End Up Here

few drinks deep at a table for one

When we get back to the dorms, each of us is $500 richer and harboring illegal substances. Definitely not how I expected my week to turn out.

"That was crazy," Evie says as we pull up to the dorms. 

"I know," Maisy agrees. We park and get the alcohol out of the trunk. She hides it in a Victoria's Secret bag so the RA's won't get suspicious.

Evie splits up from us once we get inside and we head to our separate dorms. Thankfully Maisy has her key, because I left mine in the room, as usual. 

We get inside and plop down on the couch. 

"So..." I start. "I guess we should... get drunk?"

"Yeah," Maisy agrees, grinning. "The question is: How?"

I give a confused look. "Um, you know, with the alcohol we just risked our asses for?"

"No, dumbass. I mean, which drinking game should we play?"

"Oh. True. Ummmm...." I didn't really know any drinking games. "Do you have any ideas?"

Maisy pretends to be clueless, but I can tell she already has an idea in her mind. "How about truth or drink?"

My heart begins to beat at a slightly faster than normal pace. From what I'd seen in the movies, that game always ended the same way. Regardless, I figured I should just agree. "Yeah, sure."

"Perfect. Let me put on some music first."

She hooked her phone up to her Bluetooth speaker.

"Please don't put on Hamilton," I beg.

"I wasn't, but maybe I'll do it out of spite."

She didn't. Instead, I heard the relieving voice of of Brendon Urie. It was the beginning of the song Build God, Then We'll Talk. "Ahhhh, this is my favorite!"

"Say thank you."

"Thank you." I rolled my eyes. 

Maisy grabbed the bottle of vodka and broke the seal. She poured two cups, and when I grabbed mine, the scent made me gag. I hated straight alcohol. "Take a sip for good luck," Maisy commands. I obey begrudgingly. 

"Who goes first?" she asks. 

"I guess I will," I volunteer. "Hmm..." My voice trails off as I try to think of a good question. If I could ask Maisy anything in the world, what would it be? There were a few questions I had in mind, but I begged my brain to avoid asking them. "How about this," I decide. "Have you ever done anything illegal?"

"Girl, we're literally drinking underage," she laughs, and I laugh too when I realize. 

"Well, other than that I guess."

"I guess mainly in high school," she admits. "Honestly, I kind of had a problem with drugs. Not to kill the vibes, but I was really into Xanax once I got a prescription for my anxiety. I would even deal it to the other students in my theater class. That was what we did for fun back then. I know it's stupid, but I'm glad I don't do it anymore."

"Wow," I reply. I was shocked. I didn't realize she had done that kind of stuff in the past. I wasn't judging her, but it just goes to show that you never know someone's full story. "I'm just glad you're okay now."

"Thanks. Me too. I feel bad if that just made it intense, so how about we drink to make up for it?" she suggests. 

I nod, and we both take another sip. Yuck, but I was starting to feel it now. I was very much a lightweight. "Okay," I say. "Your turn."

We go back and forth a few rounds, getting increasingly drunk. I was starting to have fun. Maybe this summer with Maisy wouldn't be so bad after all. Finally, it's Maisy's turn to ask a question again. 

This time, she doesn't hesitate. "Be honest: do you want to kiss me again?" 

My stomach drops, and I'm full of nerves. I look into her eyes. I can tell she's been wanting to ask this the whole time. If I was sober, I would've said no... or would I? Instead, I forget about Calum, forget about the other important things in my life, and I lean in for a kiss. 

Everything is a blur from the alcohol, and things happen much faster than I would've expected. It seems like it's only been a few seconds when I feel her pulling off my shirt, and I move eagerly to help her. I do the same for hers as well. 

We sit there, making out on the couch, and I realize that this is what I've wanted all along. But would sober me agree? Only time would tell. 

I start to move to unbutton her pants, but to my horror, there's a bang at the door. We freeze, unsure who would even be here at this hour. We have no time to react before we hear the lock turn and watch the door swing open, everything happening in slow motion.