The Broken

Chapter 10: Sleepover (part 2)

Hey peeps!!! So this is the last part of the 'Sleepover' and OMG its chapter 10!!! YEAY!!! So anyway, please, please, please tell more peeps about this story because honestly what I've noticed in all the stories- actually I deleted most- that I posted here, there is always something about chapter 10. Its like 'The Cursed Chapter' because something wrong always happens to the story. Its either I delete it or my standards go so high that I just don't want to continue anymore... idk but I really hope that doesn't happen to 'The Broken' because this is a really fun story to write about. 

WARNING: There is still a lot of heavy cussing... 

Happy reading!!! 

Chapter 10 

Khaleeshia's P.O.V.

I inhale shakily as I pick a colored pen. My hand strokes gently on the paper as the pen leaves a trail of ink on the paper. Why do I feel this way? Its just a name.  

“Okay boys let’s see who’s kissable and who’s just a piece of shit!” Rab takes the basket of ballots. She sticks her hand in then picks one out. “We have one shit for Juice.” Then she pauses looking at the paper with confusion and anger. “Who the fuck is Juice?” her hands flail around as she curses to us girls asking who of us would be so stupid to write a drink for the game. “Listen her bitches, the gist of the game is to write who you would ‘kiss’ not to write down a fucking drink!”   

A hand raises. “I’m Juice.” I still can’t believe he’s here. He’s actually here!

Rab pouts. “Is it really your name because its shit compared to your face.”

He smiles cockily, “Unfortunately it is.” Then he sighs, “My full name is Xzavier Juice Cunningham.” Then he gives quick wink to Rab, who responds with a cat purr.

I roll my eyes as Xzavier winks back at her. What flirts!

A pang of unknown anger rises within me making my fists clench uncontrollably. Why am I angry? They did nothing wrong but flirt. Its none of my business!

I look to my side and find Amy grinning like an idiot yet she was an idiot because she got too drunk to realize that she invited more than she promised. Where’s her sister now? I cross my fingers hoping Amy’s sister would come.

“Okay bitches I’m going to pick the next ballot. Cross your fingers bastards!” Rab shouted out while dropping her hand back into the basket; her free hand holding on to a bottle of strong beer. She finally picked one and read, “Fuck, its Juice again!”

Some of the boys groaned while the others hissed at Xzavier, who was smirking at each of the boys. His eyes catch mine. I wanted to look away but it was like he was holding my eyes forcing me to only see him. The only person that broke our gaze was the one holding on to it. Another name was called.

“Ha, take that you mother fucke—“

“SHUT UP RAB!” Our attention avert to Amy, who was steaming in sudden anger. “STOP SPITTING CRAP OUT OF YOUR FUCKING TRAP RAB! I DON’T WANT SHIT IN MY FUCKED UP HOUSE HOLD!” everyone turns silent. My eyes widen at such choice of words. Never have I seen Amy commit such rage! Rab has been going on, cursing at every turn, but why is it only now that Amy scolds her? Amy’s barely sober and yet she has the wits to stop her. Something’s up.

Awkwardly, Rab shuffles to the basket and picks a name. She looks at each of us then to me, “Khaleeshia, you’ve got a vote.” The girls clap to break the silence. This was the first time I heard Rab say a clean sentence. I hope to hear more of that…

The game got really awkward that some people actually left. Rab noticed this then frowned as each of them announced their pathetic alibis like ‘I’ve got to walk my dog’ or whatever. I, myself, even found this rude and rather annoying because in all honesty I wanted to go home since the first hour I stepped into the loud music but instead I stayed. I stayed, even when Xzavier came and here I am watching some people leave.