The Good Girl's Bad Boys Fanfic

Chapter 3 Ski Goggles and Beanie Hats

"Come on, turn that frown upside down." Jordan whacks me on the head with a pillow. We're sitting on the couch in Bennett's living room.
Declan takes a bite of the last piece of pizza, which I'm not sure is a good idea, considering it's been in the box for three hours.  "Don't worry, Blair. You weren't that embarrassing when you got high. All you did was-"
"Shut up," I hiss. "I really don't want to know."
All I remember after eating those pot cookies is straddling Bennett. I can't even look at him. That's how embarrassed I am.
Naomi turns the TV off and throws down the remote. "What should we do now?"
"Let me consult the spirits." Jordan slides off the couch and onto the floor, where earlier we'd set up a dusty Ouija board because we had nothing better to do. We didn't even get to finish the game because everyone was obviously pushing, and the indicator kept going onto words like penis and vagina, until Declan started shouting "You spirits are perverts! You're trying to molest us!" into the air.
Jordan shoves the indicator with two fingers. It spins once before settling over the word YES.
"Look, peeps." Jordan holds up his hands. "No hands."
"It wasn't even a yes or no question, dimwit." Declan rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his orange Fanta. "And don't call us peeps unless you want to go to the store and buy me those marshmallow peep things I always get on Easter."
"I'm getting bored," Naomi says.
"We need music or something," I say, jumping up. "We can't just sit around here like a bunch of couch potatoes."
"Definitely music," Jordan says. We both run into the next room where the music stereo is.
"No music." Bennett groans, but it's too late. All Time Low is already blasting.
Jordan and I march back into the room wearing ski goggles and beanie hats. The only difference is Jordan's hobbling along with one foot jammed into a child's snowshoe.
"You guys look crazy," Naomi says. She holds her stomach and doubles over with laughter.
Jordan gyrates a ski pole between his legs, rocking back and forth. "Oh, oh!"
We all crack up at that. Jordan drops the ski pole and wraps his arms around my waist.
"You know you want me, babe," he says, smirking.
"You're impossible," I say, pushing him away from me. He falls on his butt, laughing.
"You love me," he says, standing up. We take the ski goggles off, but leave the hats on when we sit on the couch again.
"Blair?" Declan's eyes are wide and he drops his voice. I have to lean close to him to hear him over the music. "Can I tell you a secret?"
I shrug. "Sure."
"You have to promise not to tell anyone."
"I promise," I mutter.
Then he leans forward until his mouth is only an inch away from my ear. "I. . ."
Then he turns his head and burps, loudly, in my face.
"Declan!" I fan the air with my hand. Naomi, Jordan, Bennett, and Declan all start laughing hysterically. "What's wrong with you?"
"You should've seen your face, Blair."
"Are you ever serious?" I say jokingly.
Declan grins. "I'll be serious when I'm dead."
"So, are you guys sure you don't want to go to that party that one of football guys is throwing?" Jordan asks, jumping to his feet.
"I'm in," Naomi says, standing up.
"Me too."
"One for all and all for one."
  When they're all standing up, they look where I'm still sitting.
  Bennett chuckles. "It's only nine and Blair already looks like she could barf."
I stand up and wait for everything to stop spinning around. "I'm fine."
"Liar," Naomi says, and smiles.