Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 11

Somehow through my half drunken state I managed to  ask. “Wait we?”

Was this how it felt to be drunk?

Ryan nodded eagerly and draped his arm around my  shoulder. I groaned trying to balance myself from his  weight. “Yes we, you’re coming along.” He states  dragging me along with him.

I look at Blake, the protest on the tip of my tongue but it  doesn’t come out. Blake follows with Stacy beside him. I

turn to face the front. Even with my half drunken state I  still felt the burning jealousy when I see them together  like this. Alcohol doesn’t seem to numb the feelings I  have for Blake.

I bite my tongue. Somehow I wanted to tell her to get  her nasty claws away from him. I blamed my alcohol  consumption. We weave our way around sweaty bodies  and find ourselves entering a dimly lit room.

The scent of marijuana was powerful, like a strong blow  to the face. Usually I would gag or cringe at the scent  and probably turn around and say no way I’m out. But I  found myself wanting to enter in further.

There were a couple of teens in the middle of the room.  Half of them looked out of their minds, like me. They sat  in a circle, some smirking while others looked ready to  crawl in a hole and die.

Ryan drags me to the circle and sits down with me  plopping down beside him. I look at the faces, trying to  recognize some of them. Was it that bad that I didn’t  know half of the kids that went to my school?

Blake and Stacy sat down opposite to us. I grit my teeth  seeing how close she was to him. She’s his girlfriend  Ashley, this is how couples normally act. At least my  conscience didn’t seem to be intoxicated by the alcohol.

I turn to Ryan. “This is a kids game.” I whispered but it  seemed to be louder than I thought. I was now the  center of attention.

I turn to face everyone, the alcohol currently in my  system didn’t allow me to care. I shrugged staring at the  faces that would ignore me by tomorrow. “What it’s the  truth.”

The guy who came to call Blake and Ryan smirks.” Not  the way we play it.”

all say. There’s  nothing you

that had me cringing internally. “How we play is  different. We make

buying his ridiculous way of trying  to make me see that the game wasn’t stupid. “How is it  different? Please elaborate.” I taunt. Since when do I  have a snarky mouth? Alcohol and I really don’t like each

can’t choose truth more  than five times. And as for the dare, if you so happen to  chicken out, you’ll be getting shaved. Oh and before I  forget, once the game starts, you’re already in, with no

I voiced my

guy smirks looking at the

that he was busy making goo goo  eyes at a girl

one who’ll be getting

was the rage from her words or the alcohol but I  find myself agreeing to the terms of the

start!”

guy cheers and calls for another guy to bring a beer  bottle. As soon as the bottle is in his hands he doesn’t  hesitate to push it to his lips and gulp down its contents.  When it’s empty he places

can do this  right? It’s not like they’ll say some ridiculous dares, right? If I get shaved bald dad would

then spins the bottle. It  was

a stop. I lift my head to the girl it had  chosen to be first. She looked familiar but I couldn’t  pinpoint where or what

fault, I didn’t know his  name. I don’t think I ever bothered

with truth.” She says

His lips  are curled into a smirk, one which

her.

out of this stupid game. Didn’t I  learn from my last lesson to not let Stacy provoke me

the bottle and a few seconds later it lands  on Stacy. Sandy looks at her and grins. “Truth

all bothered that  the attention was on her now. I think she loved

with Blake?”  Sandy asks,

wanting to look away or zone her out. But  somehow I couldn’t, my body refused. Blake’s eyes  flicker to me before he quickly moves them away. “Well  we’ve had

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