Arial elbowed her way through the crowd of sweaty intoxicated bodies trying to find her red-headed friend. She pressed herself against a wall in the living room and stood on her tip toes to scan the room. After a couple of minutes spent searching she spotted his floppy hair from the other side of the room as he came inside the back sliding door with a beer in his hand. Rolling her eyes, Arial fought her way through the crowd.
"Wesley!" Arial shouted, her voice getting drown out by the loud music.
Finally reaching her tipsy friend, she punched him in the arm to make her presence known, glaring up at him.
"Hey, I was wondering where you had run off to." He told her, slurring every other word.
"I hadn't gone anywhere you buffoon, you ditched me minutes after we walked in." Her glare only intensified.
A blank look crossed Wesley's face for a brief second before he gave a drunken smile followed by a hiccup.
"Oh, maybe I did... Well some of the guys and I are going upstairs to join the truth and dare game, come with us!"
Before waiting for Arial to reply he grabbed her by the wrist and began dragging her upstairs with him and the other three guys that accompanied him. Instead of arguing with him, Arial just yanked her arm back and followed him and the rest of the guys.
Laughter sounded throughout the small room as a group of people were surrounded around a guy who was seemingly dared to lick a shot of alcohol out of another guys belly button. Arial smiled at the sight of this and closed the door behind herself. This was always her favorite part of parties. She was also quite pleased to hear the sound of the music significantly lessen, but she could still feel the vibration of the beat rattle throughout her body.
Everybody found their places in a circle back on the floor where Wesley, Arial, and the other 3 guys squeezed themselves into random gaps in the group, separating themselves from one another. The guy who took the body shot leaned forward into the middle of the circle and spun the empty bottle on the floor and smirked at the girl it pointed at.
"Truth or dare, Princess."
The game continued on for a while and Arial was almost sure that she wasn't going to get a turn until Wesley's spin landed on her. Before he could even ask, the word dare had already left her mouth. She could tell that she was going to be in for a treat when she saw the left corner of his mouth tug up into his signature smirk.
"I dare you to go into the bathroom and give yourself a swirly."
Holding back a cringe, she locked eyes with her best friend who was sat across from her and got to her feet, stumbling forward a bit when she realized her foot had fallen asleep. She walked into the en-suite bathroom and grabbed a towel silently hoping that no one had used this bathroom tonight. Sucking it up, she pulled her short blonde hair up into a ponytail and lifted the toilet lid up. Arial kneeled down in front of the toilet and sucked in a deep breath, squishing her eyes shut tightly at the same time. She stuck her head in the toilet and flushed it immediately as her face hit the water.
As soon as the feeling of water left her face, she shot straight up and blindly began searching for the towel. The cheering died down and everyone returned to their spots in the circle. After Arial had finished scrubbing her face in the sink with soap and water she rejoined the group which had continued playing the game without her. She squeezed herself into a spot next to Wesley and punched him in the arm for the second time that night, this time for giving her such a dare.
After a while the bottle had landed on Wesley and of course he chose dare.
"I dare you to help my two friends and I out later this week, you'll be out get away driver."
Immediately Arial's senses went into overdrive, but before she could question the guy more about it, Wesley had already agreed to the dare with a big drunken smile slapped across his face. Knowing fully well that he was going to regret this decision later she also knew that Wesley never backs out of a dare.
Although she couldn't help but think that this is exactly why she didn't like to drink.
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Taking the Blow (ON HOLD)
Teen Fiction"My 3rd grade teacher always told me that I would never graduate high school. That I was going to be a juvenile delinquent. In a way, I guess she was right."
