There is nothing more beautiful than watching an innocent angel fall apart at my sinful actions. I'm going to ruin her.
"Augustine."
And she comes, looking down at me as she does so.
She glows, lighting up the goddamn room. Her feet barely touch t...
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I wince as Michael knocks a drink over on the coffee table. Axel had just told him not to fuck anything up because it's technically not our house and he promised to keep it clean.
"Clean that shit up," Axel snaps, throwing a roll of paper towels at him.
I hold back my smile with Amaiah as Michael gets another pull from his bong.
"I want to play a game," Rika exclaims, throwing her hands up like she just discovered something crazy. Her eyes red and glossy, she seemed very eager to spice things up.
Noah turns the speakers down a bit so we can hear each other talk.
"Oh God," Amaiah rubs her forehead, "Please don't say truth or dare."
I snort, remembering all the things that went wrong the last time Amaiah and I played truth or dare. It was prom night, and I had gone with this guy I barely knew. It was so awkward, and at the end of the after party, I had been dared to hook up with him. And unfortunately, I had been really drunk, so I happened to throw up all the alcohol in my system just after the girl said the dare. I was so embarrassed, and felt so bad for the guy, but he didn't take it personally. He said he knew it was just coincidental timing, but he left the party right after. I felt so awful about it.
God, I'm a horrible person.
"Stop," I groan, "I don't want to think about that."
Amaiah bursts out laughing, and I slump back in my chair, knowing everyone's curious now.
"I'm sorry," she gets herself together, still giggling, "I just still find it so funny."
"What?" Rika asks, furrowing her brows. I slap my forehead, closing my eyes in embarrassment. Amaiah keeps laughing like a crazy drunk girl.
"Amorette doesn't have good luck with truth or dare," Amaiah explains, leaving it at that.
I'm thankful she doesn't decide to share the story with everyone.
"Never have I ever?" Rika suggests, setting her drink down.
I don't know about this...
Everyone mutually shrugged an agreement, and Rika clapped her hands.
"Okay, if you've done whatever someone says they haven't, you have to drink," she explains, even though I was pretty sure we all knew how to play. "And if you want, you can tell the backstory of each one."
I glance down at my drink, knowing I could probably have 3 more before getting drunk.
"Why don't we take shots instead?" Amaiah asks, voicing my thoughts exactly.
Rika smiles, walking over to the bag from the liquor store. Oh, shit.
"Amaiah," Axel warns, knowing this will probably not end well.
