1 Night, 5 Hearts

Chapter 13 || Maybe You Should Just Kiss Me To Shut Me Up

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Don't ask me how watching a friendly game of pool turned into to spin the bottle in the basement. I know what you're thinking, what are we twelve, but when you put a group of slightly drunk graduates in the same room, someone's bound to start this.

So, now here I am sitting in a circle of people I know and some I don't have a clue. Lisa, a girl in front of me spins and lands on Trish. Immediately the boys in our circle start hollering. The girls lean over and give a quick kiss. Then, it's Daniel's turn, for some reason, his eyes catch mine and he winks. What is with guys and the wink? I don't understand! But as luck would have it, he lands on me. Okay, let's get this over with. I start to lean over when someone shouts "closet," making everyone erupt into a chorus of 'Closet! Closet! Closet!' Daniel stands up and offers me his hand, which is surprisingly soft. And we walk to the closet behind us.

It's crammed with Bryan's many board games and dark. Daniel still has not let go of my hand and I can feel his minty breath hitting my cheek. Then, the light comes on because Daniel pulled the string above us.

"Um, Celsey, I'm not going to make you kiss me or anything. In fact, I think this game is pretty stupid. I mean, I'm not even drunk," he confesses looking down at me with his green eyes. His black shaggy hair is long enough to cover his ears completely. I can't really look at what he's wearing because, then it might seem that I'm checking him out, and in a confined space like this that would be a little humiliating. However, if I had to guess, he's most likely wearing a band t-shirt and dark blue jeans with converse because that tends to be his M.O. No, I'm not a stalker I've just had him in a few of my classes. I think he plays the drums in some band him and his friends put together.

He cleared his throat getting my attention. "If you're not drunk and think this is so stupid then why are you playing it?" I asked. It's a fair question.

He rubbed his face with his hands sighing. "This is going to sound really lame—I can't believe I'm telling you this," he said, trying to suppress a smile. "I'm playing this game because you are." What! I was going to say something, but he continued. "I've kind of had this stupid crush on you since middle school and I thought this is the last party, so I wanted—I don't know, to finally tell you. Because if I didn't I would have been left thinking what if—you know," he asked waiting for me.

"You like me?" I asked.

He nodded silently.

"Well, are you going to kiss me or not?" I asked, smirking.

He looked up, shocked. He wasn't kidding. I can't believe he really likes me. No one has ever, chosen me. I'm the girl in the background. I'm the second. But here's this boy, who noticed me.

His lips pull back to revile the most heart stopping smile and he slowly leans in cupping my face in his hands, while I close my eyes in anticipation, for his lips.

Then, we hear a loud banging on the door. "You two, stop whatever it is you've been doing for the past four minutes and get out here it's our turn for the closet!"

Daniel froze, so I open my eyes and see a question on his face, as if he doesn't know to kiss me or to stop. I take his hand and shake my head, "Come on, those horn dogs need the closet more than we do." We walk out to whistling and hooting, but don't join the circle. Together we walk up the stairs out of the basement and then up the second flight of stairs over to the guest room. This is why Bryan has all the parties; his house is huge. Once we're in the room, I turn to look at Daniel, who is trying again to hide his smile, but I start laughing, which does him in. He lets out a warm laugh. Then, I realize I don't know much about him and he had a crush, so I doubt he knows much about me.