SIMONA
"He really cares about you huh?"
"Like a sister, yes." I answered Solange. She was by the mirror putting on makeup. We were in her room. I don't know what I am doing here, or why she brought me here after Dylan and Pricky's attempted squabble. Someone would think we were besties.
"I wish he'll care for me half the way he cares for you." She said bluntly.
I blinked rapidly. "He does care for you. Why would you say that? I am his childhood friend and you are his girlfriend."
There is a big difference between us two, no?
"I have always wanted to keep this to myself." She started. "But I can't anymore. I'll just keep having doubts if I don't ask you."
"What is it?" This can't be good. Not one bit.
"What is your actual relationship with Dylan?" She had her arms folded. Sizing me up with a scrutinizing gaze.
"We are friends." I answered automatically.
"Friends. I wish I can believe that." She snorts.
"It doesn't matter if you believe it. That is what we are." I said calmly. It wasn't my fault that she is nitpicking and overthinking what isn't there.
"Okay. I will try and believe you Simona."
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Almost everyone was clamouring as the bottle was spinned. I was seeing hundreds thanks to how many shots of God-knows-how-what I had taken. Gosh, how did I get myself into this damn game? I mentally facepalm.
"Simona! It's your turn again." A voice excitedly announced. What th- were they purposely targeting me? How come the bottle turns to me four out of the ten times it has been spined?
"T..ruth." I drawl out in a grumbling manner.
"Nah. No more truth for you. You've used up all four of them remember ? You only have dares left now."
"When did I use all of my truths?" I complained.
"I think she's getting drunk. I need to take her home." That was Dylan's voice.
"Why would you do that? She is so much fun! You can't take her away and ruin the game." That was Solange. The others agreed with her too, telling Dylan to chill and stop playing overprotective brother. I personally agree with them too. I was having so much fun—though, I am a little tipsy right now. This is the first time I am hanging out with my school mates—the first time I feel like a young adult. And I feel really welcomed into their circle. I was tensed and nervous at first, but now I'm all relaxed in their company. The alcohol was a really great help in making that happen.
"Let me have fun tonight daddy." I protested, sticking my tongue out at Dylan.
"Trut- I mean, dare."
"Pick a guy and make out." They dared.
"What?"
"The dare is... pick a guy, and make out with him." Erica, the bottle spinner and Solange's friend repeated.
Make out with a guy? That is not much of a problem, but there are problems. The first being, that I have never kissed before and I don't want to lose my precious first kiss in a truth or dare game. I have never dreamt of kissing another guy except Elion. The second is that I don't like any of the guys here. Elion and his friends were playing pool not too far away from us. I suddenly get a blush worthy idea. What if I....?
"Can I choose a guy outside the group?" I inquire.
"Sure you can. As long as you do the dare."
Really? Thank you! I giggle. "Be right back." I got up on my feet and walked up to him from behind, when I got to him, I held his face and fused my lips with his.
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I groaned, trying to open my eyes through layers of deep sleep. I feel so weak. My head is banging.
Damn sleep paralysis. I roll on my side, and then forced open my heavy eyelids. This is my trick of waking up when I don't feel like it. I felt my body and found out that I was without clothes. I jolt up at once, I am in my lacy pant and bra. I might as well not be putting on anything. I try to take deep breaths through the rising panic and at the same time figure out how I am like this. The only reason I am not freaking out loud is because the bed is mine, I am in my own bedroom and not someone else's. My brain was a blank slate. I seriously cannot recall anything from last night. Dylan must have brought me home no doubt, but who the hell came in and took off my clothes? Dylan would not go that far.
Is it a guy? I can't feel any soreness in between my legs... so the possibility of rape and a reckless one night stand is ruled out. I jumped out of bed frantically and put on my sleeping robe. "Jesus!" I yelped instantly as I found someone outside my door. I calm down when I see that it is my mom. She is standing there, carrying a tray with a small thermal flask and a water glass.
"Mom! When did you come? Aren't you supposed to be here on Saturday?" I can't tell what today is right now, but I know it's not weekend yet. I am so shocked to see her.
"Good morning honey." She sidestepped me and enter my room. She placed down the tray on my reading desk and sat on my bed staring at me with that strict you-are-in-trouble kind of gaze.
"You weren't home last night. Where were you?"
"At a friend's party." I answered truthfully. There is no need in lying. I am old enough to attend parties anyway.
"How did you get so drunk to the point of getting home in your underwear and smelling like vomit?"
My brows knit in sudden confusion. "Wasn't it you who took off my clothes?"