I didn't expect much when Connor Sharpe followed me back.
Just some random notification while hanging out with my best friend.
But one simple "hi" turns into something neither of us saw coming.
A couple of years apart, different grades, and a millio...
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Jake came running back into the living room like a man on a mission.
“Beer pong starts now! Connor, you’re with me. Let’s go, zombie bros.” he said with excitement even though he was dressed as a pumpkin (?)
Connor rolled his eyes but followed him toward the beer pong table, and I was just about to retreat to the safety of another vodka laced drink when—
“Hey.” Aidan.
He was suddenly beside me, already holding a ping pong ball, and grinning like we’d already won.
“You and me,” he said, tilting his head toward the table. “Let’s destroy them.”
I blinked. “Are we really doing this?”
“C’mon, how often do you get to humiliate your friends in front of a house full of drunk zombies and sexy witches?”
He had a point.
“…Alright,” I grinned. “But I’m blaming you if I throw the ball into someone’s eye."
He laughed. “Deal.”
We made our way to the table, and a small crowd had already formed around it, red solo cups stacked in triangles at both ends, each filled about a third with beer (or something suspiciously yellow). The table was lit up by a few hanging lights.
Jake and Connor stood on the opposite side, already tossing the ball between them like they were plotting world domination.
Connor caught my eye and smirked.
“Ready to lose?” he asked.
I narrowed my eyes. “Ready to cry when we wipe the floor with you.”
“Oh, confident. I like it.”
Jake clapped his hands. “Okay okay okay! Team Zombie Bros versus Team Bunny-Killshot. First to make all six cups wins. Losers chug one of those mystery punch shots.”
Yumi shouted from across the room, “MAKE ‘EM SUFFER!”
I blew her a kiss.
Aidan looked at me, hands behind his back. “Wanna go first or should I?”
“Ladies first,” I said sweetly, picking up the ball.
I narrowed my eyes, aimed for Jake’s side, and—
Plop. Straight in.
“YOOOOO!” Aidan shouted.
The crowd around us whooped, and I just smiled innocently as Jake groaned and drank from the cup.
Connor looked at me with those calculating, unreadable eyes. “Lucky shot.”
