Wicked Games (book one)

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song for chapter:
saturday nights - khalid
| they don't care like I do |
(highly recommend + put on repeat)

jaylee's pov
the cabin

"just try it, just try it." osman held the cup out across the couch towards me with an uneven smile across his lips—his face being droopy from his drunk state.

my eyes shifted to grayson, hoping that he'd tell me not to drink it, but he looked just as entertained as osman.

an annoyed scoff left my mouth as my eyes rolled, taking the red plastic cup into my hand.

there is not part of me that wants to drink pure tequila. I've been drunk only a couple times and it was freshman year when my friend and I would sneak it behind our parents backs and go up to my room.

I wasn't expecting the alcohol offered here to be hard liquor, I thought it would be something more light like beer or svedka.

my eyebrows furrowed as my eyes looked into the cup, feeling my taste buds sizzle; knowing this was about to be bitter.

I placed the rim of the cup to my lips, tilting the cup backwards a bit as I let the harsh alcohol fall onto my taste buds.

without letting it sit in my mouth for long, I let the drink slip down my throat quickly, trying not to taste it as much as possible.

I took the cup away from my mouth, letting my eyes squint from the burn that was dripping down the side of my throat.

"holy shit." my voice cracked from the heat burning on the inside of my throat. "that is fucking disgusting." I held the cup out towards grayson, making him take it away from me.

both of them looked at each other, breaking out into a laugh after seeing my reaction. "I know right!" osman agreed with me as grayson easily took a swig of it himself without a single facial expression changing.

I shook my head, not being a fan. "you're insane." I assured him, not understanding how he was able to down it so easily.

a laugh escaped his mouth as he looked back to osman, basically mocking me about how I can't handle it.

I rolled my eyes at him jokingly as my head turned in the direction of the kitchen. I caught onto ethan, being focused on his game of beer pong.

he stood at the edge of the counter, focusing on his shot as he threw the white ping pong ball—making it into the center cup.

my eyes looked him up and down a couple of times, finding myself to be extremely attracted to the current outfit that he was wearing.

he had a white beanie over his hair, allowing his small brown curls to peak out by his ears. over his arms, he wore a white reflective nike jacket—putting the hood on over his beanie. he had a pair of light wash ripped jeans that were cuffed at the ankle. a pair of simple white vans covering his feet.

I inhaled a deep breath to contain myself from how good he looked, the smoothest smile being on his face.

my lips rubbed together as I looked back down to the coffee table in front of me. my eyes scattered around all of the different types of alcohol on top of it, feeling my body shiver from the thought of how gross it would taste.