Chapter 13: Shall We Play A Game?

Levi

Everyone was watching us.

And when I say everyone, I mean everyone. The people by the drink tables, people stalking through the window, the people chatting by the stairs, some guy hanging over the chandelier. Everyone. Even the music cut off and the room was completely silent.

It was weird.

Whatever happened to minding your business?

The person who whistled earlier comes into view and I refrain from rolling my eyes. Of course, it’s this guy.

The Brandon or whatever his name is guy from chapter four. Annoying as fuck.

Rosalie narrows her eyes at him as did I. “Problem?”

“None,” he smirked in this really annoying way cause he’s annoying like that.

His gaze then settles on me and I raise an eyebrow. He’s staring at me in this menacing way like he’s trying to assert dominance over me for some reason which makes me want to burst out laughing. Why is he even bothering us? Does he not have a girlfriend to pay attention to? He’s so annoying.

“Well, look what we have here,” he smirks, looking us up and down. He’s obviously trying to start something and it pisses me off. “You two look awfully close given Rosalie’s in a relationship don’t you think?”

What is he trying to imply?

Rosalie ignores him turning to me and I scrunch my face in confusion, responding to him. “Um...yeah?.. We have to be close cause we’re dancing. It’s not like I’m grinding on her or something.”

I can tell he’s ticked off when his gaze completely zeroes on me and he clenches his fists to try and to punch me in the face or something. Then he unclenched them and I frown when I see the grin on his face. “I’m just saying dude, I wouldn’t like it if I saw my girlfriend dancing with some random dude like that.”

A wave of ‘oohs’ swan through the crowd.

"Do you even know where your girlfriend is? Try tracking her steps and go dance with her then instead of policing people that are trying to have fun weirdo."

He looks livid.

No one said anything. I see how it is.

Evan appears out of the crowd and he and Rosalie share a look. Rosalie looks annoyed and Evan looks apologetic. “What’s going on guys? Why did the music stop?”

“Jack Frost here is trying to make moves on your girl.” I hate it here.

Evan sighs. “You probably misunderstood the situation, Brandon. They were just dancing.”

“So you’re taking his side?” he crosses his arms. What a baby.

“He’s obviously trying to diffuse the situation but I guess you can’t pick up on societal cues,” Rosalie finally gives him the time of day. I roll my bottom lip under my teeth as I try to not let out a laugh.

He clenches that stupid jaw of his like the annoying stupid person that he is. I bet he’s clenching his butt cheeks. “I just think people should keep of things that aren’t theirs,” he sneers.

No one cares what you think.

“She’s not a thing and she doesn’t belong to anyone,” I glare at him and he smirks.

“That’s not what I said.” It literally is though.

“It’s what you were implying though.”

He glances around the room, knowing everyone’s attention was all on us. If he keeps on going he’s just going to make a big deal out of nothing. I already know this is somehow going to make it to the stupid website. His gaze draws over my shoulder to where Rosalie was standing, he’s about to say something that’s probably going to be stupid that’s what he is but I cut him off. “Oh and Brandville?” yes, I pronounced his name wrong on purpose. “I’m not sure if you’re just bitter because I beat you at that basketball game weeks ago but that doesn’t mean that you should make the assumption that you know me because you don’t. You don’t know me. So let’s not pretend that you have the slightest clue about what I’m here for.”

Can a room get even more silent?

I think he’s coming up with what to reply with because it takes him a full minute. And then he scowls. “Whatever you say, bro.”

Did he not realize that I just called him a different name? He must not know how stupid he looks right now.

“Ok...um...shall we play a game?” Evan clasps his hands together nervously. Everyone nods and starts to head over to another room like nothing happened.

I turn back to Rosalie again and she seems to be amused. I internally cuss myself. I got so caught up in my anger that I completely forgot that there were other people in the room. Now I’m embarrassed.

“Hey,” I start, “I’m sorry-” I’m cut off when Ansel reaches me first. He grabs my shoulders and shakes them vigorously. “Dude what was that?! That was insane! You are insane! The tension was so thick, I could hear my butt cheeks clenching!” he ruffled my hair. “I’ve never been so proud of you man.”

“...yes…”

Then he notices Rosalie’s existence and his eyes widen a little. Then he starters between me and Rosalie more than once like he’s coming to this wonderful realization. “Oh. Oh. Uh-huh. ok.”

