𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎

06

"DRINK DRINK DRINK DRINK." everybody cheers and I swallow down yet another shot of tequila. It burns my throat. Drinking alcohol is actually way more fun than what I had expected it to be. I admit it, I'm a little tipsy... Ok, I'm probably the most drunk person in this party but who cares?

I place my palms at the top of the table. Blake Cage is standing across it, challenging me with his stare. "Blake, truth or dare?"

He doesn't hesitate. "Truth."

Damn, no dare? Okay I can work with that too. "Which person out of this room would you most likely fuck?" I question him.

He freezes. And drinks. He moves away from the table and I raise my arms in victory. Next one is the host of this party, Ryder Davidson.

There's a glint in his eyes when he asks me, "Truth or dare?"

That's obvious. "Dare," I pick.

"I dare you to make out with Logan Black."

This time, it's me who freezes. And drinks. My eyes find a pair of hazel ones among the crowd of drunk teenagers and I immediately avert my look from them. I move away from the table and let Ryder win. Fair and square.

"Wooo ladies and gends! I think I just made Summer Jones, the queen of drink or dare lose." He yells, cheering himself up and I remove the paper crown— a couple of girls had made me for winning so many times in a row, and slam it on the table.

Eighteen. I won eighteen fucking times in a row and now I just fucking lost. Why did he have to play the make out card? Even if he had to play the fucking card, couldn't he pick someone else, anyone else. Anyone else rather than Logan.

I think I overuse the word fuck.

Fuck that. I can fucking do whatever I want and if I fucking want to overuse the fucking word fuck. Guess the fuck what. I'll fucking do it. Fuck you, subconscious.

I think I drank a bit too much... or a lot too much. Whatever.

The game goes on as I make my way outside to the back yard. The wind hits my face but it isn't chilly. The music is fainted and it's calming without everyone's yells from inside. I feel my shoulders relax and I let out a breath of relief. Finally, some peace.

There are a few people out here. Some teenagers passed out on top of eachother, laying awkwardly on the deck chairs and three pairs making out.

My eyes widen in suprise and I hold back a scream when I realise one of the girls there is Scarlet making out with Aaron Hamilton.

What the fuck? How did this even happen? I need details but right now all I care about is relaxing and forgetting about everything and everyone.

I notice a mini fridge filled with ice and cool drinks. I grab a beer from there, slip my heels off and walk barefoot at the edge of the pool, dragging the mini fridge with me, where I sit down.

I stare at the screen of my phone, my vision blaring slightly but I can make out the time, 2:47.

What? Already? I got here at 11pm. I look past it and bring the bottle to my lips.

I drink one beer, then another one, then a couple more... I lose count.

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My skin feels hot and there's a huge pounding in my head. My mouth is dry as fuck. I open my eyes slowly unaware of where I am. I look around and I realise I'm in a backyard. I know this backyard... Ryder's. I'm in Ryder Davidson's backyard.

Is this a dream?

I pinch myself to make sure. Ouch. Yep, definitely not a dream.

Why the heck am I in Ryder's backyard? I look down at my dress and notice I'm laying on a yellow surface. Shit. I'm laying on top of a pineapple floatie. In a pool. In Ryder's pool. I try to sit up and make my way to the ground by using my hands as paddles.