Secrets And Lies

Chapter 9: Beer Pong and Hangovers

Ryan

I looked at Axel suspiciously. Why the hell would he want to play with me? He probably wants to show me up in front of everyone. That was not going to happen.

"If you wanna lose...that's up to you." Unfortunately, my voice came out sounding goofy.

"Right..." He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "We've already covered that you don't know who you're dealing with.."

"A dick head?" I tossed the ping pong ball into a cup on the other side. I smirked and watched the girl, whose name I found out was Kendra, whine then down the beer.

"I'm out.." She grimaced.

"Where's Quade?" Sam asked, coming in and sitting on a stool. "I don't think he'd approve of this game."

Axel scoffed at his protectiveness.

"He went to move someone's car." Taylor added helpfully.

"Sam, you can babysit me.." I suggested.

Axel took Kendra's place and tossed the ball into one of my cups. Damn it. I rolled my eyes and gulped the beer. I may or may not have belched. Again. No one said a word as I threw the ball back, and it landed with a satisfying plop into the ass-hat's cup.

I didn't plan on drinking much during or after this round. However, It continued like this for longer than I wanted. Finally, Axel missed his shot but ended up hitting me square between the eyes. He played it off as if it was on purpose, but I knew better by his surprised look he gave seconds before trying to cover himself.

"Okay, I'm calling it! Ryan won with that missed shot." Sam announced.

I s.irked and looked over at Taylor and Foster, who were now making out in the corner.

When did that happen? Maybe he asked her out earlier when he pulled her aside. 

Shrugging, I let Sam drag me away and into the living room.

I still hadn't seen any sign of my brother after Kendra invited me to play beer pong. I must have hurt Mathews' ego by winning because he followed me around, stating why he hated me and warned me to sleep with one eye open.

He was as drunk as I felt; if not, more. Foster found Sam and I and  suggested a round of 'Flip-Cup' against him, and like an idiot, I shrugged, saying, "why not?". It didn't last long; our game only lasted a few minutes.

'I Love Rock N' Roll' blasted from the living room, and I couldn't help but drag Foster, Sam, and Taylor with me to dance it out.

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My head throbbed in time with the beating of my heart. I was too warm, too confined. I tested my eyes against the light flooding through a window. A groan escaped my lips when the feat proved to be too much. A heavy arm embraced my torso, and I knew right away who it belonged to.

I squeezed my eyes shut before looking behind me. As predicted, Sam slept in his usual spooning position. My eyes slowly adjusted to the natural light. I found myself staring at the back of someone's head. At this point, I realized my arm draped over the figure's side. My heart pounded in panic, making my head hurt that much more. I slowly leaned over to sneak a look at the sleeping face.

Foster.

I groaned again. He spooned a drooling Taylor, and my panic subsided a bit. How the hell did four of us end up in a queen-sized bed together? I struggled to fish my phone out of my pocket. Where was my brother? We were supposed to go back to Taylor's house. Sam was sober and the plan was to drive us there. I can't remember much of last night. A wave of guilt rose like bile in my chest.