Steve took out a little red paper, two in a single round, good.
"Then, tell us a story" indicates a dark-haired girl.
"Okay, don't pile up" he adjusts and that makes me have to move and hug me again.
"Are you sure you are not a couple?" Megan asks, and glared at her.
"Of course he doesn't" speak for my Tyler "unless they hear us" shrugs his shoulders.
"We are not a couple" includes Steve "but not because I do not want to" ends and I open my eyes.
"It's because I don't want" vulvo to finish.
"I'm getting bored," interrupts Mrs. Orgasm "and it's my birthday."
Steve apologizes and we return to the game, thank God.
"The craziest sex I've had is in the movies, in the bathroom. I told my appointment at the time that I felt like it and she just nodded and we left the room. After the quick sex session I knew I stole 100 dollars "ends and we all laugh.
"True," I exclaim determinedly.
"True," Tyler replies. And I feel his gaze on me.
"False," Zoe replies. "Who steals you after sex at the movies?" Oh innocent friend.
"False and disgusting," says Megan.
"True," says Tomm.
"I say that you are a fool and it is false" Merida and the brunette answer.
Steve smiles at the end of all. "True" a 'disgusting' rumble in the room.
Everyone drinks except Tyler, Tomm, Charles and me.
Steve told me that story when he was drunk. Good times.
Everyone tells stories and I've already had about 5 drinks, just missing me and Tyler from telling stories, friends always conspire against you and in this case who did it was Zoe.
"What we were all waiting for!" exclaims Drunk Megan.
I forgot to tell you, the tequila glasses ran out and Tomm threw them out, apparently they didn't calculate the number of people and the number of glasses needed. So now we were drinking straight from the bottle, so we didn't calculate how much a shot was and this is our third bottle.
But since I don't drink much, I was sane. I can't say the same about Steve and the others.
"Your turn friend" Zoe barely held herself and Charles as the gentleman who is taking care of her.
I close my eyes like a little girl, and put my hand in the cup of paper, some are wet with the tequila that fell into the glass.
I only hear giggles and I know that my bad luck never ends. I open my eyes and see my hand with the red paper.
"Red face, red paper taken from the red glass. Ironic"
Tyler has been throwing me short words and looks at the whole party. I don't even know what time it is but the music has stopped for a long time and people didn't listen to me like when I arrived.
"Once I kissed a guy, then I discovered that he was my high school math teacher," I say and everyone seems to think about the option they will choose.
What do you guys say?
True or false.
I will tell you that it is true, it is true. The old one was proud but now I'm laughing at the nonsense I did.
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Not my Type
Teen FictionTori Reed wants a common university life, not one where all her high school experiences come back and I am less fond of the kind of kids she hates and wants at the same time. You are not my type Tyler Jones.