Life in my stomach - a Tracker X Sweetie story

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"Okay, I knew there'd be alcohol but not this much!" Sweetie yelled over the music to her friends.

They were at the party, surrounded by flashing lights, loud music as well as drinks. A few people were probably doing drugs around the place but Sweetie and her friends weren't going that mad. Just a few drinks.

The five friends walked over and got a drink, having brief conversation with their friends that they passed on the way.

The boys were left talking to some of the guys from their respective sports teams while the girls hit the dance floor together, plastic cups in hand.

"Hey dolls." Three boys purred, walking over and looking the trio up and down. "Wanna drink?"

"Um no, we already have some." Sweetie said. You could tell she never went to parties much - she was way too polite.

The tallest of the three knocked her drink from her hand.

"How about another?"

"Hey! Take a hint!" Everest yelled, stepping forward and rolling up her sleeves. "She's not interested!"

"And what're you gonna do about it huh?" He leaned really close to Everest's face, taunting her with a smirk.

"Oh shit." Skye mumbled. With that, the grey haired girl punched the boy right in the jaw, knocking him back and onto the floor. His friends now looked terrified.

"Not even sorry." Everest shrugged, turning back to her friends.

"Were those guys bothering you?" Chase and Marshall appeared behind their girlfriends with another boy. Sweetie recognised him as Dylan Whitland: the schools best track runner. He was very similar to Zuma in flirting levels but there was no way he was gay. Bi maybe, with the amount of girls he'd been with, but definitely not gay.

Sweetie couldn't deny the physical attraction she felt towards the athlete - he was one hot guy - everyone had a crush on him, even if for her he was second choice.

"Yeah. Ev delt with it though." Sweetie smiled up at the boy.

"Well if they do it again, come find me." He smirked and winked, making the girl blush.

"Sure."

"Actually, me and a few friends were gonna head upstairs for a have or truth, dare, kiss or promise. You guys wanna join?"

"Is there alcohol involved?" Everest asked.

"Forfeits are two shots." Dylan bargained.

"I'm down."

"Count me in."

"Let's go." The group headed up to what they assumed was Dylan's room with about five other people and sat in a circle with an empty bottle in the centre and shot glasses ready and waiting.

"Well, what're we waiting for?" Skye said, spinning the bottle.

About an hour later, everyone in the circle was tipsy. They heard other guests leave and decided that this would be their last round.

"Sweetie," Skye said, slightly slurred and leaning on Chase's side.

"Kiss!" The white haired girl replied.

"Oh who to choose!" Skye teased, exaggerating looking around the circle. "Dylan." She decided, making the rest laugh.

"With pleasure." She leaned in and sloppily kissed the boy next to her who responded with a kiss of his own, just as messy and rough.

"Hey we said kiss not fuck!" Chase said.

"Yeah, Yeah. Come on guys let's go! Chase, Skye, Ev and Marshall can take the guest rooms again." Dylan said, just like every other one of his parties. The rest filed out and Dylan closed the door.

"What about me?" Sweetie asked as he pulled her up to her feet.

"How about we do what Chase told us not to?" He smirked, kissing the girl again. Her mind being fuzzed by alcohol, didn't give a second thought.

"Sounds great." She purred. They started kissing, roughly pulling at each other's clothes and discarding them across the room.

"Wait," Sweetie panted. "Do you have a-"

"Uh...no." He said before resuming his previous actions.

"No stop it,"

"Chill, I got it covered." Sweetie paused for a second, not wanting to be the subject of potential rumours depending on her reply now.

"Okay,"