The Sinner

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surprise! i think we've all been waiting for this one...

i just want to preface that Corrine and Rafe are both 18 in this chapter. additionally, this chapter will contain sex after people have been drinking. if this bothers you, please don't read. i don't want to trigger anyone, but this flashback is necessary for rafe and corrine's story line.

thank you for understanding. much much love, and enjoy.
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FLASHBACK.
end of first semester, senior year.

"Scarlett you bitch! I had that cup!" Sarah shouts, pounding her fist on the pong table.

"No you didn't!" Scarlett shouts back with a laugh. "It was swirling in the cup and I scooped it out! Thats how the game works!"

"Cheater," Sarah mumbles, smiling at me. "Your turn Cory. You get this cup and we win."

I wasn't in the mood to be here. It was November, almost Thanksgiving now. And the boys in my year were having yet another party — it was starting to get repetitive. The same thing every weekend. I needed a break, but was unfortunately forced to come tonight.

I threw the small ping-pong ball into the cup, and Sarah let out a loud shout. She jumped up and down, wrapping her arms around me. Finally. I couldn't be any happier, this game had lasted way too long.

"Fuck you Cory!" Scarlett shouts, clearly joking but she wasn't very happy she lost.

"Pay up," I told her, "Tequila shots in the kitchen, no chaser, no lime."

She groans, dropping her head. Sarah claps eagerly next to me, and we follow our friend to the kitchen happily.

Scarlett and her partner both took the bottle and poured tequila into the small transparent shot glass. Tequila was probably one of the hardest alcohol's to take a shot of, in my opinion. Especially because we had just started to drink only a year ago. My body wasn't used to the harsh, sometimes foul tasting liquor.

"I'm not responsible for the person I turn into after I take this shot," Scarlett says, tapping her glass against the boys. Then they downed it.

I could practically taste it, just from the pungent smell. Scarlett winces, doing a little shake of her body before slamming the shot glass back down.

"Fuck you both," She says, "Let's go play another game."

"I think I'm done," I explain, "Probably going to go walk around, mingle a bit."

"Me too," Sarah says, "I want to find Topper."

They were still in their honeymoon stage. Never fighting, always all over one another, always wanting to be together.

God I don't miss that.

"I'll meet up with you in a second," I told her, "I'm going to grab another drink."

Sarah doesn't hear me, she was already set on finding Topper. And Scarlett was back at the pong table, hunting down another team to play against. If you couldn't already tell, that was her favorite game.

I turn back to the counter, putting some cranberry juice in a red solo cup along with about two shots of vodka. Who knows if they were real measured shots or not. But I didn't care. This was only my second drink.