Our Little Secret

Chapter 83

Sarah

"Eight?"

"Sorry girlfriend, you're wrong. That's four sips for you." Sam puts down the playing card and I smile bittersweetly. Emptying my drink in one go, it was almost empty anyway. By now all of us have been dealer at least once and I'm utterly tired of the taste of both vodka and rum. Tequila isn't much better though and I grimace as I drink the last drop in my glass.

"I think we'll have to switch dealer soon, because I can't drink much more." I say wrinkling my nose, somewhat misarticulating the words. Somehow we ended up switching places and I am now seated next to Helen and Reuben, Sam and Eric sit on the opposite side across the table. I don't know how it happened but Reuben is sitting close enough for arms to touch. Whilst it's very spacious between Helen and I.

"Alright, let's switch then." Sam proposes and push the playing cards over to me.

"Can't we play another game? I'm getting tired of this." Helen complains with a groan.

"No, I want to continue." Reuben argues over my head, looking at Helen. "What do you guys think?" He turns to ask Eric, Sam and I.

"Yeah I want to continue too." Eric agrees and Sam nods. Feeling rather indifferent about the matter I give Helen a shrug and smile in excuse.

"Well then I'm out, see ya." Helen stands from her chair and walk out the room. I don't focus on her very long before I start to shuffle the cards. While I do this Reuben makes the effort to put his arm around my chair and move even closer. At first I feel like he's invading on my private space, but then I remember my earlier conversation with Jack and decide to let Reuben get as close as possible.

"Okay! Eric you're up." I tell him and pick up a card and the game continues on.

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Jack

I can't get Sarah's words out of my head. I've been trying like a fool for the past two hours. Miles is wasted beyond his mind and high as a fucking house as well. The fact that he hasn't passed out yet is a miracle.

For some reason I don't feel like drinking tonight. Though I should, it would dampen my feelings and ease my troubled mind. But I can't. I don't know if it's because of her or not.

Sarah...

I've fucked up bad. I know I've messed things up real good and Daniel has payed his price for throwing me in front of the bus. If he hadn't told Sarah about the bet she never would've found out. I was about to put all that behind me and act as if it never happened. If Daniel just would have shut his mouth then we could be... Well something.

But that's all in the past, now she can't even look at me without an expression of betrayal and disgust. She hates me, I know it. At least I can be true enough and admit that I deserve it. I do not deserve Sarah, she's too good. Too pure. Although I'm making her lose that purity with all my shit. She doesn't need my shit.

Speaking of Sarah, I haven't seen her since our encounter earlier. I've decided not to look for her because it'll end in trouble. However I managed to position my group of friends in the main area which connects to most part of the house. You need to walk through her to get both the kitchen, upstairs and the backyard. It's also in this room that the dance floor is situated by having moved most of the furniture into one specific corner. A long couch is pushed against the wall with a coffee table in front of it. Numerous armchairs are positioned around it, almost forcing people to stay put because it's too difficult to get in and out. It's one of these armchairs I am seated in the moment.