My Stepbrother secret-possession

Never Have I Ever

Turning around, I spot a guy with brown hair wearing the same cheetah jacket. He's grinning widely, so much so that it might hurt, as he applauds the craziness. "That's insane," I manage to blurt out, my mouth still hanging open.

He laughs harder. "I know. Do you want to try?" he asks, sounding more serious now.

Shaking my head immediately, I blurt, "There's no way I'm ever doing that."

"You're the scariest one. I like it," he bites his lip in a way that makes my subconscious scream 'run'. But since I'm brave enough to follow a group of friends who left me on my own at the first party I've ever attended, I guess I have to stand my ground and act mature enough to defend myself and face any obstacle. However, I did the opposite of being mature and agreed with my subconscious.

I turn away and scurry further into the garden, where I spot the bonfire Tyron mentioned. Luckily, I see him sitting on the bare ground, so I make my way to the small crowd and settle myself on the grass between the girl Tyron was with earlier and a stranger I've never met. At this point, I don't care about getting my dress ruined. All I care about is getting rescued, which I'm definitely not getting since Lilith has invisibly turned against me in just one night.

To my surprise, Embry is sitting among the small crowd, balefully staring at me. I shouldn't have agreed to hang out here, and I shouldn't have agreed to come to this party in the first place.

However, she doesn't say anything to me, not even a wink, but she utters something unexpected. "Never have I ever travelled more than ten hours by air." Before I can process everything, people around me start drinking from their plastic cups.

"What? Seriously, we're playing this right now?" a curly-haired guy sitting on a recliner whines but immediately stops when Embry shoots him a sharp, murky glance.

"Ava, I thought you flew, didn't you? Fourteen or fifteen hours to America," she feigns innocence when she asks, appearing completely oblivious.

Only I know how deceitful and two-faced Embry can be. Only I know her catlike eyes were far from innocent and decent. "You have to drink," she adds, inviting everyone's gaze to focus on me.

Exasperated and annoyed, I force myself to pick up the cup in front of me and bring it to my mouth. "What is it?" I question the group of strangers.

"Drink and find out," smirks the guy beside me, the kind of smirk that sends chills or jitters down my spine.

Swallowing the regret of putting myself in this situation, I force myself to gulp down the intense mixture of unmistakably strong spirits. I have to grimace as it burns down my throat. "That's fruity vodka punch... just seventy per cent vodka and rum," explains Embry, clearly enjoying humiliating me, while I splutter, cough, and the whole group, amazed by watching me, bursts into laughter.

This is my first time drinking, and it was forced—way to go, Ava. And a big thanks to Embry.

Unfortunately for me, all the kids around here are quite knowledgeable, so the game doesn't spare me a chance. Embry, the excited witch, taunts me as I keep gulping cup after cup, even though everything considered boring to people my age is precisely what I've done.

I get the feeling they're all enjoying the game by stating things they know I might have done. But then again, most of them are strangers. My anger towards Embry keeps growing since I know that by drinking countless cups of vodka punch, I must have revealed a lot of secrets to the world of young people who will spare me no chance, for being bullied is my cursed fate from this day on. So I embrace my ill fate.

Welcome to the world, Ava.

"Never have I ever slept with someone after sex," emphasizes a guy in a red shirt and black shorts.