Destined To Explode: A Jephen Fanfic

7. The bet

(Jess)

By the time we reached Frisco, it was about dinner time, so we got ready for a quite dinner at the nearest resto bar.

“Are you feeling okay?” I asked Stephen as he found his gray hoodie. He smirked as he sloppily put it on.

“Yup,” he smiled, at least, half-smiled. That is so Stephen.

“Everyone all set?” John O’ shouted as he waits for all of us.

“Wait, where are Garrett and Alahna?” Jared mentioned, and then we heard a giggle. We looked at each other, smiling. Apparently, we all have the exact same thought.

“Alahna! Dinner time!” I called out.

When Alahna and Garrett were finally ready, they all went and enjoyed a night out.

~

“Drinking spree!” Brian exclaimed, carrying bottles of various liquor into the bus, followed by the rest of the guys carrying other drinks.

“It’s been a while since I last had a good drinking spree,” John O’ mentioned.

As the guys changed their shirts, Stephen and Jess started grabbing plastic cups and some ice for the drinks.

“Are you drinking tonight?” Stephen asked. Jess raised an eyebrow at him.

“No, Stephen, I’m preparing the spree and I bought bottles of Jack Daniels only to let you guys have all the fun,” she said sarcastically, gently slapping Stephen in the arm.

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“Hey, Jess, I bet you can’t chug down a whole bottle of Jack Daniels without actually throwing up.” Garrett said, an arm around Alahna as everyone partied in the bus.

“Really, Gar?” Stephen smirked, putting an arm around Jess. “I bet she can,”

Garrett smirked. “Do you smell a bet?”

“You’re on.” Stephen quickly replied.

(Jess)

I didn’t sign up for this. Why did I give in?! Was it because I gave in to Stephen’s adorable brown eyes? No, probably not.

“If I win, you gotta give everyone in this bus a foot massage.”Stephen said.

“Alright, but I win,” Garrett paused for a while, an evil smile on his face, “you have to kiss Jess.”

Wait, what?

“No problem, cuz I know I won’t be kissing her anytime soon,” He replied, confidence overwhelming him. Fuck, Stephen.

“What if I don’t make it?!” I whispered in panic to Stephen, holding the bottle of liquor.

“Then we kiss,” he simply said.

“What?!”

“It’s for fun, Jeff, it’s just a kiss,” he shrugged lightly. He must seriously be drunk.

“well, here it goes,” I exhaled sharply, and I drank.

No stopping, just drinking.

I’m feeling dizzy, and I haven’t even finished the whole bottle.

Right after finishing the bottle, I raised it high in the air for everyone to see, and they started cheering.

“looks like you lost, Nickelsen!” Kennedy pointed out and some cheers and yells were heard.

“give her ten seconds,” Garrett smiled.

My head felt dizzy. I held on the Stephen for support, thank God he was there.