Chapter 15, Drinking deal

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"Deal," Goldy says.

And how little she knows that she's fallen right into my trap.

"Then let the games begin," I say right back with a smile that shows a bit of the wolf that's inside. I'm getting this girl in bed before the end of the night.

I grab her hand - leading her through the hallway and to the kitchen. She doesn't seem to like the hand holding, but I try to make it seem casual so she doesn't let go. Rule one of getting a girl in bed: make lots of skin contact.

"Let's start off with some shots," I suggest.

"Okay, it's your demise," she says and follows me into the kitchen.

"Demise? Who even speaks like that?" I laugh.

"It's a normal word, Owen," she says in deadpan. The sound of my name on her lips sends a smile to my face. It sounds rather good when she says it.

I grab some of the Vodka and fill six shot-glasses. Let's start off easy. I don't want Goldy puking on me before it's at least 9 PM. I pack the shots on the counter and turn back to her.

God, she's hot in that black pencil skirt. And the floral crop-top really suits her. But through the golden look, her blue eyes is a contrast. Like everything is a show and those ocean-blue eyes are my only clue as to how infinite she really is.

"Shall we?" I ask her and lift a shot to my lips.

"Get ready to lose," Goldy says and holds a shot of her own.

"To losing then," I say and clink our shots before downing it.

The liquor burns down my throat before settling down - warming my body up. When I look back up, all three of Goldy's shots are done and she's standing there like she just took a sip of milk.

"Drink up," she muses.

I let my smile go. This girl might just stand a chance of beating me! I quickly down the other two shots before grabbing her arm and taking her to the dining room. If I'm going to win without falling around, I'll have to cheat just a little.

"Let's play beer-pong," I suggest.

"But you have to drink after every drink I take?" she asks.

"Not in beer-pong. Beer-pong is a thing on its own. You only drink if you get a ping-pong in your cup," I explain.

She lets out a sound that tells me she knows I have to resort to other methods to get her drunk.

When we get to the dining room, the God-awful music is threatening to destroy my hearing. If I'm not so preoccupied with Goldy, I would have knocked the DJ out by now.

Some guys are still playing beer-pong, but when they see me, they quickly apologize and refill all the cups. They step away without me having to say a single word. The girls here, are much less inclined to step away though. They're basically drooling at me and glaring at Goldy. She doesn't mind though, so it takes all my strength to not send the girls a few glares of my own.

Just because they have dresses more suited as shirts, doesn't mean they're sluts, I try to reason, because it's what Goldy would tell me.

"I'LL GO FIRST!" Goldy says when she's on her side of the table.

Kids that are finally noticing us about to face each other off in beer pong, start forming a little crowd around us.

"OKAY!" I reply.

She takes a ping-pong ball and closes her one eye to see better. I'm about to tell her to hurry up, but then the ball shoots out of her hand and hops once before landing neatly in one of my back-cups.

My jaw drops.

"DRINK UP, PRETTY BOY!" Goldy laughs.

This one. This one is sneaky, I tell myself.

I down the beer in the cup before grabbing a ping-pong ball and chucking it at her cups. Her smile falls instantly when mine lands neatly in one of her back-cups as well.

"Fuck," she mutters. I can't hear it over the damn music blasting, but I can see her muttering it and I just know it's something she'll say.

"DRINK UP, PRETTY GIRL," I shoot back.

Goldy throws her head back and downs the cup before looking right back at me - her ocean-eyes turning wild.

We go on like this for a few more rounds. Miss. Score. Miss. Miss. Score. Miss. Score. Miss. Miss. Miss. Score. Right until it's up to the last cups. Both Goldy and I only have one cup left.

My plan to get her to drink more than me has failed horribly, but now it's far more than just about getting her drunk. With the massive crowd cheering and howling among us for Goldy to win, it's really just about my pride.

"YOUR MOVE," Goldy laughs.

I take the ping-pong ball in my hand. Already I'm struggling to focus on her remaining cup. Three shots and five beers does that to a person. I'm going to be honest. I thought innocent-looking Goldy over here would be falling around after her third drink. But alas, the girl is looking more sober than anyone in here.

I take as careful aim as one can have after five beers before chucking the ball.

It misses, Dammit.

Goldy catches the ball before it can fly past her. A smirk is forming on her lips and now I finally understand why people get annoyed whenever I'm smirking.

She takes careful aim, shutting her one eye like usual, and then lets the ball fly right into my last cup.

The crowd explodes with cheers and laughter and OH MY GOD SHE WON's and OH MY GOD HE LOST's. So, with one last attempt to save my pride, I down the cup and chuck the ping pong ball.

It lands right in her last cup.

She loses the smile just as the crowd lets lose another ear-piercing cheer.

"HERE'S TO LOSING," I laugh. Because we're both losers.

She rolls her eyes and downs her drink before we're getting out of that chaotic dining room. Goldy says she quickly has to pee and leaves in a blink. I head to the kitchen, because it's established as our general drinking place. Matt comes swaggering in and pours himself a glass of Brandy and Pepsi.

