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Seven

Michael spins the bottle, hard, and it twirls in circles. I feel my heart racing. I hate this. It lands on a girl, thankfully not me, and they peck each other's lips. "All right, maybe I can do with just a peck." I think. But as the game goes on, the kisses get more advanced, and some of them end up as makeout sessions that I try my best not to watch.
I glance at Liam, wondering what he's thinking. He's staring at the bottle intently, as if he's thinking long and hard about something.
It's my turn to spin the bottle. I don't want to, but I place my hand on the body of it. I bite my lip and spin it, sitting back on my knees. I desperately hope it is someone who hasn't been kissed yet, so I don't get someone who has kissed five people and wants a makeout sesh with me.
The bottle slows, the room silent. I feel like everyone can hear my heart racing. I watch the bottle, scared for my fate. It comes to a stop, right on the person to my right. Liam. I gulp, scared.
"Lucky you." I hear someone groan.
I look at Liam and I see that he is already looking at me, his eyes hard and serious. I don't like this. He puts a hand on my cheek, getting ready to kiss me. I let out a shaky breath and glance at his lips. Is this happening? Liam moves in, but I'm not ready, and I back up. I hear everyone "Oooo." I push his hand down and stand up.
"I have to go." I say, feeling like there's a rock in my throat.
"Lee got rejected!" I hear someone-a boy- exclaim.
I grab my jacket and place my drink on a small little drawer by the couch. I walk out of the house, not bothering to look back. If I look back I think I might cry.
I walk into my house, my parents on the couch. They look stunned at my coming home so early.
"Everything okay?" My mom asks, but I don't say anything. I just go to my room.
I get into my room and close my door, quietly, because I know Noah must already be asleep. I didn't put my jacket on when I left Liam's house, so I drop it onto the floor. I sit on the edge of my bed. Thinking. Thinking about why I thought this would be different than the parties that were always in the movies. I guess it was different, at first. And it wasn't as bad as in the movies, there were no drugs or alcohol.
     I should've just said I didn't want to play. I could've still been there, having a good time. I feel awkward, like I ruined the party. I wonder if Liam will try to talk to me about it at school. I pretty much know my way around, I don't really need him anymore. I could avoid him if I wanted to.
     Then again, it's not really his fault, is it? He didn't seem very into the game either. That is, until it was his turn to get some action. Maybe I should've just kissed him. No, I have to stand by my decision.
     I hear a knock on my door and my mom pokes her head in. "You okay?"
     I swallow and nod. But she comes in anyways and sits down next to me on the bed.
     "How was the party?" She asks.
     "Fine." I answer. She frowns at me. "We just played Uno." I explain.
     "And you're home early because you're butthurt about losing?" She teases.
     I roll my eyes. "No..." I mumble. My mom looks at me expectantly. "We also played Spin the Bottle." I admit.
     "And?" My mom asks. I half wish she'd just leave me alone, but I also want to tell someone.
     "And when it was my turn, it landed on Liam." I tell her.
My mom practically screams. I shush her, worried Noah will wake up.
"And you guys kissed?!" She asks excitedly.
I shake my head and she looks disappointed. "I left because I didn't want to kiss him." I say.
     My mom noticeably slouches.
     "Everyone was practically making out!" I exclaim.
     "That doesn't mean you guys had to!" She replies with a laugh.
     "Yeah, well." I say, our conversation ending.
     "Why didn't you want to kiss him?" She asks. I shrug. "Were you just scared?"
     I shrug again. "I don't know. It just didn't feel right. Having a first kiss like that."
     My mom nods in understanding. "I'll go now." She says, standing up.
    I give her a small smile and she smiles back, leaving the room. I crawl under my covers and text Amy about my day. But she doesn't respond, and I'm tired. She's probably out with friends or something. I groan and put my phone down, closing my eyes and falling asleep.
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It's been a bit since I updated! Sorry about that, this year has been kinda crazy. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I've been thinking about making an actual character for y/n. Would that be better or should I just leave it at y/n so you guys can imagine all you want? Let me know, and as always tell me if there are any typos! - Hannah 💛⚡️