The Impostors

Chapter 8: Suspicion

I smiled an innocent smile, "2 Margaritas coming right up." With that I spun around and headed for the kitchen. I had never made a Margarita before but it couldn't be that hard to do, they were still half drunk so I wasn't to worried if it tasted perfect or not. Although, I certainly was going to give them the best Margarita they had ever had, one that would make them never ask for another one.

I grabbed all of  the needed ingredients, only leaving one ingredient out for now, which was my secret ingredient, rat poison. It would have to wait for either the second or third round of Margarita's.

I had to get them drunk so that way they would have no idea that they were poisoned. I cut the lime up and placed 3 slices on each cup. I poured the corona, tequila, and limeade concentrate into the pitcher and put ice cubes in the 2 wine glasses. I stirred up the pitcher before proceeding to pour my finished product in each wine glass.

Everyone's seen on movies where someone makes an attempt to poison something like a drink and then they give it to their intruder who in return make the person who made the drink, drink it first to make sure they didn't do anything to their drink. My idea was to get them drunk with a few rounds of Margarita's and then I'd poison their last round and they'd be dead and wouldn't even know what hit them. I was completely shocked at myself for even thinking of doing such a thing, I have never even simply cheated on a test at school and now I have plans to murder my intruders? It was scary.

I gasped as I quickly remembered about the girl and that the jerkwad said not to get his barbie doll anything and even if I did what if she doesn't drink it? Or what if they don't all drink them at the same time and something happens to one of them and the other two quickly realize what my plan was? I shook my head and pushed the thoughts away.

There were several things that could go wrong, but if I don't at least give it a try I might never see the light of day or my parents ever again. I didn't even need to worry about those questions yet. I had to actually get them drunk first.

I brought out another wine glass and poured the rest of the Margarita from the pitcher into the glass and took a lime from each of the other two wine glasses and placed it on the third one. Me feet carried me swiftly to the fridge to grab a few more ice cubes before I ended up with 3 finished products. Satisfaction arose on my face as I stared at the three wine glasses. This idea had to work out.

All I have to do is keep them wanting more rounds. I picked up each wine glass carefully one at at time, placing them in my inner arms where I could manage to carry them all at once. I took my steps cautiously, making sure to now spill my products.

"Well, look who finally decided to show up." Ryan cocked without even looking up at me.

"Sorry.." I wasn't sorry though"...I've never made them before-" I decided to get a bit bitter,"...You should be thankful I even made them." I folded my arms across my chest with a solemn look on my face. Ian and Ryan both shot me questioning looks. Stay cool, Ava. I was worried they could see straight through this fake act I was putting on.

Ian didn't let his suspicious gaze leave mine, he knew something was up. His little barbie doll was right back by his side again with her head on his shoulder while she fiddled with his hands.

Ryan without hesitation reached for his drink before Ian put out his hand and halted him. "Wait a second." Ian narrowed his eyes at me furrowing his eyebrows. My jaw fell slightly opened, I silently praised myself for not adding the last ingredient.

Ryan looked at Ian with fury for telling him to wait. "Why don't you take a drink of it first." Ian demanded with a sly smile as he crossed his arms.

"I.. I don't drink?" I shot back in defense.

"Of course you don't, what'd you do to our drinks?" He questioned impatiently jumping to his feet clenching his fists.

"Whoa-" I flinched backwards wary of what he might do, he was still drunk he could do anything.

"Why would you think I did something to your drinks?" I waited a moment for a response but Ian just waited with anticipation, he wasn't going to drink the drink until I did.

"Fine, if your that skeptic, I'll drink some, just to prove you wrong." I sighed and started to pick a drink up before Ryan shook his head.

"Dude, she didn't do anything to them, just give it a rest." Ryan sat up on the couch, he didn't really care he just wanted to drink his drink.

"It's fine-" I rolled my eyes, "...I'll take a sip."

I focused my eyes on the ice cubes slowly moving their way around the wine glass. The thought of drinking it made me want to hurl. I could already feel the bile rising in my throat. I took one last look at the three of them who were looking at me with wary eyes before clutching the wine glass in my hand and taking a small drink causing me to gag at the first droplet that landed in my mouth.

"There. Are you happy?" I directed at Ian with a sarcastic tone as I sat the wine glass back done with disgust. He continued to look at me suspiciously, for some reason he just didn't trust my actions.

I became aggravated and said something I wish I hadn't. "Quit looking at me like I'm some kind of... criminal, if your going to look at anyone like that look in the mirror at your pathetic self." I gasped. I couldn't believe those words came out of my mouth.

The next thing I knew Ian flew up off the couch and pushed me straight to the ground. His fist was raised up in the air ready to strike me before Ryan warned him to stop.

"Ian, grow some balls, if your going to let a wimpy 17 year olds words bother you, you might want to crawl back home to your mommy." Ryan laughed before rolling his eyes and chugging his drink. 

I almost didn't want to put the rat poison into Ryan's drink considering he had basically just saved my life. I glared at Ian when he directed his attention back to me. He gave me an annoyed look as he retreated his arm and crashed back onto the couch.

I shot Ryan a thank you look. "In return, since I just saved you from being beaten, why don't you fix me another Margarita?" I glanced at Ian and his barbie doll who had just sat their empty glasses back down onto the coffee table before returning my stare back to Ryan.

"Uh... yeah, sure." I responded nodding my head. I hoped that Ian and his barbie doll wanted another round as well, if so my idea was going directly according to plan.