"We're all familiar with the phrase 'no strings attached' but what happens when the strings are attached?"
Chloe is 17 years old. She's shy but talkative once you know her, she has one dream - to become a chartered accountant. There is, however, on...
Two weeks since Chloe and my mother met and they are already getting along like a house on fire. This other day, they even went on what they called a 'Girls' Day Out' where they spent almost the whole day shopping and came back with a handful of shopping bags. Well, she was still kind of intimidated by my dad but I could see that he was also warming up to her.
You guys want to know what happened that night, right?
Unfortunately, nothing happened that night. Of course that was not what I had wanted but in life we don't always get the things we want. It would've been a totally different story if we were at the apartment though because I didn't want her to feel like I'd brought her to my home just because I wanted to take advantage of her. Anyway, let's leave that for now because it's quite depressing.
I was currently at the mall with Luke and we were having lunch and drinks.
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As we were eating, I received a text message from Chloe.
[A/N: Chloe's texts are the bold italics and Paul's are just the bold texts]
Hey, where you at?
At the mall. Why, miss me?
Please, don't flatter yourself.
Don't worry babe I'm on my way.
Bring a bottle of vodka ;-)
For real? Why?
Ask no questions, hear no lies.
Ight. Be there in ten.
I told Luke and we both headed to the apartment - with the bottle of vodka of course. We arrived at the apartment and we found Chloe and Tina eating sandwiches in the kitchen. I took a bite off Chloe's bread just to annoy her and she gave me a death glare.
Her attention turned to what I was holding in my hand and, "I'll only forgive you because you brought the vodka," she said.
"What did you want with it anyway?"
"We were bored and we thought we could all play drinking games."
"Well that sounds fun," Luke commented. "Which game did you guys have in mind?" he added the question.
"We were thinking of never have I ever." Tina answered. Luke and I looked at each other knowingly. We both knew this game all too well and I think we both remembered that one memory of what happened the last time we had played this game at a party with more than six girls. You want to know what happened?
