Beyond the Reasons || JUSTIN FOLEY

Thirteen

HOUSE PARTY
IMOGEN'S POV

Honestly, I don't know whose house we're at, but it's huge, it's beautiful, and we were here without our parents knowing that we are. Clay got together with Cyrus and they figured something out for us to hide our locations and everything on our phones from our parents. I was sitting in the dining room with Jess and some of the other football players as Diego was explaining the rules of the game we were about to play. Winston was also at the table too.

"Okay, the game is called Paranoia. The first guy up whispers a question to the next guy. A who question: Who did this or that? Who's the worse hoe? Who lies about the size of their dick?" Diego said as he was pointing to Luke who had his back towards him. It made everyone laugh. "So, it starts like this, go."

Winston leaned up and whispered something into Luke's ear and I was curious. Luke laughed as he shook his head when Winston was done. "Imogen." He said and I raised an eyebrow. "For sure, Imogen." He repeated.

"What? What about me?" I asked as I looked over at Winston who only had a smug look on his face. I honestly wanted to slap it right off of him.

"Exactly. Now, if you want to find out what he said, you have to take a shot." Diego said.

"Hmm... that's easy..." I said as I took the cup and took my shot back fully with ease.

"Okay. So?" I asked.

"The question was, which girl at this table is most likely to beat me up?" Winston asked which made me laugh because I couldn't be mad at it because it was true.

"Imogen, now you go..." Diego said and I nodded my head while leaning over to Jessica.

"Who's not as smart as he thinks he is?" I whispered to her.

"Oh, definitely Winston," Jessica said and then Winston took his shot and I looked over at him.

"What was the question?" Winston asked.

"Who's not as smart as he thinks he is..." I repeated.

"Ooh!" Some of the boys echoed around the room.

"Ouch," Luke said.

"If you can prove that, Imogen has to drink," Diego said.

"I think people assume you must've been happy when Bryce died, but I bet your life would be a lot less complicated if he were still alive," Winston said.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Diego asked and I shook my head.

"Well, I guess I drink," I said as I held up another shot glass and took it back before I stood up from the table and walked away. I was done with the game, in a different part of the house, I found Clay and he was smoking... out of a bong... and he really tried to blame Justin.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Justin snapped at him.

"You really tried to say Justin switched the tests when here you are doing drugs." I snapped at him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Clay snapped at Justin.

"I'm looking out for you. What are you doing?" Justin asked him.

"Well, thanks to you, my parents think I smoke, so why not?" Clay asked and I rolled my eyes.

"Clay, can you stop being such a dick." I snapped at him.

"Look, Clay, I know I'm the last guy to tell you not to do drugs, but what the fuck are you trying to prove?" Justin snapped at him.

"It's just weed. It's not like I'm shooting heroin in a fucking alley in Oakland," Clay said.