And that’s how I ended up here, glassbottle pointed at me, and girls and boys eagerly awaiting for what they could gossip about the next day in the academy.
Fun.
Raquel spins the bottle again and whoever it lands on I’m supposed to make out with because high schoolers apparently have no creativity nowadays.
I was waiting for something that would pick up my heart rate even for just a little, something that would turn this boring night a bit more interesting, but nope, the dare they gave me was the most basic thing ever – kiss whoever is seated on the other side of that bottle.
I suppose to most of the girls in this circle this was an opportunity to make out with me. I could see in their eyes their impatient desire for the bottle to stop spinning and land on them. Their hunger to tas
