Wilder has an extra ticket to a party and invites his best friend Tristen to go with him. Tristen isn't quite thrilled but decides not to turn down his friend's offer.
'It's just a party. It's gonna be fun.' That's what Tristen thinks. Wilder, on th...
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"No no no no no no."
Oh, fuck, shit, fuck! Even though I mean well, I always mess things up. This time, I messed up big time. If I don't fix this soon, Tristen will—
"Wilder..."
That trembling hushed voice cut my train of thoughts.
I stopped pulling my hair and leveled my face to meet those innocent chocolatey brown eyes staring at me, begging me for reassurance and safety. I knew my face wasn't reassuring from the looks of Tristen's reaction when he saw it. I bet I looked as white as a sheet.
"What's gonna happen to me?"
D'awww. I forgot how cute he looked when he's scared. Those flushed adorable cheeks, pouty pink lips, and that huggable chest rapidly begging for air. I wanted to kiss him so bad. Right here and now.
Focus!
I slapped myself. It shouldn't look too weird, 'cause everybody knew I was drunk.
Now, what am I supposed to say?
I seized his small shoulders, looked him straight in the eyes, and lied, "Everything's gonna be fine."
"Is it hot in here?"
He kept fanning his shirt. I was close enough to feel his warm breaths on my face, and that was when I lost it. Horny Wilder was at it again.
Although Tris felt some heat, he wasn't horny yet. It was just the first phase of Purple Juice. And, trust me, no one ever wanted to reach phase two without an intimate partner.
"First, we need to find someone who can turn you on. Do I turn you on?"
What! I can't believe I said that!
"WHAT?"
Dude, Tris. I know. That's what I said.
"Eh." I shrugged, forcing a nervous smile. "It was worth the shot."
I'm glad he thinks I'm drunk enough to say this stuff.
"Follow me."
I pulled him up and dragged him around with me, looking for someone who was willing to give him good sex, liked really really good sex, enough to shake this purple juice out of his system.
I approached a girl wearing a flowy dress with sunset colors who had just finished dancing with two guys and a girl. She was taking a break by drinking the same disastrous purple drink Tris had by the bar. The difference was she knew what she was doing.
"Hey there," I said with the finest voice I could muster. "I recognize that drink. Looking for a wild ride?"
The girl gave me a dirty look over her shoulder, then continued sipping from her glass.
