365 (Dream Team)

Chapter 8

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"The chocolate milk is too spicy, Wilbur. Can you get me some fried chicken instead?" Krityon says, practically with :D on her face.

Wilbur just laughs and focuses his attention back onto the game being played.

"That doesn't make sense, Krit. You're just drunk." Wilbur says, barely paying attention to her anymore. Screecher was still there, just bouncing up and down a bit.

"I'm not drunkkkkkkkk~ I've just had too many of those tasty weird things." She states and points at a box of booze filled chocolates sitting on a table.

"Also, what are your thoughts on topography?" She adds. Screecher gets bored of waiting for Krityon so she just pulls her away onto their next unsuspecting victim.

"That was" Clay starts then pauses, "weird. To say the least."

The group laughs and we start playing the game again.

"So, George, it's your turn to go. Truth or dare?" Nick looks at me and asks.

I hesitate then answer, "Truth."

"Wuss but fine. Who do you have a crushhhh on?" Nick says, sounding almost flirtatious when saying 'crush'.

Clay looks at me like he was worrying if I was alright with this or not. I just sigh and ask "And if I tell you you won't tell anyone else?"

Nick nods and I pull him off to the side to tell him. I take him where no one else is and I speak in a low voice.

"I 'like' Clay, you idiot. I practically said it yesterday. Were you not listening?" I whisper, hesitating a while before saying 'like'. He just giggles and walks us back over to the rest of the group.

I sit back down next to Clay and he leans in really close to my ear and whispers, "You told him the truth?" I get uncomfortable when he speaks so close to me but I nod in response.

He backs away and continues the game as if nothing ever happened.

The next few rounds go quickly. The one dare that does worry me though is directed at Nick. Someone dared him to drink 3 bottles of beer. He did it very willingly and even drank an extra two just to spite the person who told him to.

"Soooooooo guysss.." Nick slurs, extending the length of almost every letter he says since he's very drunk. "Guess who Georgie has a crushhhhhhhhh onnn?"

My eyes go wide and I immediately direct my glance at Nick. I start shaking my head so violently that I can almost feel it snap off my neck. Nick just looks at me and giggles softly.

"Georgie has a crusssshhhh on-" Nick starts but is cut off.

"Nick, shut up dude." Clay interrupts him, saving me from the most popular people at the school knowing I'm gay.

I end up having a few drinks. Nothing too serious but I most definitely shouldn't be driving. Or walking. Or even moving around. Okay, I'm pretty intoxicated.

Everytime I get up I start getting wobbly and need someone to help me stand up straight. I know I shouldn't be drinking alchohol because it could cause EVEN MORE damage to my liver. I have Fibrolamellar carcinoma. It's the most rare type of live cancer and it affects people who were otherwise healthy. And of course I'm drinking alchohol just to worsen my chances of living.

Someone hands me another drink and I contemplate whether or not I should drink another. I decide and sit the bottle down. I plop down on a couch next to Clay. I practically end up sitting on his lap because of how utterly close we are. Must be the booze.