little clicks. Either outside or to chill in the living area, which according to Trinity means “it's time for the real Games!”
“What, real Games? I thought we just played the Games...''
Trinity explains to me that her boyfriend, whose family owns this massive house, will be here soon, and everyone who matters is invited downstairs to play double dare and drinking games as a team and win the super nice rooms on the top level of the house.
In the middle of her telling me about these games, she choked on the water we were sharing, “How are you planning to play drinking games when you can't even chug water?” Everyone in the kitchen laughed with us.
I am not sure how it happened, but suddenly, after helping to win the paintball stuff, everyone is just kind of cool around me. They act as if I have always been a part of their pack and have accepted me fully. I feel so comfortable with these people now. We have an easy banter going throughout the room that makes me speak so freely. I am cracking jokes with the most popular girl in school like we are best friends.
How things have changed in only an hour. I wish I hadn't been so scared before. Maybe high school could have actually been fun. These people actually appreciate my sarcastic humor instead of getting offended like the brains I usually associate with at school. They may be smart enough to recite the periodic table by heart, but a joke is a completely foreign territory for them.
“Oh, I don't play the Games, I sit up in the main room with Steven, watching all of you make fools of yourselves,” she says giggling
"Sure, you watch the games," Jerry pokes fun at her. insinuating that there is very little watching that goes on on her part.
“Well, I'm not playing either. I don't even drink,” I explain, but Dan snorts a huff of air and walks over to where Tyler is messing around with Jerry and some other guys on the football team.
“Yeah, I guess you're more of a natural buzz kinda girl, huh?” she makes a gesture, pinching her pointer and thumb together a putting it to the side of her mouth. Mimicking the go-to smoking gesture. I don't think I am ever going to be living that one down around these people.
I look over again to see Dan, Tyler, and Jerry whispering amongst themselves. Tyler turns and gives me the bad boy smirk and wink. They are up to no good; I can feel it.
Trinity startles me back to her with a scream as she looks at her phone. “He’s here!”
I guess that is my cue, as everyone makes their way down to the basement and Trinity runs full speed to the front door. I guess Steven is here.
“I'm gonna get outta here and go to bed. I’ll see ya in the morning,” I say to the guys, trying to make a break for it.
“oh no you don't!”. As I turn to leave, I'm Sherek’ed over Dan's shoulder being led down to the basement with everyone else
“Dan! I swear, you better put me down. I can't play these games, seriously!”
He finally plops me down on a sofa where the rest of the people in our school are sitting. "Relax kitten, there's hardly any drinking involved. You’ll be fine, besides we need at least one girl."
“There are plenty of girls here, Dan. Go upstairs and find one, you don't need me!” Dan settles into the spot directly next to me.
Don't think about his thigh touching you, Don't think about his thigh touching you, Don't think about his thigh touching you. It’s touching me!
“Shut up and settle in Kitten. This game is going to make up for all the double-dare games you have missed out on throughout high school. "
“And then some,” Tyler says as he takes a seat on the floor next to my feet.
I'm stuck between the arm of the couch, Dan on my right, and Tyler sitting on the floor by my feet. No escape.
From what I can tell, they divided the room into two teams, sitting on opposite sides of the room on long couches, with our school on one side and the east side on the other. The room smells slightly musty, but it is fully furnished. The walls are a light wooden pattern, and a nice tan rug lines the floor. There isn't much down here aside from a couple of couches, a TV on the far side of the wall, a ping-pong table, a bunch of exercise equipment, and alcohol. Lots of alcohol.
Everyone gets a number from a jar. I have to pick between numbers 3, 6, and 1. Since I am the only girl on the team, I have to get a number that matches at least one girl from Eastside. Why? No one will tell me. Reaching blind into the jar, I get #3.
A loudspeaker calls out to the room once we all have our numbers “Who is ready to get f****d up!!!!”
The entire room erupts into hoots and hollers, excited to begin the festivities. Random numbers are called as people go to the middle of the floor for different games. So far, the only games involving alcohol are a very intense game of beer pong, which I was lucky enough to sit out, which we lost, and a beer funnel chugging contest, which we also lost.
Dan and some other guy do a break dance competition where Dan actually wins. A donut-on-a-string eating contest, with Jerry winning our second score. Apparently, my school isn't the party crowd they think they are. East High has them all beat.
A few more games continue, with East High in the lead.
Next, I hear #3 and #6, that's me and a blond chick named Candy, ya, that is her real name, almost like her parents just knew she would be open for business if you know what I mean.
“Ok ladies,” I hear on the speaker.. he must have a camera somewhere to watch everything. “Your goal is to stay on the bar for the full five minutes or until your opponent falls. Don't take either hand off the bar, otherwise, it is an automatic elimination. Do whatever means necessary to stay on the bar to win. Your time starts...now!”
