The Bad Boy

Ch 5: You're Whipped

*Luke's POV*

After a couple of dares involving Calum streaking around the neighborhood for a bit and Ashton admitting he had a daddy kink, the group had gone through two bottles of vodka. The most drunk was probably Calum, because he kept getting dared and questioned ridiculous things by Michael and Kat. The least drunk person was probably Luke, surprising I know, but he had always had a higher tolerance than most people, and hadn't been dared much. But it was obvious to see he was affected by the alcohol, just a bit, from his glazed over eyes.

Kat giggled loudly, leaning on Chrissy, even though she was sitting. "Come on Michael! Just pick something!" Her cheeks were bright red, her eyes bright and clouded with excitement and alcohol.

"Okay! Okay!" Said the redhead boy, who's hair was sticking out oddly and out of place. "Dare!" He yelled out loudly, laughing as if he said the funniest thing in the world.

Calum thought for a moment, his big brown eyes sparkling. "I dare you to kiss Chrissy!"

At those words, Michael glanced at Chrissy, trying to pull a sexy face, but only looking constipated. Kat stood up and stumbled forward, to get out from in-between the two of them, landing in Luke's lap. Kat giggled, gripping Luke's arm tightly. Probably tighter than she meant to. Luke wrapped his hands around her waist, making sure she didn't fall off and hit her head. He stared at her for a while, taking in the way her smile seemed to be able to make anyone smile. He loved that about her.... but then Kat started slapping his chest in rapid session.

"Look, look!" She whispered yelled, pointing to the two people who had the spotlight.

Chrissy's cheeks were dark red, her face emotionless; like cold stone. Michael scooted forward, almost falling on his face from his arms giving out, but he reached Chrissy without doing so. Chrissy was silent, her hazel eyes locked on Michael's green ones. He placed one hand on her cheek softly, as if she were a fragile leaf and leaned in slowly. To Luke's, and probably everyone else, surprise Chrissy leaned in too, their lips meeting. Kat cheered loudly, hugging onto Luke. Chrissy and Michael kept their lips locked together for a while and probably you've gone further if Ashton hadn't broken them up.

"They look so cute." Kat giggled in Luke's ear. He tightened his grip on her waist, his heart skipping a beat as he felt her hot breath on his cheek. God, why did she make him feel like this? No one ever in his life made him feel this way before, no girl, no boy, no one. But the foreign feeling made him the happiest person ever.

Chrissy beckoned Kat over to sit on the other side of her, the one closest to Calum, so she could sit next to Michael too. Kat quickly crawled over to her, giggling over what just happened. The spot where she had been sitting on Luke's lap felt cold suddenly.

"Enough of the cutesy love stuff Michael," Ashton yelled loudly, motioning towards Michael's hand which grasped Chrissy's tightly, "ask someone!"

"And not Calum." Luke chimed in, making everyone laugh.

Michael nodded, taking his shot and glancing around the group. After a minute of drunken thinking, Michael decided his victim. "Kat! Truth or dare?"

"Truth-" She began, but Calum intervened.

"Pick dare for once City Girl! You've been picking truth all night have only answered 3 out of 7! Do dare and actually compete the dare." He slurred, nudging her in the side. It was true. She was asked a bunch of questions, but some she wouldn't answer. What made Luke was suspicious was the fact that she refused to answer the questions involving stuff about the people in the group they were currently in, such as: "Who's the hottest out of the five of us?" Or "who would you make out with out of the five of us?" If one of those popped up, Kat would immediately down two shots in quick recession, impressing everyone.