A Match Made In Hell

Chapter 12: The After Party

Warnings: A bit of lime, fluff, no smut ;)

This chapter is super long, so I apologize. 

Keefe POV

I'd never done anything more romantic with anyone than I did that night.

The way we talked, like whispers of shadows, it felt like everything was prettier when he was around it. I'd danced with people, sure, but not like the way me and Tam danced. God, that boy was like a drug. I keep coming back to him.

Focus Keefe, stop leading yourself on.

"So, we're all just going to go to Sophie's?" I ask.

Walking outside, it was definitely nighttime. The stars twinkled and winked knowingly at us, the sky was licorice black and the haze of it all was intoxicating.

"Well, I think most of us. Maruca can't come because she's a year below us all, and Wylie doesn't seem to quite give a fuck, so it might just be everyone but them." Biana counted them off with her fingers, "It's just a private kind of party. I think it's a sleepover? I don't know, but it's gonna be fun."

Me and Tam both looked at each other, skeptic of the new idea, but not about to oppose it.

. . . . . . . .

Havenfield looked stunning at night. The way the moon touched the roof and the stars shined brighter for it. The grass in the nightlight was gorgeous. All animals were sound asleep, which sucks because I was totally headed towards Glitterbutt's pasture, only to remember she had been moved (Top Ten Saddest Moments of My Life...and that's saying something).

"We are going to get in so much trouble." Tam mumbled underneath his breath as we headed to the door.

"What, scared of having a little fun?" I teased.

"I'm scared of who I'll be having it with." He whispered, with no emotion whatsoever.

As he's about to ring the doorbell, Biana jumps in front of him, "Slow down, bucko! If we ring the doorbell, they're gonna think we're Grady and Edaline. We need to say the password." Biana then got very close to the keyhole of the door, "SOPHIE IT'S BIANA THE BANANA!"

"GOT IT!" Sophie hollered from the inside of the house. Five short minutes later, she threw upon the door, which almost hit Biana smack in the face, "Heeyy guys!"

I tried to gaze at her as long as I could, to make it clear to everyone that I loved her. "Hey, Foster. How's the party?"

"Good! Come in! We have alcohol! And other stuff! And games!" Sophie was drunk. Or high? I couldn't tell. Whatever she was on, it was making her super hyper and super clumsy. Though she's usually clumsy.

We followed her to the party room, which held everyone, who sat in a circle around an empty glass bottle. I raised my eyebrow at this, and Fitz scooched a little and patted the seat next to him. I sat down obediently, while Tam found a seat next to his sister.

"We were just about to start a new game!" Sophie sat down on the other side of Fitz, "This is a mix of my favorite games, "Spin the Bottle" and "Seven Minutes in Heaven". The rules are that, when it is a person's turn, they will go into that closet over there, but blindfolded. Then, one of us will quietly spin the bottle, and whoever the nose of the glass points to will go into the closet with them. Whatever the two want to do they can, but they only have 7 minutes to do so. So, most likely, you'll be kissing or whatever. It's a fun game." Sophie added quickly, "And if we get siblings we spin again."

"Okay, so do we spin to determine the first person to play?" Fitz asked.

"Yeah sure!" Sophie used her telekinesis to spin the bottle. I thought it was going to crack at the speed it was going, and after a minute of lighting speed circles, it finally landed on...