Disrespectfully Yours

The story with the bottle, the conversations, and the little sisters

The general problem of Spin the bottle, which some other people might take as the plus point, is the fact that anyone could be the next victim. And I say victim for a reason.

Because no matter if you play Spin the bottle with kissing, with truth or dare or however else you play it, one person always has the bad luck of being chosen as having to do something which 90% of the time is something they don't actually want to do.

The 10% are for the tiny bit of humanity who actually enjoys being embarrassed. Which, let's be honest, no one likes. If you take a kick out of an embarrassing situation, it's likely you're not actually embarrassed. Which then makes it not an embarrassing situation.
It's a never ending circle.

Now, I am not someone who always has to ruin other people's fun but if it's at the cost of my expense? Yes, then the fun is over.

And that is how when the bottle dared to point its little head at me, that little fucker, I immediately grabbed Eli's cup of suspicious liquid and threw it faster at the bottle than a drowning man would grab for the lifejacket.

No way was I going down today.

You might have guessed that something went horribly wrong here, faster than I did at that moment. While my head was still kinda reeling in the happiness of having pushed the bottle head out of my sight, a tiny part of my brain realised that the cup had been half-full. And half full-cups and flying does not mix.

Everyone stared at me. Everyone stared at Lila who was drenched. Back to me.

Oopsies.

I blinked for a moment, realising what I had done. If I say now I felt bad...it would only be half a lie. Did I feel bad it hit Lila? Not really. Did I feel bad someone had gotten splashed at a party where they just wanted to have fun? Kinda.

So my little evil but not totally inhuman ass, murmured "my bad".

You would think even a sorry excuse like that would get a better reaction. But the girl jumped up, screamed and then lunged over the table as if she wanted to skin me alive.

"That's Versace, you fucking freak!" she screamed and I just retreated more into the couch. Thankfully the people around her, one of them Vic, realised her outburst and tried to hold her back.

"Lila, stop."
"Come on, we are going to clean your shirt."
"He's not worth it."

Not as if she was listening. She continued grabbing for me, screaming I had ruined her expensive designer clothes.

"Okay, I think it's time for a pool break," Austin said beside me and before I could say anything, he grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

He clearly was a jock just like the other guys, otherwise it wouldn't have been that easy for him to drag me. I might not be overly fit but I wasn't a tiny weak squirt either.

He pushed through the people and towards the terrace.

I made the mistake of looking back and saw Vic trying to persuade Lila not to commit murder tonight. Some were laughing, some were supporting her. Some were mourning the death of the designer clothes.

Then my eyes caught onto Eli whose head hang to the ground. Oh, so something could still remove his smile from his face, after all. Ricky put his hand on his shoulder and seemed to say something. Then he pointed in our direction and Eli and him turned towards me. And then, my view got obstructed by the terrace door.

"You okay?" I turned around and saw we were standing beside the pool.

"Yes, just fine," I answered and inspected my new surroundings. I hadn't been here before.