I take a sip of my coke and look around the room. What a poor excuse of a party.
People making out on the sofa, boring-ass music pumping through the speakers, drunk sleeze-bags hitting on every girl they see.
I should've just stayed in my dorm.
"Come on, at least try and have a little fun," Asha, my roommate/best friend urges.
"Seriously Ash? I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I'd honestly rather be studying," I raise my eyebrow at her.
"Girl, you're crazy. Let's make this party a little more fun," she winks. "Yo boys! Wanna play truth or dare?"
A group of frat boys chilling in a corner turn their heads and look at us.
"Yeah why not," the blonde one agrees. He and the four boys behind him walk to us.
"Asha? Are you nuts?!" I harshly whisper into her ear.
"Live a little," she nudges my ribs.
The five boys sit on an empty sofa and we sit on the floor in front of them.
"I'll start," Asha raises her arm. "Louis, truth or dare?"
The boy with mousy brown hair and blue eyes replies, "Dare, of course."
"I dare you to walk up to that girl over there and lick her face." Asha smirks as she gestures towards a girl with bright pink hair and too much makeup.
"What? Give me another dare," Louis pleads.
"Nope. Gotta do it Lou,"
The boy with long curly hair and green eyes chuckles, I find myself staring at him until he notices and I quickly look away.
Louis stands up and lets out a huff as he heads towards the colourful girl.
We watch as he introduces himself and she smiles at him, until he leans forward and licks a stripe down her cheek.
She gasps and gives him a good slap across the face.
Louis walks back towards us holding his cheek.
"Thanks a lot Asha," he grumbles. We all giggle.
"Okay, your turn Lou," the blonde one, who I think is called Niall, says to Louis.
"Harry, truth or dare?" he says towards that curly head boy that is too good-looking to be near me.
"I dare you to make out with the most attractive girl in this room." He smirks in triumph.
Harry just sits there for a moment and I feel myself start to get jealous thinking that he's going to make out with one of the gorgeous girls sitting near us.
Stop it, I tell myself.
My heart speeds up when he starts walking towards me. He leans down and his face is directly in front of mine.
Am I dreaming?
His lips come in contact with mine and I try not to freak out. Our tongues move in sync. I'm definitely enjoying this too much.
Before I know it he's pulling away.
"Catch you later," he winks.
I feel myself smile, maybe this party isn't so bad.
