Dreaming Of(f) You

**Chapter Seven**

**Chapter 7**

After the incident with Alex and Julia, I find myself playing a lot of different drinking games with Becca, Rachel, Isaac, and even Nick. Although my first impression of Nick was rather negative, I found out that he acts like this with every girl. Also, I remembered Donna mentioning that Nick was supposed to be the DJ for the night, but since she got a last-minute call from another DJ she originally wanted, Nick was free to party for the night. Together we played several rounds of Never Have I Ever and Truth or Dare. Although the games may be a little childish, they were really fun and I enjoyed myself a lot.

"Truth or Dare Nick?" Rachel asks him daringly.

"Mmm, truth" he tags a sip of his drink.

"What would you do if you were the opposite sex for a month?"

"Good one Rach" Becca laughs.

"I'd touch my boobs 24/7" we all burst out in laughter.

"Can I still join this round?" Alexander steps into our circle.

"Sure thing bro, come sit" Isaac lets Alex join the circle.

"Truth or Dare Sky?" Nick asks me now.

"Oh, it's my turn again? Mm I'll take truth as well"

Nick grins wickedly: "Are you wearing a bra right now?"

My eyes go wide, but I answer honestly "No I am not."

Nick smirks at me, satisfied with the answer.

"Truth or Dare Alex?" I ask him, although the image of him kissing Julia is still fresh in my mind. I'm just glad that she isn't here.

"Dare"

Because I have no idea what to ask him I give him the most boring dare of all of them: "Take a shot"

He laughs, "Okay, will you accompany though? Cause like I said, no one should drink alone"

"Fine" I stand up and together we leave the others to play and head to the bar.

As I begin walking I realize how tipsy I already am. I didn't even notice how much I was drinking until now.

"You ok there newbie?" Alex asks me.

"Yes, I am more than ok!" I smile at him.

He gives me a funny look, " Okay then".

He orders one shot of vodka.

"One? How about two?"

"I don't think so"

I respond to him: "now you are back to being annoying" and pout.

His jaw clenches and he leans closer to me: "don't pout like that, it makes me think about things and you don't want that."

I bite my lip and want to ask him what things he was referring to, but before I can do so the bartender hands him his shot.

He takes his shot, his eyes never leaving mine.

The music in the background becomes a lot louder now and I suddenly really want to dance.

"Alex?"

"Mm?"

"Would you come dance with me?" I know that if I had been totally sober I would have never actually asked him that.

"Are you sure that you won't trip?" he smirks.

"You are such an idiot!" I claim and swat his chest.