Chasing Love

Chapter 3

One time at a party, I kissed my boyfriend's best friend (and five other guys).

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"HEEEEEEEEEEY EVERYBODY!" Keith's voice boomed from the microphone he had set up by the stereo.  

My head snapped to him so quickly and sharply that I thought I had got whiplash. But as I rubbed my sore neck, I quickly said a thank you to the man upstairs. I'd rather my neck break then have to stare back at Dylan blankly. Because that's what I would've done if Keith hadn't stopped him from finishing his sentence and telling me that he loved me. I would've just stared at him.  

Eternally grateful to the dark-haired twin, I listened carefully to Keith's announcement.  

After the cheers had settled down, Keith picked up the microphone again, ready to address the crowd of around 50 raving teens.  

"So, I hate to break it to you guys but it's 12 and all the neighbors have been complaining so we're going to have to shut down the music for tonight."  

He was met by a chorus of boos, but I was only mildly upset. Actually, I was more surprised at the fact that Keith sounded extremely sober.  

"I know, I know," he groaned, waving his hands as if he was pleading with us to not kill him (not that some of these kids wouldn't...). "But, maybe we could set up some game! What do you guys think?"  

This suited the hammered teenagers, and we all yelled back. A few boys in the back started shouting various party games at Keith.  

"Flip-cup!"  

"Beer-pong!"  

"Truth or dare!"  

"Did I hear a beer po-"  

Keith was interrupted by Brianna, who grabbed the microphone from her brother. A few wolf-whistles echoed through her house as the boys admired the pretty Latin girl that stood above us on her coffee table. She did look jaw-dropping tonight, as I had told her before. Her usually curly black hair was straightened to shimmering perfection and it contrasted sharply with her skin-tight red dress. Like my shorts, it stopped right under her butt and you could literally see the boys drooling over her curvy figure.  

"I have something a bit more ... original," she murmured quietly, making everyone stop talking so they could listen to her.  

"A bit more ... steamy," she continued, her voices almost sultry. "But, this ones only for the couples!" she added. "Don't worry, it'll be funner to watch," she assured everyone who immediately made sounds of complaint. "Trust me."  

Her eyes stopped at me, and once again, she smirked. A ball of fury blew up inside of me as I realized that whatever game she had made up was to get back at me.  

That spiteful bitch.  

"So can all the couples come to the middle?"  

Everyone looked around hesitantly and I felt Brianna's gaze land on me again. Her arms were crossed and her eyes were challenging. She was waiting for me to make the first move.  

"Let's play guys!" I shouted. If Brianna wanted a show then it was a show she would get. I tilted my head up proudly and crossed my arms, proving that I wasn't going to let down easily. Brianna knew me well enough to know that I never backed down.  

Ever.  

As I came towards the center of the room, everyone separated for me and Dylan. They parted like the Red Sea, for lack of better description, and stepped back into a circle.