The Game Without Rules

Chapter Three

You know you've got that thing
that makes the girls all swing

*The Song Starts To Play*

"Would you care to dance?"

I considered my options. I did have to go back down to the party.

1) Ana might cut the cake soon.

2)Kara might be done dancing and trying to look for me

3) This guy might turn out to be a creep

4)..........fuck it

I don't care if I get yelled at later I want to have at least once this weekend. Even if it's with a complete stranger I don't care.

"Sure."

Taking his hand he spins me into his arms and we start to playfully sway. He pulls and spins me once more. My arms encircle around the back of his neck and we start to chuckle.

"Wow a ballroom dancer in disguise I would have never guessed."

"I'm a man of many talents." He laughs while dipping me towards the ground before pulling me back into his arms.

For the first time tonight I look straight into his eyes as he intently stares into mine.

A small gasp manages to escape my lips and my eyes widen.

He found me.

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Holy Fu-

Do not curse Evie.

My head is pounding.

Gosh how much did I have to drink?

I gaze over at the clock on the wall.

10:39 am

I stretch my body out considering it's ache. I'm still in my dress but I have a feeling my makeup is smudged.

Hurrying out my room and to the bathroom across from my door I close it immediately. Starring at my complexion I grow disgusted once I become aware of the horrible taste in my mouth.

I look crusty.

I turn on the faucet and start rinsing my mouth out.

Shower. I need a shower ASAP.

I wash all the grime of my body and my hair followed by brushing my teeth.

When I finally came downstairs everyone was sitting on the outside patio drinking whatever concoction they have to cure their hangovers.

As I come into there view the first person I take notice to is Greg who was slouched in his lounge chair with his feet on the table. He looks pale as if he's on the verge of death with his sunglasses on. He turns to look up at me then tilts his glasses down slightly.

"You look like shit." He bluntly states.

"Not nearly as much as you do." I retort.

"I feel like death."

"You smell like death."

His eyes snap towards mine and I chuckle.

"Sorry, I saw my chance and took it. What did we do last night anyway?"

"You don't remember?"

"If I did I wouldn't be asking. So enlighten me."

I take a seat across from him as starts to talk.