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"let's play spin the bottle!" one of the girls exclaimed as we sat around the fire.

dean had taken me to a small get-together he had forgotten about until i had mentioned i needed to get away. "what better place to get away to than a bonfire with a small group of people and some alcohol?" he had said as we drove down a back-road in the middle of the country. i could say that i was worried that he was taking me out in the middle of nowhere to kill me, but what are the chances that would actually happen?

that wasn't a thought in my mind at all in that moment. i just wanted to drink and get away. maybe if i liked it a lot i wouldn't leave. we knew that was never going to happen though.

i scratched above my brow before looking over at dean. "do you need something?" i asked as politely as possible. it didn't come out very polite. dean had been staring at me when i had glanced over at him. maybe he had been doing it for a short amount of time, maybe it was long. i didn't care though. i didn't plan on dying tonight, which meant that he had to pay attention to the road ahead of us.

"i suggest you watch your tone. i'm the one who's driving this car. i'm the one taking you somewhere to get away."

dick.

i almost couldn't believe that i had made the decision to hang out with dean. after 11:30pm. my mind must be real fucked up. i just couldn't wait to see what would come of tonight.

. . .

why wasn't i upset? i should be upset. shouldn't i?

honestly, i did not see myself ever ending up in a situation like this. who ever sees something like this coming? right in front of my eyes was who i was convincing myself to be the love of my life, with a skanky bitch from our rival high school. what the fuck, right? i should be crying, or at least angry. but honestly i'm not. i'm not phased one bit. that shows how much i was actually interested in him.

let's rewind a bit.

. . .

twenty minutes earlier

"hey, we're here."

"no shit, sherlock," in front of me were four junky cars arranged around a small fire-pit. one of the cars had looked familiar to me, but i brushed it off thinking that it probably belonged to some druggy who used to go to my school. i jumped out of the car i had been in for too long after receiving a grade-A eye roll from dean.

dean hadn't waited for me to join him. he left as soon as he was out of the car, joining the small group of people sitting on the ground around the fire-pit. i joined soon after. i'd rather not stand alone awkwardly. that's not what i came here to do. i came to get away. to have some fun.

"hey, dean. who's your friend?" one out of the few boys asked.

i spoke before dean could, "my name is brooklyn, i used to go to school with dean."

"oh," the boy replied with a smirk. "school-day-dean huh?"

"yep," i smiled. "back when he was nerdy and only cared about school." i poked dean in the side and he responded with a harsh throw of an elbow after muttering 'fuck you'. whoops i guess. i was handed some form of alcohol in a blue solo cup. i didn't care what it was. i chugged it as soon as it was in my hands. "refill, please."

"damn, girl. of course," the same boy from before smiled. "i'm troy by the way."

"well hello, troy." he stared at me for a minute and not once did the smile leave his face. "uhm," i coughed.

"shit, troy. give the girl her damn drink already," a girl i hadn't noticed chimed in.

everyone chuckled except for troy, whose face had most likely changed with a tint of red in his cheeks. a drink was shoved into my hands and i gladly took it. i'll just sip this one.

"does anyone know where britt and her guy friend went?" someone asked.

"fuck no. i don't care," troy responded.

"uhm yes you do, troy. she's your ex and you're clearly not over her," dean said.

"i'll go look for them, i'm sure they're not far," troy said.

"i'll come!" i smiled.

we had left not even a minute after our conversation. troy was nice, but i had daniel. god, he was cuter than daniel though. way cuter. if daniel and i ever ended things, i'd definitely go to troy. i know, i know; i don't know him. but i'd like to get to know him if i had the chance to. if daniel knew i was with troy he would've freaked.

"shh, i think i see them," troy whispered.

britt and her guy friend were making-out against a tree.

"isn't this, i don't know, spying?"

"shush."

they pulled away from the kiss. they had looked so involved in it, like nothing could ever separate them. that's how i used to feel with daniel.

"hey, britt!" troy yelled.

"what the fuck do you want, troy?"

"dean and his friend are here, come hang out with us."

"give me a second, fucktard."

"i'm just gonna leave you guys here," i tried to turn away but troy grabbed my arm.

"stay, dude."

britt and the unknown guy resumed their kiss then began to walk towards us. i felt so awkward and out of place, like i wasn't supposed to be there. something felt off. bad. something bad was going on. as they neared i recognized britt from somewhere but i wasn't sure, until i realized that the guy with her was daniel.

i immediately looked down, trying to hide my face from them. "troy, i uh gotta talk to dean," i ran. fast. i ran towards dean and almost collapsed at his feet. "dean, i need to go. now. please, now."

"we just got here! we're not leaving."

the kissing couple had arrived. they were now leaned up against a car.

"hey, isn't that daniel? your boyfriend?" dean questioned.

and now here we are. standing face-to-face. me and the cheater. but i'm not hurt. just confused.