Snap, crack, fizz, everyone opens their can of beer at once. I hold my beer above my head and announce, "Here's to being fucked over!"
We're all sitting in a circle on the floor now, boy girl order, just like in kindergarten, but with a twist, the bottle that's dizzies us in the center.
I spin, spinning, spinning, spinning, stops. The bottle slows, and full stops, right on Lacey. Well here's for the show. Lacey, as tipsy as she is, doesn't seem to mind, but I, I do not want to do this right in front of Cris. But God I know I have to, fucking game.
Slowly, trying to wait it out, I lean in. Lacey, the impatient bitch she is, full on sloppy kisses me, leaving everyone cheering, yelling, "encore!"
Lacey tries to kiss me again, secretly I think she really wants to rather than doing it because shes drunk. She leans in, I lean back, noticing that Cris's face is red, and he's fiddling with his hands, he's so adore-. My thoughts are cut off by Lacey falling right in my lap. "I like this game way better than the kissing!" Tim yells, sloshing his beer everywhere. Lacey slowly lifts herself from my crossed legs, thankfully with out falling again, and she motions towards Tim, who then winks, and spins the bottle.
Spinning, spinning, spinning, just like my head, the bottle stops, but my head doesn't, I grab a chair to the right of me, and haul myself up, I need water to sober up. Cris follows me, not stumbling once, he hasn't even had a whole beer, man why couldn't I be like him, and know when to stop?
I walk into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water from the fridge, and I spin around way too fast, falling right into Cris, I forgot he was following me. We tumble to the ground with a thud, man I got to keep myself in check, I don't want to lose this guy.
"Whoa princess, I think you've had a little too much to drink." He coos to me, stroking the back of my hair. I don't know if I'm blushing on the outside but I am on the inside, my heart flutters and he begins to help me up. He holds my waist as we walk back into the living room, well more like the loving room now. I see Lace in Tim's lap and hes kissing her nose, getting white powder on his lips from her nose.I see Crissy and Jay are eating each others faces when I realize, white powder, WHITE POWDER!! What the hell? Everyone turns, did I say that out loud? I am completely sober right now, drugs! Drugs are in my house!
"What's your problem?" Lacey forces out to me. "My problem is you have drugs in my fucking house Lacey!" I scold her. Tears approach her eyes, as if she didn't realize she did it, confusion molds into her face. "W-what?" A tear sheds from her eye. Why was she crying? Tim started rubbing her back, and whispering "I'm sorry I know it a problem, but you said you wanted it." She does the unexpected, she gets up, slaps him and walks out.
Game over for spin the bottle, game begins for spin the emotions.
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The (Murder) Group
Novela JuvenilA therapy group is where they all meet, little did they know they would all go a little more crazy then they where before, the city is scared, and the group is bloody.
