I throw one more ping-pong ball into the last cup of beer, winning the game. The whole time, I kept seeing Alex watching, looking like a jealous boyfriend.
After everyone calls me a god and high fives me, its time for me to leave. I dig through my purse while walking out to my car, then fumble with the key fob for a good minute. As I reach for the door handle, Alex suddenly appears between me and the car.
"You're not driving," he growls.
"I need to get home somehow."
"Hell no! You've had too much to drink- stay at my house."
Oh yeah... Alex threw the party.
"I'm fine, I only live five minutes away."
He grabs my keys and leads me inside.
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We Could Be - A Short Story
Short StoryBased off an idea from a fellow Wattpadder. "You fuck every girl you see, but I kiss one guy and you throw a fit! We're not even friends, let alone together!" "We could be..."
