The Bet

Drunken Bets

The music reverberates throughout Hennessey's house. Hennessey is the most popular girl in school and also the best party thrower. Not to mention the richest teen in Phoenix, Arizona. Everyone shows up to her parties. The nerds, jocks, goths, cheerleaders, you name it. She doesn't discriminate, which makes her parties a little more kickass.

I hold up my cup and scream as a guy jumps on her marbled coffee table and sprays champagne on the crowd. Her parents are away on a quick vacation and left her and her twin brother Henry alone for the weekend. How she'll clean this up in time? I have no idea. The crowd erupts and people open their mouths to get a taste of the champagne. The guy jumps onto the crowd and begins to crowd surf until he's carried out of the house and out of sight.

My best friend Evelyn, or Evie as I call her, turns to me and slurs, "I'm so drunk."

I laugh and push her away from me. She reeks of beer and cheap perfume. I'm sure I smell the same way. "If you upchuck on me I'm gonna be sooooo pissed!"

She smiles and pretends to gag. I side step her and scream. If I wasn't so drunk I'd probably find a place for her to sober up. But since I'm completely shitfaced, we're in this together.

"You drunk yet, Jade?" She shrieks.

I chug back my drink and throw my cup. "Can fish survive under water, bitch?"

She wraps her arms around my neck and throws her head back. Her jet black hair falls down her waist and her blue eyes look extremely glassy. "We're fish now, bitch!"

We laugh and dance our way into the kitchen for more beer. The heat in this house is ridiculous. Even though it's bigger than any house I've seen, there are just too many people.

When we get to the kitchen Evelyn slings the refrigerator open. She tosses me a can of Whatever This Is and grabs one for herself.

"Jade!" She calls, even though I'm standing right next to her.

"Evelyn!" I answer.

"I bet I can drink my beer faster than you!"

I crack it open and laugh. "Oh yeah?"

"Hell yeah I can!" She opens hers with a loud pop!

"If you lose you have to dye your hair a shit green for the rest of the year!" I slur.

"And if you lose you have to get Desmond Riley to love your ass by Valentine's Day!"

Oh shit. Valentine's Day is three months away. And Desmond Riley is the baddest boy in school. With his tattooed arms and ink colored eyes and dark hair, people usually stay away from him. Sure his looks are intimidating, but his track record is way worse. I heard he once got a freshman pregnant and forced her to get an abortion. And that he smokes ten cigarettes at once. I don't know what I'm getting myself into. But I'm drunk. And when drunk, you always accept a bet.

"Piece of cake!" I yell. "But too bad you're gonna lose."

"On three," she smiles.

"One," I say.

"Two," she cries.

"Three!" We scream in unison.

She knocks back her drink in three seconds flat. I'm not even halfway done before her can flies across the room.

I stare in shock as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Good luck with the Fuck Boy!" She twirls in place. "Now let's go crowd surf!"

I knock back my beer and frown. I watch her run and jump on the crowd. Suddenly I'm not feeling so good.

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