[[[the wonderful mess that we've made]]] [[[part iii]]]

14.

I did as instructed. The chances of it landing on Dan were one in twenty.

And of course it landed on him. Why wouldn't it? We locked eyes. The group all 'ooooooooh'ed at us. I was grateful my face was already red from the heat of the campfire.

'HAHA!' No one laughed louder than Ed. I had to keep myself from punching him in the balls, which were still on show.

'Ed, no.' I whispered.

'Do it do it do it do it!' A dozen people all chanted.

'No.' I said defiantly. I didn't want to. I was more than aware that I was creating a scene. But I didn't care. They all probably knew already. It could've landed on anyone and I would've done it. Just not him.

'You have to. It's the rules.' Greg told me.

'Fuck the rules'. I said, kicking the bottle away and standing up. People booed as I walked away. So much for enjoying a nice night with some of the bands. I would hide on the bus until morning. I bit my lip to stop the angry tears from falling.