have come to admire.
“Spin the bottle, win a date at the cupboard,” Chelsea Summers answered as she looked longingly at Darwin.
“Ah, that game,” he replied.
He looked at the bottle and his eyes widened. It was a simulated surprise. I know him enough to figure that out.
“The bottle’s pointing at me,” he said. “I guess I will have to choose my date .”
Not a few girls bit their lips. Their eyes sparkled. I could almost hear them whispering. Choose me, choose me . Chelsea Summers’ facial expression was the most obvious as she didn’t even try to hide her excitement.
“I choose...”
The girls held their breath. I knew that, deep inside, they were praying that Darwin would select them.
“I choose Elizabeth Smith!” he exclaimed.
I was stunned beyond belief. Of all the pretty girls in the group, Chelsea Summers among them, Darwin actually chose me. I had to muster enough sense to compose myself when I realized that I was looking at him with my mouth agape and my eyes stupefied in astonishment.
The people in the group couldn’t believe it as well. Their mumbles filled the air. There were curses too, but I was too staggered to pay them any attention.
Darwin wasted no time. He quickly got up, went to where I was, grabbed my hand and led me towards the cabinet.
“See you later, guys!” he told the group. “Carry on without us!”
We went inside the cabinet. It was bigger than the usual dresser, but still quite small to completely accommodate two people. We squeezed our bodies inside, embracing each other just to be able to fit in the compartment.
He closed the door and darkness engulfed the chamber. I could barely see him.
“What the fuck was that about?” I asked him.
“Why are you cursing?” he asked. “You never curse.”
“The fuck do you care?” I answered. I wanted him to think that I was furious so that he wouldn’t know how tense I was, being that close to him and all.
“Elizabeth, you never curse,” he repeated. “You’re drunk, aren’t you?”
“And what if I am?”
“Who offered you drinks? Emerson? I’m gonna beat the shit out of that dickhead!”
“No, no, it wasn’t Emerson.”
“Then you’re admitting that you’re drunk?”
“I’m admitting that I did drink, but I’m not drunk.”
In an unbelievable case of bad timing, I burped after saying those words. I think he smelled the alcohol from my breath.
“Don’t lie to me,” he said firmly. “You are drunk, aren’t you?”
“Maybe a little,” I answered. I felt a bit of shame at that moment.
“Did you ever think about how your mom would feel if she’ll find out that you got drunk?”
“Oooohhhh... the great Darwin McKenzy’s acting like a grown-up all of a sudden. Chillax, dude.”
“Chillax? That’s not a word I expected to hear from you.”
“Well... as you’ve said earlier, we’ve only known each other for less than a week. And a great majority of that time, you don’t even acknowledge my existence. You’d be surprised to know that there’s more of me that are beyond your expectations.”
“Good or bad?”
“A little of both, maybe.”
“Care to share them?”
“That would take a while...”
“We have the time, and we have the privacy,” he reminded me. “Now, shall we start?”
M y breasts were pressed against his chest but I didn’t care. It was either because my body has grown numb from the amount of alcohol I have consumed, or because we had no choice but to push our bodies against each other to fit inside the small space of the cabinet.
Or maybe it was because I just wanted him near me.
It was funny that I’ve never realized how tall he really was until that moment we shared in the dresser. Now that I was standing in front of him, I
“Spin the bottle, win a date at the cupboard,” Chelsea Summers answered as she looked longingly at Darwin.
“Ah, that game,” he replied.
He looked at the bottle and his eyes widened. It was a simulated surprise. I know him enough to figure that out.
“The bottle’s pointing at me,” he said. “I guess I will have to choose my date .”
Not a few girls bit their lips. Their eyes sparkled. I could almost hear them whispering. Choose me, choose me . Chelsea Summers’ facial expression was the most obvious as she didn’t even try to hide her excitement.
“I choose...”
The girls held their breath. I knew that, deep inside, they were praying that Darwin would select them.
“I choose Elizabeth Smith!” he exclaimed.
I was stunned beyond belief. Of all the pretty girls in the group, Chelsea Summers among them, Darwin actually chose me. I had to muster enough sense to compose myself when I realized that I was looking at him with my mouth agape and my eyes stupefied in astonishment.
The people in the group couldn’t believe it as well. Their mumbles filled the air. There were curses too, but I was too staggered to pay them any attention.
Darwin wasted no time. He quickly got up, went to where I was, grabbed my hand and led me towards the cabinet.
“See you later, guys!” he told the group. “Carry on without us!”
We went inside the cabinet. It was bigger than the usual dresser, but still quite small to completely accommodate two people. We squeezed our bodies inside, embracing each other just to be able to fit in the compartment.
He closed the door and darkness engulfed the chamber. I could barely see him.
“What the fuck was that about?” I asked him.
“Why are you cursing?” he asked. “You never curse.”
“The fuck do you care?” I answered. I wanted him to think that I was furious so that he wouldn’t know how tense I was, being that close to him and all.
“Elizabeth, you never curse,” he repeated. “You’re drunk, aren’t you?”
“And what if I am?”
“Who offered you drinks? Emerson? I’m gonna beat the shit out of that dickhead!”
“No, no, it wasn’t Emerson.”
“Then you’re admitting that you’re drunk?”
“I’m admitting that I did drink, but I’m not drunk.”
In an unbelievable case of bad timing, I burped after saying those words. I think he smelled the alcohol from my breath.
“Don’t lie to me,” he said firmly. “You are drunk, aren’t you?”
“Maybe a little,” I answered. I felt a bit of shame at that moment.
“Did you ever think about how your mom would feel if she’ll find out that you got drunk?”
“Oooohhhh... the great Darwin McKenzy’s acting like a grown-up all of a sudden. Chillax, dude.”
“Chillax? That’s not a word I expected to hear from you.”
“Well... as you’ve said earlier, we’ve only known each other for less than a week. And a great majority of that time, you don’t even acknowledge my existence. You’d be surprised to know that there’s more of me that are beyond your expectations.”
“Good or bad?”
“A little of both, maybe.”
“Care to share them?”
“That would take a while...”
“We have the time, and we have the privacy,” he reminded me. “Now, shall we start?”
M y breasts were pressed against his chest but I didn’t care. It was either because my body has grown numb from the amount of alcohol I have consumed, or because we had no choice but to push our bodies against each other to fit inside the small space of the cabinet.
Or maybe it was because I just wanted him near me.
It was funny that I’ve never realized how tall he really was until that moment we shared in the dresser. Now that I was standing in front of him, I
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