Inviting the Virgin: Dealing With the Aftermath (Old Version)

Ten :A Plan or Just Crazy?:

 "We will never speak about this. Ever," Stella clarified shooting all of us a menacing glare. She held her hair back with a repulsed look across her face.

This scenario would be less hilarious if Jordan wasn't being her typical self. The more I am with Jordan that more I think she's better off than the rest of us. She was so carefree. So unafraid of what Stella would do to her after tonight was over.

She sat perfectly happy, awaiting for Stella to lick her foot, a ridiculously goofy smile across his face.

"Recently washed," Jordan toyed with her. She wiggled her bare toes in front of Stella's face, enjoying the gagging sensation when Stella accidentally smelt her foot.

At least I just had to deal with them being in my face. I would't actually want to lick Jordan's feet but it was still humorous that out of all of us, it was Stella who had to. 

"Gosh Stella, it's just a foot." My laugh was cut short by her icy warning.

Stella crouched down beside me leaning away from Jordan's foot. Her face scrunched up. "This is fucked up, Cara," she hissed the words, looking at a triumphed little bitch over on the couch.

I cranked my head to look at Jordan. She flashed me a smile before outstretching her foot and propping her leg up on onto my shoulder. Jordan always had a way of lightening the mood and making me laugh.

"Jordan," I whined pretending to be bothered by our awkward predicament. The weight of her leg made my posture shift, even more so when both of us had a fit of laughter.

"That isn't helping," Stella spat.

"But it's hilarious," I countered, my body vibrating.

Two hands firmly grabbed my shaking shoulders. The action caught my attention as I turned my head to the side. Leaning back I rested into Zack's chest, "Could you please stop that," he whispered gently.

"I haven't laughed at you yet," Stella spat angrily.

A chuckle escaped my lips, "you're kidding right?" Stella didn't seem surprised by my angered tone as I turned my fixation from Zack to her.

"You dared your own teammate," I hissed at her leaning forward, bringing Jordan's toes much closer to my face.

Stella gave me a smirk. She shrugged her shoulders, "We were all sick of your fighting. If I had handcuffs I would have handcuffed you two together. Now deal with it." Stella rolled her eyes at my lack of gratitude.

There wasn't much to be grateful about being dared to sit on Zack's lap for the remainder of the night. It was awkward but if the goal was to keep us quiet it was working. Zack had refused initially but if it meant using a hundred points to get out of it, he'd put up with it.