"fuck, sam you remember that one time?" jack j laughs loudly, holding a red solo cup in his hand.
"for sure." sammy laughs hard with him, laying down on my bed. they both lay next to each other as i turn the music on a little louder.
if you haven't gotten the point, the three of us were piss drunk.
"dudes! let's play strip truth or dare!" sammy yells. they sit up and i sit down on the bed, forming a circle.
"truth or dare brooke?" jack ask.
"truth?"
"is it true you and jack have the best sex?" he slurs.
i nod, giggling uncontrollably. "the best."
"wanna give me a preview?" sammy mumbles.
"screw off. truth or dare?" i ask him.
"dare, bring it on hoe."
"tweet a nude."
"never mind." he takes off his shirt, tossing it behind him. i take a quick stare at his abs and look away quickly.
"truth or dare jack?" sam ask, finishing a beer.
"truth."
"is it true you like brooklyn?"
"hell yeah, she's hot! but not like that." jack yells. "brooke you're hot."
"oh thanks." i mumble, taking a couple shots.
"truth or dare?" I get asked.
"dare!"
"tweet a very seductive picture and can't delete until gilinsky yells at you."
"nah." I shrug, taking off my shirt. I'm left in a black bra.
"dude." jack hits sam on his bare chest.
"what?" he mumbles, staring at my boobs.
"we should get high!"
"what the fuck yes."
"bye brooke." they both say and kiss my cheeks. they leave quickly with sam holding his shirt in his hand.
i snapchat jack. "do you miss me now?"
he snapchats me back quickly. "shit yes, I'm going home tonight. fuck this." he sends a picture of his face.
"take ur time." i reply, sending a picture of me again.
"can't, need you."
