Teammates (boyxboy)

Chapter Six

*Liam's pov*

We went upstairs and into a room. When the girl opened the door, a light lit the dark hallway. The room had cream colored walls and a lot of black furniture.

"So, what game are we gonna play?" Some guy with dark brown hair asked. He was wearing a Panic At The Disco shirt, which made me like him on the spot.

"Triple dog?" A girl next from me asked.
She looked a lot like Bradley, but her hair was longer and her eyes were much darker.

Everyone nodded.
Have they all really watched that movie?

"Alright, sounds like a plan," Bradley said.

"Who wants to start?" The Panic At The Disco shirt guy asked.
"I will," Brett answered, smirking.

"Rose, I triple dog dare you to go get a guy from down stairs to come up here. Record it all, and right before anything happens then pretend you've never seen him before, and you don't know where you are," he said to the Bradley-twin.

So, her name was Rose.

She laughed.
"Alright. I'll be back. No rounds without me!" Rose said as she got up and shut the door behind her.

Now we had to wait until she got back.
Brett turned to me. By now, everyone was talking to each other.

"I'm glad you came," he said quietly.

I smiled.

"I'm glad I came, too," I said, earning a laugh from Brett.

"I'm Shay, by the way," a girl sitting next to Bradley said, looking at Brett and me.

She was wearing a white shirt with black shorts, and a flannel tied at her waist. Her eyes were a noticeably dark blue, and she said lots of eye makeup. Her hair was jet black, and put into a messy bun.

"I'm Nolan," the Panic At The Disco boy said.

After a few minutes, Rose came back, phone in hand, laughing.

"Come see this," she said as she walked over to the group.

She showed the video and everyone found it funny. The guy was totally desperate.

"Alright, Liam, right? I triple dog dare you to kiss everyone in this group," Rose said "unless they say no."

I felt my cheeks heat up.

"Start with me, and go clockwise," she smirked.

"Okay," I said quietly.

I got the kiss done and over with.
Next was Bradley.

She nodded.
I leaned in to kiss her quickly.

Next was Nolan.
"I'm straight, bro," he said.

I nodded
Good to know.

Shay.
She raised her eyebrows,
and I shrugged. I pecked out lips together quickly.

Next to Nolan was a girl with short brown hair and she was very thin.

"My girl wouldn't like it," she said, shaking her head.

I nodded.
The circle was over, besides who was sitting next to me.

Brett.
I can't kiss Brett. I don't even know if I like him.
What if he says no? That's gonna kill.

PUT ON CHASING CARS BY THE FRAY RIGHT NOW MY FRIEND YOU WONT REGRET IT.

I looked at Brett, who was smirking.
"Why not?" He said.
I felt my cheeks get hot again.

"Uh, yeah," I said.

I was about to kiss Brett Talbot.
What if something goes wrong? How long am I supposed to stay in for? What if I pull away too early, or too late?

He leaned forward slowly, and so did I..
and then we were kissing.

There's the whole "sparks" saying that everyone describes their first kiss with someone they like as. I always thought they were being dramatic, because I've kissed a few people, and it never felt like that.

I now know what they're talking about. It was sparks. It was butterflies soaring in my stomach. It was adrenaline you get right before you jump off a high cliff into water.

Brett pulled away suddenly, and I knew why.

That sound that you heard when you're three and your looking into your birthday cake.

Or when you pull out your first tooth.

Or when you ride a bike for the first time.

Or when you take your first bath.

Or when you're on your way to preschool.

Click.

That was the sound Brett and I heard. Someone in the group had taken a picture.

Brett got up quickly, grabbing my wrist. It took my by surprise how tight his grip was, even for a werewolf.

"I forgot. We have to leave," he said, his voice cold, eyes dark.

He dragged my out of the room, and let go of my wrist. He stormed off fast, and I knew I should follow him.

OKAY NOW FRIENDS PUT ON SHE WILL HE LOVED BY MAROON 5 AND YOU'LL BE MENTALLY BROKEN.

"Brett, it's okay. Relax, please," I begged.
He shut the front door behind us and walked over to his car.

He opened his car door and slammed in shut once he was in.

I stood there, in front of his car, the headlights making a shadow of my body.

My eyes were getting glassy. His were getting darker. He was getting more mad.

Then, I did something I never thought I'd do.
I turned around, and walked towards the front door. I took one glance back at Brett. His face had loosened, and his eyes had a different look to them.

He wasn't mad. He was broken.
I looked down, then opened the front door.