"I'm not scared of you Kingston, i've dealt with people worse than you."
He walks toward me and I step backwards until my back hits the door.
I'm trapped.
He leans his mouth close to my ear and I feel jolts of electricity flow throughout my body...
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I think I'm tipsy.
I've been nursing this bottle of tequila for awhile. I've taken a couple of sips...shots...gulps, whatever you want to call it.
A bunch of people are gathered around the living room that is now being used as a game space. Cleo and I are sitting on the floor with a few other people since the couches are filled with the rest of the players.
The floor is comfier anyways.
Ella left the party to go home due to a family emergency and Celeste is in the other living room with her boyfriend. Both of them checked up on me and made sure I wasn't going to be by myself before going their separate ways.
We've been playing Truth or Dare for while. So far, three people made out, two guys are without their shirts, and a girl just confessed to sleeping with her best friends ex. Fun times.
Now it's Everett's turn and he is dared to do a body shot off of a person of his choice. Of course he chose Cleo who after doing a couple shots seemed eager to partake in the dare. Cleo lays down on the coffee table and Everett does the shot, not breaking eye contact with Cleo. I ship them so much.
Everett sits back down on the couch behind me. I turn to face him and poke his leg to get his attention. He looks down at me, still a little dazed from the dare, I wiggle my eyebrows and start obnoxiously singing "you love her, you love her."
That ends quickly because he shoots his big ass hand out to cover my mouth.
Okay then. I lick his hand and a yelp escapes him. I just innocently smile up at him which doesn't help to wipe the glare off his face.
"Come on let's keep the game going!" Some drunk guy yells.
Everett's eyes skim the crowd searching for the poor soul who will have to get a truth or dare from him. He will probably ask a person to say or do some crazy shit like run down the street naked or ask if they would ever have sex with an alien. Some unlucky bastard will have to face the wrath of Everett. I'm just glad it's not me-
"Kaia, truth or dare?" That motherfucker.
He has a stupid glint in his eye that makes me want to chop his head off.
"Don't be so scared Kai. I promise it won't be anything that will make you end up in jail." He says as if that will reassure me.
Choosing truth is way to risky. If I pick dare the worst I would probably have to do is a lap dance on someone random. I would just need a couple shots to get rid of the embarrassment.
"Dare me bitch." I say and lift the bottle of tequila up to my lips again. Much to my dismay, only droplets come out of it.
Everyone's silent, the only sound filling the air is "Friends" by Chase Atlantic. Everett tries to come up with the perfect dare and lightbulb finally goes off in his head. He plucks the empty tequila bottle out of my hand.
