Rumours can change people, sometimes their lives take 360° turn from how it was. Andres, a straight A student whose life was what everyone would say perfect, one night at a high school summer party changed it forever.
Nicoli, the bad boy is Andres'...
As the bottle pointed towards me, I felt a surge of anticipation mixed with apprehension. Choosing "Truth" seemed like the safest bet in a game filled with uncertainties.
Harley, the eternal provocateur, wasted no time in posing his question, his smirk already hinting at mischief. "If you were a girl, who would you date?" he quipped, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
My mind raced, conjuring images of Hollywood heartthrobs and unattainable crushes. "Chris Evans," I blurted out, half-jokingly, trying to deflect the attention away from my true thoughts.
Laughter erupted around me, but Issa's mischievous gaze told me there was more to come. "Not an actor, silly," she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Who from our class?"
Heat surged to my cheeks as I grappled with the unexpected spotlight. My gaze flickered towards Nicoli, a mixture of admiration and uncertainty swirling within me. "Nicoli," I admitted, the words escaping before I could censor them.
The reaction was a mixed bag of amusement, surprise, and discomfort, with Nicoli shifting awkwardly beside me. But the game pressed on, its relentless momentum carrying us deeper into the night.
As the night wore on, the bottle spun and twisted, weaving its unpredictable path through our circle of friends. Each turn brought new revelations, each confession adding to the tapestry of our shared experiences.
But then, the bottle landed on a half-drunk Nicoli, his expression a mix of anticipation and eagerness. He chose confession eagerly as if he was waiting for this. What came out from his mouth became my worst nightmare. His exact words are still ringing in my ears. "I've had my suspicions," he began, his words cutting through the air like a blade. "But tonight, he kinda proved that he is a fucking faggot ."
My heart seized in my chest, disbelief warring with indignation as his words echoed in my mind. The laughter that followed felt like a cruel echo, each chuckle a dagger aimed at my already wounded pride.
"Don't you guys think the same ". and him being the leader of cool group, everyone followed him and agreed to it by raising their cups.
At that moment I was frozen and I couldn't utter a single word , I felt like my whole life came crashing down. I felt like someone has choked me and I struggled to breathe so I got up and rushed outside.
Nicoli's POV:
As Andres bolted from the circle, his retreating figure a testament to the havoc wreaked by my words, a pang of guilt gnawed at my insides. But where's the lie? He's a fucking fag and how can I be best friends with a fag and who knows I even turn him on or if he even jacks off to me?
Turning to Edvin, I attempted to brush off the tension with a joke, a feeble attempt to mask the turmoil raging within me. "Hey, why the long face? Why are you looking so devastated? Are you one of his kind? " I teased, my words laced with false bravado.
I joked. Everyone started laughing again and atmosphere became light. Edvin furiously shook his head in denial and replied
" Wtf dude I'm not. "
I told him if you want us to believe you then kiss a chick here, so I pointed towards this brunette Audrey or something. She shook her head and replied "I would never kiss this asswipe."
As the revelry continued, Edvin passionately engaged with an unidentified guest, inciting cheers and hoots from the onlookers.
As the night wore on, the party gradually dwindled, with Katy and her entourage bidding their farewells and departing, leaving behind traces of their vibrant energy.
Audrey's POV:
I dialed my sister to rescue me from this drag of a party. The vibe here is beyond suffocating, with the people being homophobic as hell and all the unnecessary drama.
After bidding farewell to my girls, I found myself waiting for Stella in the driveway. My attention wandered to a lone figure against the wall, looking like he was on the brink of a breakdown. The urge to reach out tugged at me, but I shrugged it off, opting instead to lose myself in the depths of Instagram and a notification popped up that Taemin oppa from Shinee ( my favourite Kpop boy band ) was going to be live in 30 minutes, after this notification I forgot everything about Andres and this shitty party. Soon sleek black BMW pulled up, and there she was, my dear sister Stella. Relief washed over me at the sight of her. We share a bond like no other, exchanging stories and confessions like clockwork.
I tell her everything about everyone and she does the same. Now that she's in NY I miss her sometimes but since she's here for semester break we can make up for that.
I hopped in quickly and started ranting about how these homophobes made this already shit party even more shitty, about how that douche Nicoli ordered me to kiss a guy, like who the fuck are you to other me around?
"Calm down girl, the party's over so forget about it , do you wanna grab ice cream? "Stella said. She knows how to lighten me up and we both ate ice cream , she obviously chose butterscotch, and I ate chocolate, I don't know why she's obsessed with butterscotch, like who the fuck eats butterscotch nowadays. I mean she's born in the 2000's but she's always radiating millennial energy
Back home, I refreshed myself and tuned into Taemin oppa's live stream, finding solace in his adorable presence. Shawols, you know what I mean.
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After watching the live, I switched off my laptop and then I collapsed on my bed.
