"I can’t believe you dragged me here"
“come on don’t be such a loser. it’s a party. it will be fun”
this is literally how most of my Saturday nights go. my best friend drags me to a party I did not want to go to. and every time I don’t enjoy myself, but I still hold onto the belief that I’ll enjoy myself for once. that never happens.
“I hear Jeremy is here” my best friend prods “I know you like him”
ryan and I have known eachother for years. I remember a time without him, but all my best memories are with him. he’s fairly tall, and has a dark blonde mop of hair and blue blue blue eyes, he’s the sun to my moon, looks wise. my long black hair and green eyes pale in comparison. but that’s okay. he likes the attention
“I don’t like him you asshole” I reply with a playful shove
“whatever you say”
just then we walk into our friends matt and Lukas’s house. they’re identical twins, yet somehow Lukas is cuter.
we’re greeted with Robert handing us a beer each and a wink, then he’s off into the crowd. before I can give Ryan my beer, he’s gone. out of boredom I sip it and walk around the house I know so well.
i walked into the basement to see a circle of people playing what looks like truth or dare
they all turn and look at me and I mumble “sorry” and turn to go
“your name is maddy right?” says a voice from the circle
“lyn. you were close” I reply. my name is Madelyn so they were close enough, but still. only Ryan can call me maddy.
I turn around to look at the voice. I can’t pinpoint who said it and I only vaguely recognize most of the people in the circle. Brett the hockey boy, the same Robert that handed me this beer, kimmy the head of student councle, Veronica the chef, and miscellaneous other people from every walk of life. a very drunk Brett moves over and pats the empty space next to him to beckon me over, and hands me another beer
“chug you’re old one. you’re too sober for this” he slurs
I look at him and decide to comply. not like a beer can get you drunk. or anything. ha.
Veronica looks at me and says in her usual quiet voice “we’re playing never have I ever. you know the rules right?” I nod.
so the games begin.
“never have I ever been drunk”. everybody takes a sip and laughs. except me.
“never have I ever had sex” almost everyone takes a sip. except me.
the game goes on like this for a long time, while I sit there waiting for the chance to drink.
about an hour in I look up from my phone and see Jeremy standing in the doorway smirking and holding a cooler
“you’re too innocent. we could call you bunny”
kimmy looks up. “what do you mean?”
“she hasn’t taken a sip the entire game. has no one noticed?” he comes and sits across from me and pulls out a box of pocky, then grabs a bottle from the girl he was next to and takes the last sip and places it in the middle
“let’s play a game bunny can play in. it’s the pocky game. someone spins a bottle, then whoever it lands on they share a piece of pocky till someone chickens out. whoever chickens out, takes a shot”
everyone cheers and arranges into girl-boy order around the circle. Jeremy never moves. neither do I.
“lyn” i say, mostly to myself
he looks at me “pardon bunny?”
“lyn” I say louder, with te coldest look I could muster to him “it’s my name. stop calling me bunny. it’s lyn. not Madelyn not maddy not bunny and not mads, lyn.”
“okay kitten” he says with a wink. he must be drunk, he wouldn’t give me the time of day sober.
Brett spins first. he lands on Veronica, as she chickens almost instantly.
around the circle we go, it’s already landed on Jeremy twice, and both times the girl chucked out. his dark eyes behind his glasses are kind of intimidating, I’d imagine even more up close
it’s my turn at last, and it lands on Jeremy naturally. “I demand a respin” I say “it’s been him three times in a row!”
but before anyone could agree he’s stuck a piece of pocky in my mouth
“I’m not backing out” I whisper. he smirks and whispers “me neither”
and so we start
I’m eating this as slowly as possible. centimetre by centimetre. our noses are touching. two more bites. our noses have passed. one more bite. I almost win. then… I chicken
I let go
with a satisfied smirk he hands me a bottle of vodka “drink up” he says in a mock toast. I take a tiny sip, place the bottle on the ground, and get up to leave.
no one seems to heartbroken that I’m gone, and the party is in full swing upstairs. I go on a mission for Ryan.