Hey everyone! First off, I know it's late, and I'm very sorry, I got a bit busy and distracted last night so by the time I had chance to upload, it was very late and all I wanted to do was go to sleep. Sorry!
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Chapter Thirteen
It must’ve been around eleven o’clock. The sky was clear, but it seemed almost pitch black, it was almost so dark. A couple of people had left, and a lot of people seemed to be lounging in the sand and drinking up the last of the alcohol.
By this time, I was feeling pretty buzzed. Not drunk; I still knew what I was doing, what I was saying. But I had that buzz in my system that comes with being tipsy; the stars seemed to twinkle that little bit brighter, jokes Damien told seemed that much funnier, and people seemed that little bit easier to talk to.
“Okay,” Kory announced, heaving himself up from where he lay in the sand. He shook the sand out of his hair with one hand. “This is starting to get boring.”
“Nah,” Maria (or Maya) disagreed. “It’s pretty nice just to sit out like this and do nothing. Peaceful. Like, you can almost feel the world spinning.”
A few of us laughed at that, Maria (or Maya) included. But Kory stood up and dusted off his pants.
“Come on,” he said.
So we did. We got up and followed him a little further away from the clusters of partygoers to a small dying campfire a little further off, where there were some logs set out around it like benches. I flopped down on one between Nathan and a ginger guy who I was pretty sure was Miles. Lee sat opposite with Kory and Damien, and Kathleen and Maria (or Maya) sat on another log with the jerk I now knew was Hunter.
After dumping a little more driftwood that was lying around near us onto the fire, Miles said, “Truth or dare?”
“Sure,” everyone said, nodding. I wriggled into a more comfortable spot on the log, and hooked my arms through Nathan and Miles’, feeling the chill of the night air now.
“I’ll go first!” Kathleen chirped. “Um… Kory! Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“If you were gay, which of these guys would you kiss?”
He pulled a thoughtful face. “Wait, what’s the forfeit?”
“In your case, I’m gonna say you have to kiss whichever guy you’d have picked. Your choice.”
A few of us laughed, and Nathan whispered in my ear, “Let’s hope he does the forfeit and picks me, then!” I pressed my lips tight together to stifle a laugh.
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