Rosalie passes me a glance. She’s about to speak when Dylan Kostas appears out of literally nowhere, slinging an arm around her for which she glares at him for. Why does everyone keep on interrupting everyone today? “You still here Sall? Everyone’s playing spin the bottle in the next room. Well, most people are.”

He notices Ansel and I and his eyes widen. “Levi! Hey! I saw you like two hours ago. It is Levi right?”

“Yes.”

“And I’m Ansel,” He shakes Dylan’s hand. He looks him up and down, failing to hide a smirk. “Yeah, I know who you are. Everyone does. You’re obsessed with Laron. Why have him when you can have me? A question we should all ponder over.”

“I thought you weren’t into romantic relationships with guys,” Ansel raised an eyebrow.

“Who said anything about romantic?” so he just dates girls but has sex with girls and guys.

The three of us shrugged. Dylan grinned. “So are you guys up for it?”

“Yes!” Ansel grins back.

“Sure, why not.” It’s not like I have anything better to do.

We all glanced at Rosalie. “Yeah, whatever.”

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I look around the circle. It’s huge. Like thirty plus people are gathered around a small bottle of whiskey at the centre. Music is still blaring in every room possible but at least there’s no disco ball in here. I think I’m sobering up a little now.

I overhear my name come out of someone’s mouth and look in that direction. I make eye contact with a brunette who winks at me when she notices me and whispers something in the ear of her friends sitting next to her who smirks at me, biting her lip. I awkwardly look away blushing.

Ansel and I settle on the soft fluffy carpet with our legs stretched out in front of us before an alt girl comes over and hands us red cups. I hesitate with the cup in my hand before giving myself a mental pep talk before I throw my head back. My eyes crinkle and I grimace with a repulse expression. Whatever this is, it’s hella strong. I sneak a glance at Rosalie who’s sitting right across from me and there’s a slight hint of a smile on her face. I rub my eyes and actually get shocked when I see that parts of my hand are blue. Then I remember that I was actually wearing eyeshadow or glitter or something.

The alt girl who gave us the cups earlier stands in the centre and says “If you don’t kiss the person whose bottle spins towards you, you either take off a piece of clothing as a penalty, play truth or dare or neither but then you’d be terminated.” Everyone cheers and the girl rolls her eyes before sitting down.

The game starts. The first couple of tries are of people I either don’t know or care about. Brandon gets it like five times, the first times a guy, he’s up for it, says something about her always wanting to kiss a guy for the experience. Brandon denies it extremely quickly, making a disgusted face, kinda questionable. The guy frowns while his friend pats him on the back. I feel bad for the other guy. He probably just wanted to have fun. The rest of the other times are all girls. He makes out with all of them. I’ve never seen so much saliva been swapped up close. And I hope I never see it again.

I wonder if he would've minded if his girlfriend did the same thing. hm.

Brandon detaches himself from the last girl, a smirk on his face because of course there is. He gives his friends the classic douchebag look and they all whoop and cheer or whatever. His face is just so damn punchable. He decides to resign from the game saying he’s having all the fun. And because Alexis (his girlfriend) was glaring at him the entire time.

So damn punchable.

There’s a few more rounds with weird duos: Ansel and Dylan; Dylan goes in for it, Dylan and Finn; Dylan was up for it, Finn was most definitely not, Rosalie and Alexis; they both took off pieces of jewellery, Rosalie and Evan; … . Basically every member of the Royales span the bottle and it landed at Dylan at some point. Five out of ten of them took something off their bodies and the rest just said screw it and made out with him.

After a couple more rounds the bottle landed on Ansel one last time. And at the end of the bottle was...Evan. They awkwardly glanced at each other. I expect Evan to take off his pants or something but he just shrugs and before I realize what’s happening, my eyes go wide as I look at Rosalie who’s expression matched mine. They both rise to their feet and move to the centre. People are either cheering, gasping in shock or just have their eyes and mouths wide open in silence. Me being the latter.

And then they’re making out.

Like full-on making out. I swear I saw some tongue in there somewhere.

I look over at Rosalie once more and she’s just staring in shock. Then the shock turns to amusement.

Ansel returns back to sit next to me and we both burst out laughing.

There’s a couple more rounds before the bottle lands on me. I’m kind of taken aback since this is the first time it’s landed on me. But what most surprises me is who the other end of the bottle lands on.

And Rosalie looks just as surprised as I was.

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