"Look at me," he began, his voice cracking in the process. "Look at me dammit!"
The tears had already spilled but fortunately, they weren't visible to him. Shaking uncontrollably, his arms were spread.
"Serre-moi dans tes bras très fort, à me fair...
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Getting into this situation was something I was still trying to figure out.
I was meant to be home, studying for my first test of the school year. Junior year was supposed to be quite tough, considering there's a whole bunch of tests to pass in order to have a stress free senior year.
Though that wasn't the case. I didn't expect to be sitting in a circle at some random house with a bunch of teens, ages ranging from 13-18.
"Guys, let's play seven minutes in heaven!" One of my classmates slurred. The crowd cheered in agreement. I watched more people make their way into the circle, some of them looking way too young to be at a party like this.
I scratched my neck awkwardly. Geez, what am I doing here?
The drunk guy who had announced the game clapped to get everyone's attention. "So how we're gonna play is everyone in the circle will spin this bottle," He began while holding up the bottle for everyone to see. "Whoever the bottle lands on...that person will have to go into the really small closet with the person who spun the bottle. Got it?"
Watching everyone nod, I gulped. Why wasn't I getting up and going home? Clearly, this party wasn't for me at all. I wanted to get io and go home but my butt had been glued to the floor, for some reason I didn't want to get up.
Time passed which consisted of intoxicated teens stumbling towards the tiny closet and doing God knows what. I was surprised that I hadn't been picked yet and it was such a relief that I wasn't.
"Alright, it's your turn, little one." The drunk senior said to the boy not too far down from him. I sighed, grabbing my phone to check the time.
11:50 pm.
I couldn't stay here any longer. It had been entertaining watching people come out of the closet with crimson cheeks and swollen lips but it was a Thursday night and my dad would kill me...literally.
The boy spun the bottle and I was finally able to pull myself off the ground. Just as I was about to bow and take my leave, suddenly everyone's eyes had been on me.
"Not the goody-two-shoes!" The drunk senior exclaimed, dying of laughter. I wondered, what the hell was this fool laughing so hard about.
Then I realized...my eyes slowly trailed down to see the beer bottle pointing at me.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck, I was so close!
A hand was then in my view. A hand that already had three tattoos plastered on it.
"Come on, " A deep voice rang my ears having me look up at where it came from. There I met a bleached haired boy who looked incredibly young...at least thirteen or fourteen years old. His eyes smiled at me. "It won't be that bad," he said and it was like my own mind didn't know how to function.
