Chapter 13

Background color
Font
Font size
Line height

The second time I had to drink wasn't as bad. The tequila still burned my throat and still made me wince though I was expecting it. The five minutes that had to pass were a little awkward as I listened to everyone else talk to each other and have fun. Perrie kept trying to involve me with her and Mitch's conversation, but I didn't know what to say.

It didn't help that Mitch kept looking at me like he wanted to stab me. Which was fair since it might be a little obvious that I liked Perrie. Maybe even liked her a little more than I was even admitting to myself. That wasn't here or there though.

And maybe I wasn't helping the situation either as I glared back. I tried to avoid his eyes, to avoid him in general but it was so freaking hard when every time I looked at Perrie, he was right there, hovering over her shoulder like some demon.

Kaylee thought I was creepy, she obviously hadn't ever seen this part of Mitch. Though I got the feeling that she didn't like Mitch all that much either. She was very protective over Perrie, which was good considering all that has been happening, but she wasn't with Perrie 24/7. She also probably wasn't strong enough to stop the killer from doing what they did best—killing.

"Ian? Did you hear me?"

I blinked, looking over at Perrie. She was staring at me, her head cocked. Mitch was looking as well and I looked at him again even though that was what I was trying not to do. I ground my teeth, my hand tightening on the glass.

"Sorry," I said, giving a small smile so I didn't look like I was angry at her. I hoped I didn't look like I needed to take a shit. "I zoned out."

She laughed like it was actually funny. "I do that all the time."

Mitch leaned forward. His chin rest on Perrie's shoulder. My eyes fell to the spot where they touched. Her sleeve had fallen slightly, showing off more of her collar. His chin was right there, touching her bare skin. I bit the inside of my cheek, holding my breath. I wanted to push him away. I also wanted to cover her up so no one could see what I saw.

And the look on his face made it seem like he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Teasing. Even if it wasn't on purpose, he was reveling in it.

I couldn't decide if it pissed me off more than he was dangling her in front of me like a piece of delicious fruit or that I couldn't do the same to him.

"She wants to play never have I ever while we wait for the couple to finish." A small smirk. So tiny that I could have brushed it off as being a figment of my imagination.

It wasn't though. He was a stark contrast to the person that had been so kind to me that one day.

"Uh..." I knew of the game and I knew how to play, but I'd never actually played it before. "Aren't the questions kinda risqué?"

Perrie nudged me. "That's the point, silly."

A time went off.

"Oh. We'll play after this round."

The couple that had been in the closet came out. The guy's hair was ruffled and the girl was adjusting her skirt, but otherwise, it didn't look like they'd gotten too far. I mentally crossed my fingers that I didn't get picked by the bottle. Though, I had a feeling that the universe just might play a joke on me just because it already didn't like me.

Kiley stood up once more in the center of the circle. "I hope you're ready!"

She spun the bottle. I glared at it, willing it to not pick me. It landed on a guy with a slight mohawk. He grinned, laughing wide enough that I could see glimpse of his pierced tongue.

Kiley spun the bottle once more. "Okay. Whose the lucky person going in the closet with Shane?"

As the bottle slowed, a few girls looked relieved that it didn't fall on them. I was starting to think that I was in the clear when it came around to our side of the circle. I held my breath. It edged past Mitch and then...

It stopped on Perrie.

Perrie's brows shot up.

Kiley awkwardly walked over to us. "Uh—we could skip if you—"

The Shane guy jumped up. "That's not fair!"

The surprise slowly faded off Perrie's face. She smile a little. "It's fine. Rules are rules."

She carefully got up. She grabbed Mitch's shoulder for strength, but he was looking down at his empty glass.

I didn't realize until then that my mouth was hanging open. I floundered for a bit as I watched Perrie cross the room to where Shane was waiting for her to go into the closet with him. A few other people looked uncomfortable and I sorta knew why. Perrie had a boyfriend and current boyfriend didn't look like he cared that Perrie was about to go makeout with some random dude.

I glared at Mitch. "What the hell?"

I tried to keep my voice as low as possible, but I couldn't help it if it wasn't quiet enough. I was more than angry that he was letting this happen. I had no say in the matter. I wasn't dating her. I wasn't her friend. There was absolutely no way that I could put a stop to this.

Mitch shrugged. "I already said I'm not her keeper."

His cool eyes flickered to me. They were looking over me like he was searching for something. I stared at him, watching as his eyes drifted over me slowly. My skin itched wherever he looked even under my clothes where he couldn't see. When he was done sizing me up, his eyes flickered back to mine.

