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JoI stared at the bottle pointing at Ellie, wishing it would move just a sliver more. This was literally my worst nightmare.
“Kiss, kiss, kiss,” the group chanted.
“Pass,” I muttered, elbowing the girl next to me. “You go.”
Someone to my left booed and the others quickly followed. If I thought there was peer pressure about drinking, this was a whole other level. I would’ve mindlessly participated, thinking it was all good fun, never considering there was more at stake than just an innocent kiss.
Not wanting to look at Ellie and see the rejection in her eyes, I got up and left the circle while the group cheered and jested at the same time. It was a drunken crowd and if they knew how I felt about my best friend, I was sure they wouldn’t act like this. But they didn’t know. Nobody kne
