Burnt Out - Patrick Hockstetter.

Chapter 19; Truth or Dare?

We all rolled up to Marshal's party in Belch's car. It was 11pm and already in full swing. Vic grabbed two bottles of vodka from the trunk of the car and then a crate of cider, handing it over to me to carry inside. A couple people double glanced at us but most didn't really bat an eyelid. It was mainly made up of Juniors and Sophomores but there was a couple of Seniors who were most likely providing the alcohol.

On the sofa sat Marshal Dent with his slutty girlfriend, Carry Smith. She was a Sophomore, like us, but dressed like a goddamn Senior. Her tits were always out and her 'skirt' was more like a belt. Not complaining though, if you get what I mean.

They were all smoking a joint, their eyes foggy and dopey smiles owned their faces. Next to them sat Rem. He was a Senior but was as childish as an 8th grader. He was currently smoking the shit, looking the most fucked out of all of them.

I made my way to the kitchen, throwing the cider into the fridge, grabbing a can for myself and Henry, which he caught swiftly.

The night was fast. People were coming in and out and the air reaked of vomit. By 1am, some people were passed out in the corners of rooms, or slurring their words while sitting around the dining table. Henry, Ali and I were alongside those at the table. Belch was sober driver and watching cartoons, and Vic was passed out in the bathroom.

"Okay guys," Leah, some girl from my Math class, slurred.

She gained everyone's attention, followed with some hums or 'yeah?'s.

"Truth or dare?" she asked, pointing to Dan, some lad I'd never even met but was actually a sound guy.

"Truth." he smirked.

"Pussy!" Henry called back.

I looked over to him. He looked ditzy as fuck. Ali was leaning on his shoulder, looking like she was going to pass out.

"Did you screw Mariah in 9th grade?" Leah quizzed with a smirk.

"You bet I did. That fine ass, hmmm," he slurred with a toothy grin.

"Eww, save the details, lover boy." she giggled. "Your turn."

"Ah, Henry." he challenged, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Shoot. Dare" Henry replied, earning a couple of 'ooh's.

"I dare you to- uh...?" he stalled, "ah! I dare you to show us your knife."

"Which one?" he smirked.

"The one you got from your dad." he whispered, drunkenly.

Henry whipped out the white swichblade, waving it around in the air then shoving it back in to his pocket.

"Patrick. Truth or dare?" he spoke, suddenly facing me.

"Uh- truth," I answered, being snaoord from my daze.

"Did you get a boner yesterday?" he asked, leaving everyone really confused.

"I got 2. Couldn't fix either of them because I was trapped in that fucking car." I sassily replied. "Marshal. Truth or dare?"

And the rest of the night was like that until Blech decided it was home time at 5 am. He drove us all to mine, having to carry Vic and Ali to the car because they had both passed out.