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"Why don't we play something?' Ava suggests. “I'm bored of your nerd talk,” she huffs and everyone laughs.
"Let's play never have I ever," Sam suggests, her eye straying to Jason as she licks her lips. Oh, there is definitely something there.
"Oh no," Raf groans in my hair. "That game right there landed me in hot waters last time," he bemuses, and I remember exactly what he's talking about.
"You're not drunk now, and you're certainlynotwho you used to be. We've got this, don't worry," I wink at him.
I may not have played the game before, but I've seen it in movies and shows before. Save for Raf's last failed attempt, this seems like a fun activity.
The questions start soon enough, some asking about countries visited, or stunts performed on campus.
Since the rule is to drink only if you've done it, neither Raf nor I drink.
"Never have I ever ridden a bike," I say as my turn comes.
"You’ve never?" he murmurs the question.
I shake my head. It hadn't been something I'd been allowed to do.
"It seems I'm the only one," I chuckle.
"I can ride one, but not so well," Ava muses, swirling the liquid in her cup.
"Ok, Rafaelo next."
"Never have I ever…" he trails off pensively, "crashed a car."
I groan. The little…
Grumbling something under my breath, I take a drink.
Everyone is on me then, wanting to hear the story. A little embellished, I give it to them.
"You got caught by the cops?"
"Well, my brother helped me get out of the situation," I do my best to explain, though I never reveal one thing—whyI'd crashed in the first place.
Once the excitement from my story dies down, the game continues. In between, Max whips out a couple weed cigarettes, passing them around.
"We can leave if you want to," Raf whispers when the joint comes our way.
I shake my head.
"I like being around people my age for once," I assure him. "And I kind of want to try it?" I ask tentatively.
His brows go up, but he doesn't say no. Instead, he holds it to my lips, walking me through the steps of how to smoke it.
I inhale once. A slight cough. Then twice. Three times. And damn, but it starts getting more and more pleasant. Definitely better than the stuff Sergio had at thehacienda.
As the joint makes the rounds, the game becomes more and more sexual in nature. One after another, the lines become all about positions, acts, and kinks.
I blush, but when Raf inquires again if I want to leave, I guarantee him I'm comfortable and I'm having fun. Especially as each round ends up with a few stories to fit the subject.
The weed finally gets to me and I become more relaxed as I slump against Raf, a silly grin on my face. I also can't help myself from giggling at every little thing—no matter how funny.
TWENTY-TWO
NOELLE
