Make My Way

Chapter Eleven

Aria's POV

No. Not Adrian. Please anyone but Adrian ask me. I didn't have very good luck. If I said truth he'd probably ask me something like how far I've gone or if I've ever done anything bad, but it if I said dare, I'd have to make out with Blake in the closet or something like that. I figured I didn't have anything to worry about with truth, I was a virgin and didn't have a whole lot to hide, but still, he could ask other things that I wouldn't want to answer. "Dare," I said hesitantly.

He grinned evilly and said. "I dare you to go out of the room and let someone blindfold you. When you come back out, we're going to have one of the guys kiss you and you have to rate it on a scale from one to ten honestly and then guess who it was."

This could go really well for me or extremely terribly. I went into the bathroom and Laine blindfolded me. "Good luck," she whispered in my ear before taking me back out into the living room. She guided me to the middle and no one spoke a word. I felt cool, soft hands on my arm. One caressed my face and then lifted my chin to pull me into a warm kiss. Our lips connected and I immediately knew who it was. I kissed back and wrapped my arms around his neck. Two smaller, warmer hands broke us apart.

"Who is it?" Laine's voice spoke from beside us.

"Hello, Blake," I said and slipped the cloth off my eyes to see him standing in front of me. I ran my fingers through his blond hair and we sat down.

"How'd you know?" Adrian asked.

"A lot of ways. Height, smell, feel, attitude. It really wasn't too hard."

He smiled at us and shook his head. Everly glanced at the time on her phone. "Crap. I have to go. It's 10:53 and my curfew's at 11." Her, Laine and Merrick all had to go, leaving me, Stella, Adrian, Xaiver, Easton, and Blake. We decided it was a good time to switch games. What game did we end up playing, despite Stella and I's argument? That's right. Spin the bottle.

I was the youngest so of course, they made me go first. To make it less awkward, if it landed on someone of the same gender, we had the option to kiss them on both cheeks instead of the lips. I reached out and gave the old fashioned coke bottle a spin. As it slowed down, I gave out a sigh of relief. It had almost landed on Adrian but had kept going slowly and ended up on Xavier instead. I gave him a quick, firm peck and sat back down like nothing had happened.

He spun and had to kiss Easton on both cheeks. Easton spun and it landed on Stella. She groaned and did a backwards summersault out of the circle. He went over to her and they kissed awkwardly with their lips barely touching. She spun and the game went on with her kissing Blake and him kissing Adrian. Adrian spun and we both pretended to gag. He was the first to sit back up. We looked at each other and glared.

We were sitting next to each other so he took a deep breath, leaned over and wrapped his hand around the back of my neck. His lips met mine firmly and pulled back just as quickly. He's actually not a bad kisser. I almost slapped myself. He looked like he was internally doing the same thing I was. I shook my head and saw someone out of the corner of my eye. It was Easton's little sister who was a freshman. I knew instantly she had seen Adrian and I kiss. I screamed inside my head. "I'm good night to bed," she said, "you guys just be quiet, 'kay?" We all nodded and looked at each other.

"How about we go back to truth or dare," I suggested and everyone nodded in agreement.

Knowing this was going to be more intimate than last time, Stella asked, "Can we chicken out?"

"How about if you chicken out you have to take off one piece of clothing," Easton suggested dirtily. Stella and I argued but finally gave up. I was wearing a sweatshirt anyways. "Socks don't count," Easton added.

Xavier started the game out by asking Stella, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," she stated firmly.

"I dare you to go into Easton's bedroom with him and do a short lap dance."

Her face dropped. "No," she said.

Easton raised an eyebrow. "You chickening out?"

She groaned, "I guess." She pulled off her t-shirt revealing a gray and pink sports bra. I saw Easton's eyes wander to the uncharted territory and I kicked him. "Blake, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

Stella, being the nice person she was, let him off easy, "How long have you liked Aria?"

"Off and on since eighth grade," he said quietly and I rested my head on his shoulder. "Easton, truth or dare?"

"Truth," he said after some thought.

"Have you ever actually had a long term relationship?"

Easton glared at Blake. Blake obviously knew the answer and just wanted him to admit it. "No. Adrian, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to make out with Aria."

"No!" we yelled a little too loudly in unison.

"Okay then. Adrian, pay up," Easton said gesturing. Adrian flipped him off and grabbed the back of his shirt to pull it off. He wadded it up and threw it at Easton.

"Aria, truth or dare?"

"Dare," I decided, taking a risk.

"I dare you to go make out with Blake in Easton's bedroom." I looked at Blake to see his reaction. He met my gaze and shrugged. He stood up and led me where we were going. Adrian whistled and I flipped him off.

When we came back out a few minutes later holding hands, Adrian just raised an eyebrow. I 'accidentally' kicked him on my way back to my spot. We kept playing and more and more pieces of clothing added to the pile. I proudly still had all of my clothes on. One reoccurring question though was that Adrian and I make out. He was currently sitting, arms crossed and pouting in his boxers because he refused to do it. "Aria," Easton asked, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Make out with Adrian."

"No!"

"Hand it over then." I pulled off my sweatshirt and threw it at him. Then, I realized all I was wearing was a thin white tank top and a bright coral colored push-up bra. I pretended not to notice. Stella raised an eyebrow at me and I ignored her.

Wanting to get back at Stella for everything with Luca and Neil, I turned to her and asked, "Stella, truth or dare?"

Not suspecting anything, she said, "Dare."

I smirked and said, "I dare you to make out with Easton."

She looked at me in disbelief. I knew she was probably wearing a thong and wouldn't take off her pants for the rest of the game. She shook her head and said, "No." She stood up and slipped off her joggers. She smiled like she had worn something. She was wearing a pair of under armor running shorts. "Always prepared."

I sighed in defeat. She won this time. She fired right back at me. "Aria, I dare you to make out with Adrian."

I shook my head and didn't say anything. I just slipped my thin shirt over my head. It wasn't like it was hiding anything anyway. She rose another eyebrow. I went at it again. "Easton, I dare you to make out with Stella." He slipped off his shirt.

"Adrian. I dare you to make out with Aria." No. No, no, no. This can't be happening. He literally has nothing left to take off. No.

"I hate you. I hate you Easton," Adrian stated.

"I know," he grinned slyly, "Well, get at it then."

I looked at Adrian and he looked at me. What were we going to do?