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"I'm going to get wasted," I say to Shawn and he snickers. "Be carful, we aren't 21," he winks. I scoff and hit the side of his arm. We're currently on the way to the party, and I'm kinda excited but also nervous. I get drunk like, once a year, so I'm looking forward to just being free. But I'm not looking forward to Amara and Taylor. Yeah, Taylor is a nice guy and all, but I think he has feelings towards me.

I'm not being full of my self and saying that every guy likes me, cause they don't. He just has this kind of look in his eyes, I can't even explain it. And Amara is a just a plain bitch, once a cheater, always a cheater. I never understood how people could cheat, how heartless can you be? I like Shawn a lot, but if he ever cheated, I would leave him in a heart beat. There's no excuse to cover up such a thing.

I usually make smart decisions when I'm drunk. But if I do make a bad choice, it's doesn't really have an effect on anything. Like opening the door at the end of the hallway even when you hear the bed squeaking. Bad, bad choices.

"My friends are probably gonna wanna play the game we call spill.." He starts. I push away my thoughts and listen to his sweet voice, "we call it that because you have to spill secrets, ya know? What you do is pick a question out of a hat and you have to answer it, or you're out. The winner gets to gift card to where ever they want, it's pretty fun." I nod, "I'll probably play." He smiles and takes a sharp left. "Wow Shawn chill," I laugh.

"Sorry, I was paying more attention to how beautiful you are then where I was going," I giggle before rolling my eyes. "Stop," I mumble. He smiles big and I can't help but do the same. "We're here!" Shawn says excitedly. I look forward and see the big house, at least three stories. Cars line the driveway and road, luckily there are no houses near by.

I unbuckle my seatbelt before hopping out of the car, "Wow," is all I say. Shawn wraps his arm around my shoulder before taking a step forward. "They'll love you," he says In a sweet voice. I smile, but I actually wanna frown. I'm nervous, what if his friends hate me? What if they think I'm not good enough for him.

What if.

I take deep breath as we walk up the front porch stairs. The smell of sweat, cigarettes, and different types of drinks float in the air. Some one whistles before I feel a slap on my ass. I pull away from Shawn's grip and quickly turn around. There stands a boy with striking blue eyes and a smirk on his face. "Seriously Nash?" Shawn says, anger tracing his word.

Nash's eye fill with fear as soon as he figures out what he had just done. "I didn't know it was you with your arm around her-I'm sorry." Shawn laughs before pushing him, "you shouldn't grab girls asses in general, only if they're yours." Nash nods fast before running away, and I just stand there stunned. "Alright," I whisper, but Shawn still hears me. "He's actually a really good person, he just had too much to drink. Well, too much for him to handle." I nod and grab Shawn's arm out of fear. I'm scared.

He pulls his arm away before wrapping it around my waist and pulling me closer. A sense of relief takes over and I become more calm.

•••

Shawn has introduced me to all his friends, and they're really nice.
There's Cameron, Lauren, Nick, Michael, Ethan and Grayson the twins, Aaron, Kian, Jc, Jack and Jack (they call one Jj), and lastly Madison.

Shawn bonds with his guy friends while I talk to Lauren and Madison, they're really nice. "Your be Shawn are so cute!" Lauren squeals. I laugh and thank her, "yeah, cuter than me and Jack," Madison says.

I don't know about that.

Shawn's p.o.v.

Josie really seems to be getting along with Lauren and Madison, which is great. I love being able to catch up with my friends and tell them about tour. "Enough about your tour, tell us about Josie," Cameron winks. I scoff and they all laugh. "Well, she's amazing, and I really like her. Nothing else to tell." They nod and don't ask any further questions.

After a while of talking, Cameron goes upstairs to get him hat, they're ready to play. I kinda don't want Josie to play now, some of the way the questions are are coming back to me. They get freaky and personal.

We all sit in a circle, and I make sure to sit by Josie. "This game gets intense, you don't have to play," I say to Josie. She doesn't back off, shaw want to play. I thinks she just wants my friend to not think she's no fun, or she just really does want to. "Ok, since Josie is new, she can go first. I'm sure Shawn has already explained," Cameron says. Josie smiles and nods before reaching her hand into the hat.

She opens the slip of paper, then reads it. She laughs and puts the paper down on her lap, "yes I've gotten drunk before." Relief takes over, she got an easy question.
I'm next.
I read the slip of paper I have gotten, "no, I would never do the back door," Josie's eyes go wide before looking down at her hands. Shit. I got a sexual question, of course.

"Taylor has entered!" I hear a familiar voice say. I look up and see Taylor with a huge grin on his face. He wedges between Jack and Jj before reaching his own hand into the hat. "Ask who ever you want, any question you want."
I immediately got numb, I know he is going to ask Josie something.

"Oh lookie there, Josie. I gonna go with you," she stays emotionless and waits for him to continue. "Are you a virgin?"

That question makes her cheeks flush and her eyes go wide. I cough and say, "c'mon Taylor, you don't ask people that." He laughs and says, "I'll ask her what ever the fuck I want." I grit my teeth before standing. "Go away Taylor, before I beat your ass," he laughs and takes a step forward, "are you sure about that?" I laugh as well, and then barely push him. He falls from the little push. "I barely pushed you!"

His face turns red from embarrassment and then he quickly scurries away. I look down at Josie, and she stays frozen. Madison is sitting next to her with her arm wrapped around her, but Josie doesn't move. "Thanks Mads, I'll take it from here," she nods before scooting a few feet away.

"Hey, it's ok, you don't have to answ-" "I'm not." I look at her still emotionless face, "he made me think of something that took me forever to push away."

"What do you mean?" I ask (don't). "I was raped when I was twelve."
I almost choke on damn air. "W-What?" She looks at me, "my Dads friend was watching over me while my Dad went to the store, then rest plays out the way most rape does. He touched me in places he shouldn't, and forced me to remove my cloths. The rest is history."

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. And can't help but let a tear roll down my cheek, and I lean forward to wrap my arms around her. "I'm sorry baby," she stiffens.

"Baby?" I smile before picking her cheek.

"My baby."