Spin the Bottle

Chapter 3

They all sat staring at the bottle, silently deciding who is going to go first.

"I'll go!" Sam said breaking the silence, "Someone has to start."

She reaches into the middle and spins the bottle. It spun and spun and spun. It slowed down onto Josh. He immediately jumped across the circle, startling Sam, and planting a kiss on her lips.

"Oh," she says startled. Josh giggled then moved back to his spot. Then the bottle was spun by Alyssa. It landed on Sam. Alyssa looked over at her then squished her face and gave her a kiss. Now Jenna was up. She took the bottle and examined it. Looking closely for anything.

"Spin the bottle already," Alyssa playfully pushed her, "What's the worst that could happen?"

Jenna carefully put the bottle back onto the floor and spun it. As it slowed past Josh, then Sam, then Alyssa she squirmed nervously. She went to go nudge the bottle a bit, but Josh grabbed her arm.

"Rules are rules, Jenna. Play fair," he glanced at her then to Alyssa, "It landed on Alyssa."

Alyssa leaned in hesitantly as Jenna quickly pecked her on the cheek. Alyssa looked up quickly, then pushed the bottle towards Tyler.

"Your turn."

He looked at Jenna nervously then spun the bottle. It slowed to a stop between Josh and Samantha. Josh leaned towards Tyler, blushing vibrantly. Jenna grabbed Tyler's face before it reached Josh's lips and pushed it into Samantha's. Sam pushed herself back when Tyler's face came close to her's.

"Jenna, what do you think you're doing? It was on Josh!" She yelled, "This was supposed to be fun, not 'pick who kisses your boyfriend.'"

"It landed on you, and I'd quite rather Tyler kiss you instead of Josh."

"Why? Because I'm a female and you don't want to play by the rules? If you hate gay people so much, why are you friends with us?"

"You think I'm friends with you faggots? Do you think I wanted to come here? I only came because I didn't want Tyler cheating on me with a gay!" She screamed, now standing.

"Jenna, can we talk in the other room please?" Tyler cut her off.

"Fine."

They walked into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. Neither one said anything for what felt like an eternity. Just silence and disappointment filled the room.

"Jenna, I am 22. I think I can make my own decisions." He was cut off by an aggressive slap across his cheek. His emotions started to take him over. He was in pain mentally and physically. His loving girlfriend just hit him because they were playing spin the bottle. She also called his closest friends faggots. He wondered how they were doing right now. If they were okay after that outburst Jenna made. The whole house was silent enough to hear each faint breath Jenna was taking. She refused to look at him until she hit him again, but this time it was a punch in the gut. He jumped up an tried to catch his breath, but Jenna pulled him down onto the floor. She walked over him and out of the room, leaving curled up on the floor.

She turned around and looked down at him, "Maybe next time you'll play along." She kicked him in the eye, the slammed the door behind her.