I'll Never Tell

Chapter 8

"I've never actually been in your house before." I said. Taking in the view it was a pretty house decorated in modern furniture and decorations.

"I know, but you have been in my backyard." He winked.

I laughed.

"Ready to get hammered?" He asked.

"Hell yes!" I said.

"C'mon." He said. I followed him down the stairs into his basement which was basically like the upstairs except it had a pool table and a flat screen and a huge built in bar.

I started going through the bar and found a bottle of vodka and shot glasses.

"Wanna play a game?" I asked.

"Sure, just be prepared to lose."

"Ah now there's the cocky Noah I know."

"So, whoever can take more shots gets to do whatever they want to the other person, like if I win I get to do anything I want to you, and if you win-"

"I get to do anything I want to you." Noah finished for me.

I nodded slowly. I poured us each a shot.

"Ready?"

"Baby I was born ready." He said.

"1..2..3." I said and let the burning alcohol glide through my throat. The burning sensation felt amazing.

"Wow your good." He said.

"No talking." I said. Pouring another.

"I'm up to 8." I slurred as the table got blurry around me. "And you only have 7." I said.

Noah laughed. "Not for long!" He said taking the shot.

I layed down on the floor.

"Ready for my ninth?" He asked as he looked at me and smoothly took it.

"So, would you like another? or are you going to accept defeat."

"I think I'll accept defeat because right now my fingers are gossiping about me." I said looking at my hand.

"Ahh, we're so drunk." He said laying down beside me and taking my hands.

"Now if I'm mistaken I believe I get to do whatever I want to you." He said turning onto his side to look at me.

"That bet was stupid." I said looking at the swirling ceiling above me.

"A bet is a bet." He said. "Now lets see, what do I want to do." He said looking me up and down.

"I have a few ideas." He crawled up to my face.

"How about that kiss?" He asked.

"No." I said sitting up. He raised his eyebrow.

"I don't want my first kiss to be a bet, and I definitely don't want it to be a drunken kiss that I probably won't even remember in the morning." I said.

"Your first kiss?" He asked. He me was way more drunk then me.

"Well besides my father." I slurred out as the room started fading around me. "Can we go to bed?" I asked.

"Um, sure." He looked at me and I giggled and held out my hands for him to help me up.

I stumbled when he picked me up, I could barely stand. We put my arm around his neck and we started up the stairs. He gently layed me onto the bed.

"Where are you going?" I slurred feeling sick.

"I'm going to go sleep on the cough." We swayed a little when he stood.