That was it!
I've had enough.
I glared at the still suprised Blondie and I pulled Simon to his feet.
He grunted and grumbled under his breath as I pulled him with all my strength.
Yes, Simon was a big boy, and by now I was practically panting like a horse.
"What now?" He asked me with a bored look on his handsome face.
I could see the exact reason why Blondie really wanted to fuck the shit out of him.
"You can't have all the fun alone," I snapped at him and rolled my eyes.
He gave me a smug grin.
"Then you are always welcome to join both of us, right Declan?" He asked.
Ahh, so Blondie had a name?
His name was Declan.
"But Simon—" Declan began to say before Simon interuppted him.
"It's a joke!" He added.
He snickered in my face.
Declan just shook his head with a scoff.
"No fun for me means no fun for you Simon," I told him.
His eyes widened.
"But—"
"Shush," I said to him while putting a finger over my full lucious lips.
Yeah.
If I don't praise it who will?
Probably Simon?
He did that everyday.
And sometimes he would even lean in for a kiss to have a taste himself.
Mind you...
Those were just platonic kisses.
And we were both stuck in a platonic best friend situationship—
Sorry, slip of tongue.
The right word is relationship.
"Don't threaten me with a bad time Mango," Simon grumbled under his breath.
I cackled evilly.
Mango was his nickname for me.
That was because...
My shampoo was mango scented.
My body cream too.
My perfume collection.
My hair essentials too.
En fait, everything about me seemed to reek of mango.
Don't blame me.
I was raised in a mango themed home.
My mother and father loved mangoes.
And Simon did the one thing they really wished they could have done.
He named me Mango.
"It is a promise, not a threat," I corrected him as I pulled him up the stairs.
I heard Declan follow behind us.
"I know you want Declan buried deep inside of you to the hilt," I began.
"Yes," he grunted.
"And I know that you want to scream his name as loud as you can while he pinds you to glory," I continued.
"Mango!" He snapped.
I halted to stare up at him.
"Yes or no?" I demanded.
Simon looked like he wanted to argue with me on the matter.
But something in my expression must have convinced him not to do that.
"Yes," he reluctantly admitted.
I heard Declan chuckle behind us.
I turned to him.
"Be quiet light bulb!" I snapped at him with a glare meant to cripple a man.
Declan was instantly quiet.
It took a few seconds for him to process that I had just insulted him.
I knew because his eyes widened.
But he said nothing still.
Well, good for him.
Only I was allowed to laugh at or even criticize my best friend.
No one else dared to.
I turned back to Simon.
"Well, if you want all these," I began. "Then you have to find me a date too."
He quirked a brow at me.
"Why do I have to?" He grumbled.
I gave him a dirty look.
"You brought me here Simon. No good time for me means none for you."
He sighed deeply.
"I should have left you home."
I didn't hear regret in his voice though.
I flashed him a wide smile.
"And since you didn't, you would have to take responsibility for me man."
"Let's find you a good time quickly then," Declan said from behind.
I turned and winked at him.
"You are a sensible man," I grinned.
He smiled at the compliment.
"Stop blushing," Simon complained like a cry baby.
Declan snorted.
"I didn't do none of that," he defended himself and Simon shrugged.
"Stop picking on Declan and start walking fast. The faster you walk, the closer we are to a good time for the both of us."
Simon rolled his eyes.
"You sweet talker," he said.
And we walked all the way back to the party which was still in full swing.
I noticed that the group playing the truth or dare game has dispersed.
But there was another group playing something at the far end.
"There are a lot of hot girls over there," Declan pointed towards the same direction.
I nodded in agreement.
"Let's check it out," he grinned.
Simon reluctantly followed us to the spot.
We arrived there.
And we discovered that it was just some lame people who were playing the 'closet game.
I called it ten minutes in heaven.
It is when you and someone were left in the closet for at least ten minutes.
Except it was way longer than that sometimes.
They were chanting in front of one of the closets when we arrived at the spot.
Simon gave Declan a look and the both of them grabbed my arms.
My gaze instantly flickered between the both of them.
"What are you doing?" I asked them with quirked brows.
Nobody said a thing.
Suspicion began to crawl its way up my throat.
And before I knew what was up, they pushed me into the closet.
The last thing I heard was the closet door closing shut with a click sound.