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cup back to me. People chanted for me to drink faster. I downed all five cups in about two minutes. My vision was hazy and a few tears ran down my face, but I did it.
“Truth or Dare?” I queried, throwing the cup over my shoulder. The crowd clapped and someone whistled.
Jason looked taken aback. Perhaps he thought I couldn’t handle a little watered down beer.
“Truth.”
I licked my lips. All I tasted was warm beer and dry blood from chewing my lip too much. “Do you like me or are you just a player?” The beer was giving me liquid courage.
His face turned to stone. I hit a sore spot. Maybe I could finally crack Jason and see what made him tick. He opened his mouth to admit his feelings when someone shouted. “Time!”
“What?” I asked.
“Game is over.” Jason winked at me. He knew he didn’t have to answer my question. The asshole probably felt like Rocky when he won.
“I hate this game,” I said, standing and storming out.
I could feel Jason behind me. I flung myself into the crowd, trying to lose him. I wanted to leave, but wasn’t sure where the door was and the room kept spinning.
Could the beers I chugged be spiked with something?
“Sydney, wait!” Jason shouted.
His voice made me go faster. I lost my footing and fell onto a girl who was making out with a guy built like a football player on the couch.
“Bitch,” she slurred. The guy gave me a dirty look. I pressed on, desperate to find the exit.
I spotted the door when my stomach decided to betray me. I doubled over and threw up into a potted plant.
“That’s disgusting!” a girl screamed.
People muttered and parted around me like the Red Sea. Jason came to my side, but I brushed him off. I grabbed my keys out of my purse and made my way to the door. Hell with Amelia. She could make Hunter bring her home.
“You can’t drive in your condition,” Jason said in a soothing voice. It was as soft as velvet. I wanted to wrap it around me and fall asleep.
“Fuck you,” I slurred and pushed him away.
“Let me,” a guy said.
I fell against the stranger. He was taller than Jason and had long limbs like a basketball player.
“No, I’ll take her,” Jason said, trying to take me in his arms.
I didn’t want Jason near me. “No, he can take me.” I handed my keys to the stranger.
He wrapped his arms around me and made some gesture to Jason I couldn’t see. By the expression on Jason’s face, it wasn’t friendly.
I let him walk me to my car. He told me his name was Derek. He had spiky, chocolate brown hair, jade green eyes, and was wearing a black shirt. I could tell he worked out by the way his muscles moved when he guided me away from the party and Jason.
I leaned against the back of the passenger’s seat in my Charger, praying not to puke again. Derek drove in silence and kept eyeing my body. I was too sick to move. All I could do was tell him how to get to my place and hope he didn’t take advantage of me.
At least I was free from Jason. That was the main goal. I may have put myself in a worse position, but I didn’t care. I wanted to sleep it all away. If only dreamless sleep would wash away all my sins.
Chapter Seven
Derek parked in front of my house. He ran his hand down my left leg and squeezed my knee. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn’t in the mood. I opened my door and tried to get out of the car. Derek ran over and helped me up the steps to the front door. He made sure his hands grazed my ass and breasts.
“Thanks for,” I hiccupped, “taking me home. How are you going to get back?”
My vision was fuzzy. It was like looking at the world through broken, spider-webbed glasses.
“I was hoping to stay here for a while.” He brushed his fingertips across my breasts again, causing my nipples to harden.
Shit, he’s going to rape me!
The voice in my head screamed for me to fight, to run away. The only problem was my body felt like it had turned to stone. I
“Truth or Dare?” I queried, throwing the cup over my shoulder. The crowd clapped and someone whistled.
Jason looked taken aback. Perhaps he thought I couldn’t handle a little watered down beer.
“Truth.”
I licked my lips. All I tasted was warm beer and dry blood from chewing my lip too much. “Do you like me or are you just a player?” The beer was giving me liquid courage.
His face turned to stone. I hit a sore spot. Maybe I could finally crack Jason and see what made him tick. He opened his mouth to admit his feelings when someone shouted. “Time!”
“What?” I asked.
“Game is over.” Jason winked at me. He knew he didn’t have to answer my question. The asshole probably felt like Rocky when he won.
“I hate this game,” I said, standing and storming out.
I could feel Jason behind me. I flung myself into the crowd, trying to lose him. I wanted to leave, but wasn’t sure where the door was and the room kept spinning.
Could the beers I chugged be spiked with something?
“Sydney, wait!” Jason shouted.
His voice made me go faster. I lost my footing and fell onto a girl who was making out with a guy built like a football player on the couch.
“Bitch,” she slurred. The guy gave me a dirty look. I pressed on, desperate to find the exit.
I spotted the door when my stomach decided to betray me. I doubled over and threw up into a potted plant.
“That’s disgusting!” a girl screamed.
People muttered and parted around me like the Red Sea. Jason came to my side, but I brushed him off. I grabbed my keys out of my purse and made my way to the door. Hell with Amelia. She could make Hunter bring her home.
“You can’t drive in your condition,” Jason said in a soothing voice. It was as soft as velvet. I wanted to wrap it around me and fall asleep.
“Fuck you,” I slurred and pushed him away.
“Let me,” a guy said.
I fell against the stranger. He was taller than Jason and had long limbs like a basketball player.
“No, I’ll take her,” Jason said, trying to take me in his arms.
I didn’t want Jason near me. “No, he can take me.” I handed my keys to the stranger.
He wrapped his arms around me and made some gesture to Jason I couldn’t see. By the expression on Jason’s face, it wasn’t friendly.
I let him walk me to my car. He told me his name was Derek. He had spiky, chocolate brown hair, jade green eyes, and was wearing a black shirt. I could tell he worked out by the way his muscles moved when he guided me away from the party and Jason.
I leaned against the back of the passenger’s seat in my Charger, praying not to puke again. Derek drove in silence and kept eyeing my body. I was too sick to move. All I could do was tell him how to get to my place and hope he didn’t take advantage of me.
At least I was free from Jason. That was the main goal. I may have put myself in a worse position, but I didn’t care. I wanted to sleep it all away. If only dreamless sleep would wash away all my sins.
Chapter Seven
Derek parked in front of my house. He ran his hand down my left leg and squeezed my knee. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn’t in the mood. I opened my door and tried to get out of the car. Derek ran over and helped me up the steps to the front door. He made sure his hands grazed my ass and breasts.
“Thanks for,” I hiccupped, “taking me home. How are you going to get back?”
My vision was fuzzy. It was like looking at the world through broken, spider-webbed glasses.
“I was hoping to stay here for a while.” He brushed his fingertips across my breasts again, causing my nipples to harden.
Shit, he’s going to rape me!
The voice in my head screamed for me to fight, to run away. The only problem was my body felt like it had turned to stone. I
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