I'm high, like a lot.
I'm tired, okay?
It's just the constant feeling of being a failure.
And this stupid brain of mine who can't stop thinking about that mother fucker
About that kiss, why do I remember his taste? Why do I remember his hand placement and his kisses all over my face?
I walk into my house.
"Olaaaaa," I greet them smiling.
"Someone's in the mood," Diego said.
"Aha," I said proudly, smoking makes me so happy; it just changes the way you see things, but like literally
"It's actually the twins birthday in a few minutes," Samuel said.
"No way." I smile, go to them, and hug both of them.
"I don't have any presents for you yet, but we can do some fun games if you want," I suggest, and they nod their heads.
"Have any ideas?" I ask, and he decides to play Truth or Dare, but to make things more interesting and to make sure that no one will cheat somehow, Diego gets a broad light detector thing from his room.
He said it's nothing serious; he bought it for like 20 bucks. It's a Micro Electric Shocking Lie Detector. That's what I read on the box before he opened it.
"Okay, let's spin the bottle," the birthday boy begins.
And it stops on Diego, and he chooses the truth. "Okay, I'll ask," Connor said.
"What is the biggest number of people you have killed in one mission?"
Damn, so those kinds of questions
"Like 50-60, I didn't count," he answered and spined the bottle.
It stopped on me, and I chose the truth: "What is the craziest thing that you have done for a mission?" Diego asks
"Umm, kill, I guess; I don't know." I say, and Lee scoffs.
"Yeah, sure," lee murmurs to himself.
Ignored him, but every time he made some kind of stupid comment, I suggested we play, never have I ever, well, they were still keeping peaking up the truth out of Truth or Dare, so,
"Never have I ever been drugged," I hear Dylan say.
We all put our finger down.
"Never have I ever killed more than 50 men," Dylan also said.
"That's not fair," I shout.
We all know Dylan doesn't go on missions; he's behind the computers, telling us if there's danger or not.
"Well, sounds like you problem."
"Oh yeah, okay, well, never have I ever been gay or bisexual," I say.
"Oh fuck you," I hear Dylan say.
"Ha!" I laugh at him.
It's not Lee's time to say something, and I'm feeling anxious.
"Never have I ever fucked my enemy or a client for information," fuck he said what
I forgot how to breathe for a second and then heard Everett's voice.
"Why aren't you putting your finger down, huh?" He looks at me.
I put my finger down and gave him a disappointed smile.
Good job, Everett. Good job.
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Cordelia
Romance2 years ago everything changed for her and now she's forced to hide from everyone, little did her roommates know who she actually is and what happened when one of the roommate turns out to be her enemy.
