• Ch 12 •

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So the guys I was going to choose from was either Matt, one of the guys that was looking at me this whole time I was at the party, or Mikey.

NO I don't think I actually like him, I'm still pissed off, I just really feel like pissing off Malory. It was obvious that she liked him.

I really wanted to kiss Matt, he seemed like a good kisser. Wait, did I just say I like Matt? No, I just to kiss him. Yeah, not actually date him. Simple as that, get the dare over with,

I walked over to Matt with no hesitation and kissed him. I cupped his face and gave him a quick kiss and went and sat back down.

I'm pretty sure my face was red, but I was glad to get it over with. I heard someone in the kitchen, then the lights flickered back on. I saw everyone's faces with shock looking at me.

Did no one her the noises from the kitchen?

I think I was just hearing things.

We went back to playing the game and I spun the bottle. It landed on an empty space. I noticed someone was missing.

"Who left?" Someone asked. "Boston" someone said like it was no big deal. I felt the blood drain from my face. I just forgot that Boston was here.

Wow, what a great almost girlfriend. Oh wait, now you don't get that, he's probably pissed off at you now.

They decided to do Rock Paper Scissors again with the people sitting to the left and right of where Boston was.

The two people were Malory and the girl on the cheer team that was in the car, Elena.

Elena lost, thank you Jesus. I didn't want to have to speak to Malory again for any reason still.

"Elena, truth or dare?" I asked smiling. She playfully rolled her eyes. "Tr-" she was cut off by another loud noise from the kitchen. "Okay what the hell was that?" Matt asked, considering it was his house.

He got up and walked over to the kitchen. We heard nothing and we got curious.

I pulled Reagan with me, heading to see what was going on in the kitchen.

"Seriously?" He asked. I saw a picture shattered on the ground of who I'm guessing is Matt and his siblings. Then I saw who caused it to fall, and saw Boston and one of the girls invited here.

They were both blushing badly, and bottoms hair was all messed up.

"You know what Boston? It's so fucking immature that when I go and kiss one guy, not even really a kiss, and you have to take some girl and make out with her. You know what? You're probably the 3rd person within a week I've had to lose. And I honestly am tired of people breaking my trust." I told him. I was so pissed off at him.

I walked away and over to the door to leave.

"Marisa, where are you going?" Reagan asked, grabbing my arm. "Home, isn't it obvious?" I asked her. "You're not going to walk home when it's raining" she basically commanded me.

"I'm not going to get caught up in mindless drama that isn't even worth my time, I just want to leave" I said, breaking from her grasp.

I opened the door and left. Luckily, it was only slightly raining. It was still a little light out, so I could at least see where I was going. But I didn't even know how to get to my house from here.

I heard footsteps walking up to me. I turned around and saw Matt.

"Do you even know your way home?" He asked. "I'll find my way" I said.

"But there were lightning strikes not too long ago, you're not walking outside in this" he said. I remembered I was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and the rain was making me cold.

"I told everyone they could do whatever, we're not playing truth or dare anymore" he said. "ah, that's nice, a way for Boston to go off and fuck a girl," I rolled my eyes. I tried to walk faster, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back so I was facing him.

"Who cares about him anyways?" He asked. "Me! I've had feelings for him all my sophomore year, we started talking, and I was happy. I thought we'd finally start dating. But then I fucked it up. I completely forgot he was there." I said.

"If he really cared, he wouldn't go and kiss some other girl" he said. "And what about you, you said you forgot he was even there" he said. I thought about it. "Don't play one of your little games, I'm not going to fall for it" I said walking past him back to the house, shivering.

Reagan gave me a towel and I quickly accepted it and wrapped myself in it.

"I'm sorry, we should've just stayed at my house" Reagan said, trying to make things better. "No Reagan, don't you understand? I just forgot about him. I forgot about him, kissed someone I've known for only a few days over someone I've wanted to kiss for almost a year and now I just let him go. I fucked up and now I'm just losing people, losing friends, 3 people in one week Reagan!" I said, tears starting to well up in my eyes.

"You didn't lose them, you just came back to your senses and realized they were jerks, you don't need Malory or Mikey in your life. Boston isn't worth it anyways. I was waiting for something like that to happen. You know he cheats on a lot of girls" Reagan said.

"Oh but you know what, I like Matt now, I can't help it, I admitted it, be happy, I like a player. He's worse than Boston too I bet. I'm already falling for the stupid games he uses to get girls." I said.

"But the thing is, I think he sees you as more than one of the sluts he dates. He usually switches off girls with other guys, but he looks at you like he's scared he's going to lose you. He wouldn't trade you off," Reagan said. I looked at her. I smiled a little.

I gave her a hug and she yelled at me. "Ew, Marisa, you're all wet" she yelled. I laughed.

I just put my hair into a bun and decided I'd keep it up the rest of the party.

I never noticed whether Matt came in or not. I looked around and he was with Damian.

"Wait, you and Nash, what about Damian?" I asked Reagan. She looked guilty. "I really thought Damian liked you" I said. "When he came to the airport after talking with you, he was upset when he said you were talking with Nash" I told her.

"Let's stop worrying about guys and go socialize with people" Reagan said. I agreed.

Sorry guys, kind of a filler chapter, but I'm trying to update more at least aye

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