A Bad Idea (Spideychelle)

Ch. 1: Something Bout You

Disclaimer this ain't my book I'm simply republishing it and warning if your sensitive to stuff like sexual assault, graphic violence, etc. and if you wanna check out the original person who made this go to archiveyourown.org and search caramelcaramelcaramel and find the book A Bad Idea

MJ POV

"Who wants to do shots?" Liz shouted.

"MJ does!" Betty shouted back.

"No, I don't," I said, pointedly showing her my still half-full Solo cup.

"How many times did you promise me you'd loosen up tonight?"

I sighed. "I'm working on it."

"Work harder. Liz, pass the tequila."

I gave up, letting Betty pour an unreasonable amount of booze into my cup. I glanced around the room.

"Looking for Peter?" she said, just barely loud enough for me to hear over the party music.

"Not at all," I lied, lifting my cup to my lips. God, tequila tasted awful.

Betty poured some tequila into her own cup, then passed the bottle back to Liz.

I caught Peter's eye from across the room, and quickly looked away.

Lifting my cup to my lips, I gulped some tequila down. It burned all the way down my throat, and the feeling didn't fade.

But hey, maybe I could drown my stupid, stupid butterflies with alcohol.

"Ooh, you're blushing, Jones," Betty teased.

"Shut it, Brant."

She rolled her eyes. "Denial ain't gonna get you a spot in his Instagram bio."

I shoved her shoulder. "I don't want a spot in his Instagram bio. I'm his decathlon captain, we need a professional relationship."

She opened her mouth to argue, but Cindy screamed, "Never Have I Ever in the living room!"

I grabbed Betty's hand and dragged her in the direction of Liz's living room, just to change the subject. To my dismay, I realized Peter and Ned were already sitting in the living room, waiting for Cindy to organize everything. Betty dragged me over to them, and plopped down next to Ned. I sat down next to her, trying not to look at Peter. Looking at Peter made my heartrate jump, and I didn't need to hear my pulse in my ears right now.

Once a circle had formed, Cindy sat down. I put my drink down in front of me, like everyone else, and held up my hands, fingers splayed out.

"Okay, I'll start, then I'll give it to Liz and we'll go to the right," Cindy announced. "Never have I ever...smoked a cigarette."

A few of the kids took a drink and lowered a finger.

"Never have I ever smoked weed," Liz added with a shrug. A few kids, some of the same ones from before, took a drink and lowered a finger.

I didn't know the next kids name, but he said, "Never have I ever kissed a girl."

Against my better judgement, I glanced at Peter. He was picking up his cup.