Gone Girl 2

Chapter 35

Brandon is staring at me constantly since I told him my body count, especially after he saw me doing that dare to Derek.

"Sometimes imagination is better than reality," Dominic says referring to my dare and Irène laughs.

Derek spins the bottle and it falls on that girl Dominic seems to get annoyed by.

"Dare."

"Good, go upstairs and fuck Dominic," Derek says and I widen my eyes in surprise and amusement.

Everyone laughs, including Dominic.

"Was that supposed to be revenge? 'Cuz I like it."

"No, what the fuck?" the girl seems annoyed but still it's suspicious how much tension there is between Dominic and her.

"Turn him on and leave him with blue balls," Derek suggests.

"Even mentioning sex turns him on," Irène says.

"Haha, guys, you are so funny." Dominic rolls his eyes.

"You said my dick is small on that Instagram story," Derek jokes.

"Isn't it?" Dom replies and Derek just shrugs as Dom and Irène look at me.

It's really not.

"Did y'all fuck or something?" Shanice asks but no one replies. They just look at each other and laugh.

I guess it takes a special kind of humor and positive masculinity to not get defensive about this.

"Moving on..." I say.

I didn't join this game to talk about Derek's dick. My point was making him jealous but I only made him horny.

The girl dared by Derek actually accepts the second dare and grabs Dominic's hand to go upstairs.

Safe to say we won't see them again.

"It's only us now. Who is going to ask all those freaky questions?" Shanice asks.

I spin the bottle and it points to me, but it's Irène's turn to ask the question.

"Truth, with you always truth," I laugh.

"Hmm, okay, since I don't know this and I'm curious..." Irène stops for dramatic pause. "What was your first time like?"

I suddenly feel the daunting emptiness inside my stomach as if I fell off a cliff but I never touched the ground.

My mouth starts drying up and I stare at her without even blinking but I'm not actually looking at her.

"Are you okay? You look pale," Shanice asks and I try to nod. I really do.

But I'm not okay.

I take a shallow breath and I try to think of my second time. But I hate my second time too. I hate all the times I had sex except the times with Derek.

"I w- was drunk, I don't remember most of it."

"Was he drunk too?" Irène asks as Derek stares at me. He doesn't know this part of the story. When we talked about our first times I almost had a panic attack and told him it was with a random guy I met at a party.