People shrug and nod around the circle.
The bottle is placed in the center next to the vodka and spun.
It lands on a blonde cheerleader and a guy with dark hair. The guy is asking.
The girl chooses truth and admits to sleeping with her male best friend who isn’t around.
The bottle is spun over and over. People make out, lap dance, lick floors, take shots, and soon I’m so bored I want to gorge my eyes out with a shovel.
I pay attention when the bottle lands on me. My eyes slowly trail to the guy who is asking me. He’s more on the geek side with his glasses and flannel shirt, but his jaw is sharp, and he’s pretty good-looking.
“Truth or dare?”
I tilt my head to the side and think. I basically have nothing worth confessing and I definitely don’t want to kiss a dumb-ass person with STDS
