Maybe Never

Chapter 3

RECAP:

As I study the label of the beer, someone plops down onto the couch cushion next to me. 

Harry.

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"Hey Charlotte, what's up?" Harry says groggily. 

Well someone has been drinking. Oh wait, I have been too. Not too much though, I literally have had a beer. 

"I need to get drunk." I blurt. Whoops.

"Well don't we want to have a great night." He smirks, "Here, follow me." 

He leads me toward a table.

Beer pong. 

I look around to find Amy, but don't seem to find her. I do see bitch Rachel though. That is my fun little name for that..

"Are we gonna play me and Rachel to you guys?" A blonde guy, I think named Mark, staggers.

"Sure." Harry replies.

Decent enough.

It's kind of uncomfortable to play with Harry and Rachel at the same time, not because I don't really like them, but because they are on and off again exes. 

I need to loosen up, and make Rachel jealous. I feel like it, okay?

Rachel was one of my old friends, and let me tell you, she was an awful friend to be short.

I look her way, and her eyes are blazing.

Good.

As the game starts, Harry and I start, so I go first. I aim the ball towards the red solo cup, I see the ball fly into the air. Come on..

The ball goes right into the cup. I look up, and smirk at her. She gives me a scowl. I don't have fucks to give. She takes the drink and downs it.

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A round of beer pong later had a me a little tipsy. Not meaning to brag–actually, I mean to brag; Harry and I beat Mark and Rachel. It was great. She was pissed. Although, I did lose some shots, not much. I guess I should play this more often.

"Are you drunk yet?" Harry slurs. God, he's drunk. 

"Not really." I respond.

"Come on." He grabs my hand and drags me into the kitchen. My stomach is fluttering, what the?

I can already see people passed out in the living room. 

"Drink this, It'll make you have a great time." He smiles crookedly.

"What is it?" I question.

"Vodka or mayybe tequila, dunno."

I hope he didn't spike this drink. My better judgment got pushed somewhere else, because I took the drink.

I stare into the drink, and then down what I think was a shot.

I almost gag on this foul liquid. This is why I don't do shots. I reach for the closest solo cup, water..

I chug it, until I realize it is not water! I stare with horror at the drink. Who the hell drinks straight up vodka?!

I look up to see Harry grinning like an idiot at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing." he smiles.

I then feel the alcohol reach my system and I feel it in my veins. I slip into a nice relaxation.

I see a group of people in the living room in a circle.

"What are those people over there playing?" I ask him out of curiosity.

"Truth or Dare." 

"What are we ninee?" I unexpectedly slur.

He chuckles, "Wanna play?" 

His eyes meet mine. 

"Umm, sure?" I answer.

We walk over to the circle. I scan it and find Rachel, of course. I also find Nathan. This is where he has been? 

"Harryyyy, wasssup?" Seth slurs and I stiffen. 

Seth's dark blue eyes meet mine, and I look away.

"Hey Charlotte, sit." He pats the carpet next to him. 

I shift uncomfortably, and plop down anyway.

Harry joins a brunette girl on the other side of the room.

Typical, what was I thinking of? That he was going to sit with me all night? Stupid. More importantly, why am I obsessing over this?

As I look up, I catch a guy ask "Truth or Dare, Harry?"

He smirks, and announces "Dare."

Of course.

"I dare you to.." The guy scans the circle and his eyes fall on the brunette next to him.

"French with Gabby." he says too fast.

"That's it?" he asks, and leans over to 'Gabby' and their lips connect. 

Okay then. 

After about an hour of Harry and Gabby making out, they break apart.

Harry then looks around, and I get up to get another shot, and I down it. 

That's better. 

I walk over to Seth and sit, or maybe fall down. I'm wasted, aren't I?

"Charlotte, truth or dare?" 

I snap my head up to look at Rachel's malicious eyes. 

"Umm.." Truth! I scream in my head.

Not tonight.

"Dare." I blurt before I can weigh the decision.

Rachel's eyes fall on a handsome boy with messy jet black hair.

Where have I seen him before?

Before I can think, Rachel responds with "I dare you to make out with Hayden." 

I look over to Mr. Handsome, and he is grinnning at me. 

This, actually will be fun.

Just to show Rachel that I can do it, I crawl over to him and smile at him.

I then crash my lips to his, and I feel so bubbly. This is great, I should really do this more.

Without noticing, I crawl onto his lap, and my fingers make their way up to his luscious hair. I pull at his hair as he moans into my mouth.

When I think it's been enough, I crawl back to my spot on the carpet. As I look up to see everyone, pure shock. Rachel's mouth is wide open, and she quickly regains herself.

I then look back at Hayden, and give him a wink. He just sits there and looks dazed and happy at the same time.

Then my eyes fall on Harry. He looks frustrated.

What the hell?

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After a couple of more rounds of Truth or Dare, most people chose truth, a few did dare. 

I'm growing tired of this stuff, I'm tired in general. 

As I stumble outside to look for Amy's car, it's not there.

It's not fucking there!

I am going to kill her, and then drive my own way to parties. Ugh.

That only means two things: Stay here, or hitch a ride home..

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