We jump up onto the long metal bar. I am assuming they typically use it for pull-ups or something. It looks a lot like the uneven bar that we used in gymnastics when I was little, which gives me an idea. There's no way I'm going to hold on for that full-time, especially since Candy is now kicking me in the shins. "Ow, b***h, what the hell?”
“Whatever means necessary” her bitchy tone pisses me off,
Just as she is about to kick again, I swing back and keep going back and forth until I swing over the top of the bar so my hips are level with it, and I swing my one leg over so I can relax my arms. He said I couldn't take my hands off the bar. He never said I had to hang there the entire time.
I knew those classes would come in handy someday for something other than actually being able to climb the rope in gym class. Unlike every other girl in my grade who barely got their legs off the floor,
I clearly pissed Candy off, and she is now about to fall since she wasted her energy trying to kick me, stupid b***h. I win the game, and my whole team is laughing and clapping while Candy glares daggers at me all the way to her seat. I fall backward, letting my legs hold me upside down before I swing gracefully down from the bar and go to my seat.
“Damn kitten, didn't realize we had a gymnast on our team”, he puts his big arm around my shoulders and leans in close. “That's hot,” he laughs and kisses me on the cheek.
Oh god, save me from the blush I know is rushing to my face! I look up, hoping no one is looking at me, but I'm struck by a pair of bright green eyes boring into mine from the other side of the wall. A guy from the other school is leaning back, watching me blush—so embarrassing, especially since he is also so sexy. Who is he? I don't remember seeing him for the rest of the trip.
Next, Tyler and a red-headed guy go up to the front of the room and get hooked up to an electric shock machine. The guy on the loudspeaker instructs them to press a red button in their hands once they tap out. Tyler's face scrunches up, baring the electric current soring through his body. As the redhead yells and grunts, Tyler makes it all the way to the end of level five when the redhead taps out. Tyler slumps down on the floor next to me, looking exhausted.
“Are you ok?” He just nods and takes a sip of his water. That's not good. No sarcastic remark or anything? That's how I know he's not ok.
I look over and notice Jerry downing at least four shots, and I just saw him do three more before the last game.
“Jerry, how many shots have you done?" He tries to make eye contact but can't seem to see straight
“Idunno.. maybe, adthen,”
“Jerry, you just did at least seven shots in the past ten minutes.”
“YOLO!”
"No one says Yolo anymore, Jerry."
"id uot whyda wanntt!" I just shake my head. Geez, here we go! Alcohol poisoning ahead! all aboard! Chew! chew!
“Numbers three and five from both teams come up" ... f**k me! Again?
Dan looks at me with an odd smile. "Go get him, Kitten”
I frown “What do you mean? What's this game?”
“oh you’ll see,” he says laughing... that can't be good.
“OK, players, this is the last game of the night! #5 In the chairs, you are not allowed to move your legs, but you can move your hands as long as you don't push your opponent away or keep them from moving. You must remain seated. Lady's your objective...is to get your opponent hard,” My face drops.
Did I just fall face-first into an American Pie sorority move? What is this s**t? Absolutely not! I started backing away from Mr. Sexy Green Eyes from earlier. Who is supposed to be the guy I make hard? Yeah right!
As I go to turn, he grabs my hand, pulls me back, and grabs my hips, picking me up and slamming me on his lap. I yelp in shock. The entire room erupts into catcalls and whistles.
He's so attractive, tall, built, and broad, with dark hair and green eyes, and his smile tells me I've already lost.
I'm straddling him, trying and failing to get oxygen to my brain. Good thing this isn't a contest to get us wet because if it were, we already would have lost. I look over to one slut from Eastside and Jerry. Although he is thrilled, slapping his lap and making kissy noises, she looks so put off. I look to my team for help to get me out of this and realize they are all staring, interested in what will happen. I glare at Dan for not warning me. Some friend he is.
“Ladies, when the music starts, you may begin. You can do anything necessary to get your opponent hard. We are not talking about a small chub, full-on erection... got it? You can do anything except put your hands or mouth on his d**k. "
“What about me?”. We can all hear Trinity in the background seductively talking to Steven. well if there was ever any question what they're up to in there, we all know now. A loud bang and rustling go through the speaker and cuts out. I laugh at Trinity, oh the jokes ima harass her with tomorrow.
The music starts, of course; it's Genuewine; what else? Trampy gets to work on Jerry, and I'm laughing so hard at Jerry's eagerness that I forget whose lap I am still sitting on. When a finger lightly touches my chin, it turns me back to the task at hand.
Looking into Mr. Sexy's eyes and taking a deep breath. God, my heart is pounding so hard. I'm so nervous. I lick my lips and bite so hard I may draw blood. Not because I'm trying to be sexy; it's just a bad habit, but the movement gets his attention. His eyes follow my every move. He takes his thumb and releases my teeth's hold on my sensitive skin. His touch is strong and calloused, but he is careful not to startle me. His touch is burning me alive. My checks need cold compresses.
His deep voice vibrates to my core, “Ready when you are cuteness”.
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