He wasn't smiling anymore. There was a type of darkness hiding in there. I could see just a sliver of the true him. It made my skin crawl. Maybe when I'd first met him I had been wrong. Mitch wasn't a good guy. He was the bad guy. He was the one that hurt people just to come running to save them in the end. I wouldn't be surprised if he had something to do with my own attack before he came swooping in for the rescue.

I shook the thought. There was no way that that had happened or was even remotely true. I was just coming up with ways to justify my hate now.

"You aren't bothered at all?" I looked back at the closet just in time to see Perrie disappear in with Shane.

My stomach twisted. It was ridiculous that I was getting upset enough for me and Mitch. He should at least be a little jealous about Perrie potentially getting it on with another guy. What was up with Mitch? Did he not care about Perrie at all?

Mitch was looking at me with that same heated gaze. I shoved my glass at him.

"Stop looking at me like that," I said. "Pour me a glass."

He didn't say anything as he filled the shot glass. I downed it and slammed the glass on the ground in front of him.

"I need another."

He refilled the glass again. Before I could throw it back though, he covered my hand with his.

"How good are you with alcohol?" I could hear an inflection in his voice. He almost sounded like he was worried, but I must be hearing things. By the way he's been looking at me this whole time it was obvious that he didn't like me.

"I don't know. I guess we'll find out." I shrugged his hand off and drank.

Our eyes locked again and this time I didn't care. Let him look at me. Let him watch like he's the creep. He wasn't going to scare me.

"Should we start the game?"

Kiley had started the timer for Perrie and Shane. We had four minutes until they were done.

I nervously wrung my hands. I sat the glass on the ground and out of my way. The room was started to swirl and my chest was burning. I wasn't sure what that meant, but the alcohol was surely starting to work. The feeling wasn't uncomfortable though it wasn't exactly nice either. It was more of just there. Something I had to deal with.

"Sure."

Mitch quickly took his two drinks one after another. He swallowed them down like they were filled with water instead of tequila. I watched as his Adams apple bobbed, slightly mesmerized by the sight. When he was done, he wiped his lips with his thumb.

His dark hazy eyes turned toward me. His dark hair fell over one eye.

"Never have I ever been caught stealing."

I snorted. "Okay. Weird one to start off with but whatever."

Mitch filled our glasses once more. He was getting really good at doing it one handed. "Are you drinking?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

He smiled and nodded. "Your turn."

I pursed my lips. "Am I supposed to get you to drink?"

"I think so. Perrie knows how to play better than I do."

For a moment, I racked my head, thinking about what Mitch might have done that I hadn't. I licked my lips as I thought about something.

"Never have I ever saved someone."

Mitch touched his glass. He hesitated. His brows furrowed as he looked at me. "I don't know if this counts."

"I say it does. I'm the one you saved after all."

He still wasn't taking it. His finger ran over the ring. I was slightly hypnotized by the movement, but I forced my eyes away.

Then, he picked it up and drank. He spoke as he poured. "Never have I ever followed someone."

I grabbed the glass before I thought. I froze, but the glass was already in my hand.

He knew. He fucking knew that I'd been watching Perrie.

My gut twisted so hard that it was a miracle that I didn't puke right then. My vision swirled.

"Go ahead," he said. His voice was dripping in smugness.

His hand touched mine. He helped lift the glass to my mouth.

The smell was awful. It stung my nose, frying whatever braincells I still had after being gutted by Mitch's words. The touch of his fingers to mine was strange. They were cold as ice, yet, they were burning into my skin. This strangeness carried down through my body until I felt like I was going to fly away like a balloon.

The rim of the glass touched my lips. The liquid poured into my throat. It didn't burn this time. I was numb to the pain, my entire focus on Mitch's touch and how badly it both chilled me to the bone and burned me alive.

My voice cracked as I spoke. "Never have I ever bitten someone."

Neither of us moved.

My face flushed as I realized how stupid that was. "Never—"

Mitch filled and drank.

I gaped at him.

The atmosphere suddenly changed. He furrowed his brows as he looked at the empty glass. He was lost for a moment. I thought about the woman who died in the street and then I thought about how Mitch had saved me. He wasn't the same person. And what I thought about Mitch before, about him being the type to hurt someone to only save them, had been out of jealousy.

Besides, the attacker had ran away in the opposite direction that Mitch had come. There was no way that it could have been Mitch in the first place.

I was sorry that I had ever thought it was him. Though, it didn't give a reason why he looked so sad now after my Never Have I Ever.


You are reading the story above: TeenFic.Net