Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Somehow through my half drunken state I managed to  ask. “Wait we?”

Was this how it felt to be drunk?

Ryan nodded eagerly and draped his arm around my  shoulder. I groaned trying to balance myself from his  weight. “Yes we, you’re coming along.” He states  dragging me along with him.

I look at Blake, the protest on the tip of my tongue but it  doesn’t come out. Blake follows with Stacy beside him. I

turn to face the front. Even with my half drunken state I  still felt the burning jealousy when I see them together  like this. Alcohol doesn’t seem to numb the feelings I  have for Blake.

I bite my tongue. Somehow I wanted to tell her to get  her nasty claws away from him. I blamed my alcohol  consumption. We weave our way around sweaty bodies  and find ourselves entering a dimly lit room.

The scent of marijuana was powerful, like a strong blow  to the face. Usually I would gag or cringe at the scent  and probably turn around and say no way I’m out. But I  found myself wanting to enter in further.

There were a couple of teens in the middle of the room.  Half of them looked out of their minds, like me. They sat  in a circle, some smirking while others looked ready to  crawl in a hole and die.

Ryan drags me to the circle and sits down with me  plopping down beside him. I look at the faces, trying to  recognize some of them. Was it that bad that I didn’t  know half of the kids that went to my school?

Blake and Stacy sat down opposite to us. I grit my teeth  seeing how close she was to him. She’s his girlfriend  Ashley, this is how couples normally act. At least my  conscience didn’t seem to be intoxicated by the alcohol.

I turn to Ryan. “This is a kids game.” I whispered but it  seemed to be louder than I thought. I was now the  center of attention.

I turn to face everyone, the alcohol currently in my  system didn’t allow me to care. I shrugged staring at the  faces that would ignore me by tomorrow. “What it’s the  truth.”

The guy who came to call Blake and Ryan smirks.” Not  the way we play it.”

I rolled my eyes. “That’s what they all say. There’s  nothing you can say or do that’ll make me think  otherwise.”

He doesn’t lose the smirk instead it gets wider. A creepy  wider, that had me cringing internally. “How we play is  different. We make our own rules, it’s not just a simple  truth or dare game, it’s way more.”

I narrow my eyes, not buying his ridiculous way of trying  to make me see that the game wasn’t stupid. “How is it  different? Please elaborate.” I taunt. Since when do I  have a snarky mouth? Alcohol and I really don’t like each  other.

He notices my taunting tone and doesn’t look a bit of  amused. “Well for starters you can’t choose truth more  than five times. And as for the dare, if you so happen to  chicken out, you’ll be getting shaved. Oh and before I  forget, once the game starts, you’re already in, with no  backing out.”

“Shaved?” I voiced my confusion.

The guy smirks looking at the others. “Shaved bald.”

I gulped not liking the thought of staying there after all. I  looked at Ryan. Seeing that he was busy making goo goo  eyes at a girl I turn to face Blake. He notices my  distress.” If you don’t want to play Ley, you don’t have  to.” He smiles.

“Yeah we all know you’re the only one who’ll be getting  bald anyway. Chicken.” Stacy insults.

Maybe it was the rage from her words or the alcohol but I  find myself agreeing to the terms of the game and  staying to play.

“Well let’s start!” I state.

The guy cheers and calls for another guy to bring a beer  bottle. As soon as the bottle is in his hands he doesn’t  hesitate to push it to his lips and gulp down its contents.  When it’s empty he places it in the middle of the  makeshift circle.

I feel the nerves prickle but I force it down. I can do this  right? It’s not like they’ll say some ridiculous dares, right? If I get shaved bald dad would surely kill me.

“Let the game begin.” He laughs then spins the bottle. It  was too late to back out now.