play your games ✘lucaya

one

It's not like she didn't like to party because she did. She liked to a lot, but tonight was different. The thought of cheap beer and waking up with a killer hangover just wasn't sounding appealing. She wouldn't even be here if her best friend hadn't dragged the both of them from their cozy dorm room to a frat house across campus.

Her small body propped against a wall as she slowly sipped her glass of water wondering why tonight she felt so out of place. Usually, she would be the one dancing on the table, the one who would get flat out wasted, relying on Riley to get her home. What changed?

Quickly scanning the room for her other half and she found her, playing beer pong of all activities with some drunken frat boy. She couldn't think of a worse situation for her innocent doe-eyed friend. Just as she was going to go check up on her, Riley turned around and smiled at her, with eyes telling her to stay where she was.

"Hart! Where about to play a game. You in?"

The voice came from Zay, a boy she met in her photography class in freshmen year. She turned to look at him and a smile crept across her face. Zay was on of those people who you would look at and automatically smile, you couldn't say no to him. Fuck it, she thought.

"I'm in."

***

Worst decision ever.

She knew that after she sat down and looked at the people who sat around her, the entire group drunk of their asses. She knew better than to play games with people who aren't in control. The game of truth or dare was relatively calm, allowing her to calm down and relax but then some guy decided to ruin that.

"How about we play seven minutes in heaven?" Some guy dressed in a baby blue polo shirt, who had been staring at Maya's chest the entire game suggested.

"Are we in fucking grade seven?" She muttered to herself looking at the ground. That was literally the worst idea anyone could come up with.

"Come on Hart," Zay said leaning into her with a big cheeky grin on his face. "Lighten up." 

"This is ridiculous." She said chuckling to herself.

The rest of the intoxicated group seemed to be loving the idea, all buzzing and writing their names on pieces of paper that were being passed around. She couldn't stop shaking her head at the stupidity, you think college students would be mature enough to find a game not commonly played by middle school children desperate to have their first kiss. 

Of course, the girl caved. Once a slip of paper and pen were handed to her she wrote her name in neat penmanship. As she rolled her eyes she placed the piece of paper into the small pile of female names. Tonight was such a mess, and now she was expected to hook up with some horny frat guy in a closet? Just great.

"Ok, who wants to pick first?" Zay asks as everyone finishes putting their names into two hats that someone must have supplied. Soon enough a girl with a pouty look on her face grabbed a name out of one of the hats.

"Billy Ross." She says with a smirk as she stands up pulling a guy who is much taller then her down the hallway into a closet.

"Score dude!" Some drunk frat boy in a baby blue polo shirt otherwise known as the guy who has been staring at my boobs the entire night yelled out to his friend. The girl mentally puked at the thought of having to hook up with him. Just looking at him she knew who he was. The cocky smirk on his face meant trust fund brat, and the few unbutton buttons on his shirt meant he was looking for a girl to spend the night with but not the morning.

"Shut up Friar." Billy responded. Was his name really Friar?

"What are we supposed to now? Wait for seven minutes?" The girl hated waiting more than anything else. Even more than hooking up with nasty frat boys who just want to get in your pants.

"Duh Hart," Zay says. "Unless you want your turn now, there always is the bathroom?"

The girl just rolled her eyes. She just hoped that the game will end before it's her turn or someone picks her, the last thing she wants is to be forced to hook up with some disgusting fat boy. Especially since her and Josh were now on the outs.

The seven minutes passed painfully slowly and when the timer on Zay's phone went off the girl was so relieved. Now if the next round could just start and end she would be so much closer to leaving this damn party.

The pair from the closet stumbled out of it, lipstick smudged, hair a mess, looking like they just had sex, (which to be honest they probably just had) laughing so loud as they sat down with the group. Nobody other than the girl seemed to be uncomfortable by closet people. As they sat down the Billy placed the girl who was in the closet with him in his lap.

"Who's next?" The lap girl asked.

"I'll go." The guy from before says as he starts to pick a name from the hat. He holds it out in front of him for a second before reading the name out to the group.

"Maya Hart."

Fuck.

OMG! So this is my first gmw fanfiction and I am so excited for it! This is a Lucaya story so if you don't like lucaya please don't read it and send hate. I know this is a short chapter but it is only the beginning!!!!