Kayne
The door to George's is ajar, and I enter, scanning the room for Heather. I can't see her anywhere, so I decide to talk to the guys in the living room.
"Hey, guys."
"Sup, Kayne?" George stands up, offering his hand for a hand slap that guys do. It being my first one, I make an attempt, but it's a bit awkward.
The room that I've walked into is all white with black furniture. It exudes classiness.
"Thanks for inviting me, man," I say. George smiles at me.
"Of course. Any friend of Heather's is a friend of ours. Come on in and get a drink."
"No, thanks, I'm DD." George nods respectfully.
"Well, if you change your mind, the drinks are in the kitchen, through that door. Heather's in there with the girls."
"Got it. Thanks." I go through the door George gestures to, finding Heather, Ali, Laurie, and a few more girls I don't know huddled around the kitchen island. They're playing some game that involves quarters and shot glasses. It doesn't matter what the game entails, it's purpose is to get plastered.
"Kayne!" Heather calls out to me. "I poured you a drink." I look at her expectantly. "But then I drank it." Heather and Ali giggle.
"You remember Ali and Laurie?"
"Yeah, I do." They both look at me with mischief in their eyes.
"Come take a shot with us, Kayne," Ali calls out.
Heather pulls me to the side. Before she says anything, I defend myself. "Heather, I can't be drinking on the job."
"Kayne, you're standing out more by not drinking. You're acting like a cop." Heather whispers as low as she can.
"Alright. One shot. That's all."
"Yay! Vodka or tequila?" My jaw tightens. Heather's not going to make this easy.
"Vodka," I reply. Heather pours out shots for all the girls and me. We clink our glasses together and down the warm liquid.
Ali coughs a little then chases the shot with a coke. She clears her throat and speaks to everyone while locking eyes with me. "Now that everyone is here let's take this party in the living room and cheer the boys up with a game of Spin-the-Bottle."
The girls all squeal and rush through the door to the living room. I catch Heather before she runs through behind Ali. We are the last two in the kitchen.
"Heather. This is illegal."
"Oh my gosh, Kayne. Stop. Relax. You know it's illegal. They know it's illegal. But, there are no cops here, right?" Fuck. She's right. I release her arm, and she disappears through the doorway.
When I walk into the room, everyone circles around the glass coffee table, which is clear of all Solo cups. Only an empty bottle of Rose remains on the tabletop.
"Come sit by me, Kayne," one of the girls I don't know says. I take a seat between her and Heather.
Around the table, it's boy-girl-boy-girl. Probably for the best. I just hope they don't play that guys can kiss each other. That wouldn't be my biggest problem, though.
What have I gotten myself into? Kissing minor girls? I'm going to get my ass handed to me by the chief if he gets wind of this.
"So who here is 18?" I ask in the most nonchalant way I can.
"Everyone but Laurie, Lisa, George, and Fletcher." I nod.
"Cool. Me too."
Well, that at least lowers the probability of kissing a minor.
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Cuffs and Kisses
Teen FictionAt 21, Kayne Kennedy's life was filled with the melancholy task of writing traffic citations in Pasadena, CA until an FBI agent came looking for a young cop to go undercover as a high school student. His mission is to bust a drug ring in Idaho. Heat...
