Haven’t dated, so I don’t drink.
“Never have I ever kissed a friend’s sibling.”
Never kissed anyone, so I don’t drink.
“Never have I ever gone skinny dipping.”
Nope.
“Never have I ever had sex in public.”
No.
“Never have I ever had a friend with benefits.”
Nuh Uh.
“Never have I ever been to a sex shop.”
Nope.
“Never have I ever sent a nude.”
No. No. No.
I want the ground to swallow me up. I haven’t done anything. All eyes are on me. They all know I haven’t done any of it. Is this the part where they all laugh and throw things at me because they find out I’m a virgin?
My eyes meet with the tattooed guy. He’s looking back at me, his face is blank, like he sees right through me, and maybe he isn’t paying attention to me, but I’ve been paying attention to him. He took a sip every time. Everything they said, he’s done.
I wonder what that’s like. To actually live. This guy doesn’t seem to have that problem. He seems to have done everything. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’s even killed someone before.
Our eyes lock, and I gulp. Neither of us has broken eye contact yet, and I don’t want to challenge him, but I also don’t want to stop looking. His eyes narrow as he smirks at me, making my eyes drift down to his lips. Those lips. Have kissed someone. I want to know what that feels like. Having someone’s lips on mine.
“Why is Grayson Carter staring at you?” Gabi asks.
I wrench my head away from him and look at Gabi instead. “Grayson Carter?” I ask.
“Yeah. He’s a sophomore. He’s a drug dealer who sells drugs to support his mum’s addiction.”
I frown. “Is that true?”
Gabi shrugs. “I don’t know, could be a rumor. It’s what people have been saying since freshman year.”
I glance back at him, and his eyes are still on me. Shit. I quickly avert my gaze and focus on my still-full.
“Never have I ever used a pickup line.”
Most of the guys drink, and some girls, too, and to my side, I see Gabi sipping her drink.
“You’ve used a pickup line?” Madi asks her.
Gabi raises her brow. “Of course. Haven’t you?”
Madi shakes her head. “No, but out of curiosity, what do you say?”
She smirks, clearing her throat. “I say, do you like to sleep? And they obviously say yes, because, duh, who doesn’t? And then I say, me too, we should try it together sometime.” She grins, taking a swig of her beer.
We all laugh at how ridiculous that is. “That’s the worst pickup line I’ve ever heard,” Madi says.
