all for a dare

18

-george pov-

"what do you want to do now?" clay asked.

"i'm not sure. i'm not really a party person."

he laughed before responding. "then why'd you come?"

"carter told me we were going somewhere," i answered. "he didn't tell me where. or that it would be a party."

clay laughed in response. "that's a carter thing to do."

"and he's probably going to end up getting drunk or something. meaning i'm going to have to drive home."

"yeah, that sucks."

clay and i continued walking around the house. both not knowing what we wanted to do. we entered a room that had barely any people compared the rest of the rooms.

he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the corner of the room. gently letting go of my wrist, he brought his hands down to my waist.

he brought one hand up towards my face and pulled me into a kiss. it was same kiss as always, yet i never wanted to pull out.

he let go of my face and brought his hands back down to my waist. his hands began to slip under my shirt onto my chest. clays hands were cold, sending shivers down my spine.

"clay, what if carter sees us" i said inbetween a kiss.

the kiss lasted for another ten seconds before clay pulled away. the last couple of seconds were more passionate than the rest.

"shit yeah, you're right," he rolled his eyes. "i'd rather tell him than him seeing us make out in the corner of a room."

"true. he's probably drunk anyways." i laughed.

after moments of standing there and doing nothing clay and i decided to go a different part of the house. we didn't really know where we were going, we went wherever we took ourselves.

we ended up in one of the more occupied rooms. which was the room i played truth or dare in.

clay led us over to couches to sit down. he grabbed a drink off the table in the process. i looked around at everyone who was also sitting on the couch and it seemed to be the same people as last time. everyone looked familiar.

clay sat down on the couch first. i followed by sitting down next to him. i didn't sit too close though, incase carter happened to come by.

clay had his drink in one hand, and connected ours with the other. he brought our hands down onto the couch. except they stayed connected.

i heard the two girls on the other couch whisper back and fourth. except i couldn't hear what they were saying. the blasting music got in the way of the conversation.

after a couple more minutes of them whispering back and fourth they finally spoke up and looked in clay and i's direction.

"awww, you're still going?" she said looking at clay.

"what do you mean?" he laughed in response.

"it's been over a week. you can stop now, you know?"

"i don't know what you're talking about" clay replied innocently.

"i mean," she paused and pointed at me. "look at him. do you really want to hurt him?"

"i don't-"

"clay, what's going on?" i interrupted him.

"nothing, george. i don't know what she's talking about."