"You'll never guess who I saw," he says.

"Who?"

"Blake Bowmen," Matt whispers - like a bomb will go off. Which is completely understandable, because I might actually explode.

"WHAT?! This is the East-side! He can't do that!" I exclaim. Oh God, I'm going to find that bastard and kill him. I'm going to kill him. Tonight was my chance to get an advantage.

"Whoa! Relax, Owen! We can't have you hunting down Bowmen. Your focus is on Amber. Let me and the guys handle the West-side," Matt reasons.

He's right. I can't take my eyes off the prize.

Goldy comes bouncing into the kitchen and greets Matt before asking me if I'm done drinking yet.

"Goldy, there's no way I'm going to let you win," I laugh.

"Here's a glass of Brandy and Pepsi for you," Matt offers and hands her a cup that he just poured.

"Uhhh... Brandy? No thanks," Goldy says.

Since she's so good at this drinking game, I'm really surprised to find her saying no to a drink. Naturally, my attention is snatched at the situation.

"Why don't you want it?" I ask and pour myself some Brandy and Pepsi as well.

"I... I can't drink Brandy. Give me anything else," she says.

Oh, I think the tides are going to turn.

I down my cup of Brandy and hand her the one Matt was offering. She knows she can't refuse, because it's the rules and she seems really determined to get her phone back. I wonder what's actually on her phone that makes it so special.

"I hate you," Goldy says before taking the cup and downing it.

"I'll let you change that statement soon enough," I purr.

When Goldy looks back at me, the brandy settling, her ocean eyes have turned into a different kind of wild. A more... luring kind.

"Shit..." she breathes.

"Looks like someone has a weakness," I laugh.

Instead of sending me a scowl like I'm expecting, she grabs my arm says we need to go dance. I share a wink with Matt before I let her lead me to the dance floor.

The dance floor is without a doubt the loudest place in the house. It's a massive room and yet, people are bumping into each other all the time. Goldy leads me to the middle of the dance floor before turning back to me. The room is dark and strobe lights dance across her flawless skin.

I expect her to start grinding or twerking like all the other girls in the room, but instead she starts busting out moves that definitely doesn't belong in the twenty-first century. She swirls her hips and shuffles like she's Baby from Dirty Dancing. (My mom loves that movie so don't judge.)

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I ask over the music because though it's not bad at all, it's not something I'm too sure how to respond on.

"I'M ENJOYING THE PARTY!" she laughs and sends a few glances around her like she's looking for someone.

Finally feeling the horrible music seep into my bones, I'm getting drunk on Goldy's eyes. No amount of liquor can get me as intoxicated as I'm right now. I start moving around - matching her moves with something Patrick Swayze would do.

Goldy seems to like it so I keep it up.

Dancing with Goldy suddenly makes me feel like I'm in a movie. I twirl her around at one point and even dip her. She's surprised at the dip and I keep her in the hold.

Our eyes lock and everything around us becomes a blur (probably because all the drinks are catching up), but for now I'm going to pretend it's because her ocean eyes are searching mine. Remembering the bet Blake and I have, I lean in to go for a kiss.

At the last second, someone jumps in between us.

Ugh!

"THERE YOU ARE!" Jessica Brown says to Goldy.

"YEAH," Goldy responds.

"I GOT US SOME BRANDY," Jessica says and hands Goldy a red cup.

Unlike the previous time, Goldy downs the cup without hesitation and then grabs Jessica's cup and hands it to me. Jessica has a scowl for a second before some guy pulls her away to dance. I down the cup and dear God, I know I'm going to be screwed real soon.

Hopefully literally though.

We continue dancing until it feels like I'm starting to sweat. I grab her arm and lead her back to the kitchen. Still determined to win the challenge, I hand her two more cups of brandy before downing two myself. This brandy thing is going to work, I tell myself.

After downing her two cups, Goldy looks back up. "WHOOOHOOO!" she yells.

"That's the spirit," I laugh.

"I have to pee," she says again before leaving.

Feeling like one more drink will be the end of me, I slowly follow Goldy up the stairs. By the time she's done, I'll be waiting. On my way to the bathroom, I spot a clock and try telling the time. Uhh... Wow, it's almost ten... I think...

When Goldy emerges from the bathroom, she's surprised to see me waiting. A little off balance, I send her a smirk and step closer. She doesn't step back like usual so we're really close. Seeing her sway gets me to feel guilty for a second because I'm taking of advantage of her state.

But then I start thinking about what would happen if I lose that bet with Bowmen.

I lean in, almost actually afraid she'll reject me. And when our lips connect, I swear everything stops. The music stops playing, the hallway stops smelling like beer, the world around us stops existing and time itself stops.

She kisses me back for a second, before pulling away.

And everything returns back to normal.

"I'm not stupid..." she whispers.

Guilt wrecks me when I realize she has a boyfriend. My own parents are so loyal. Kissing Goldy makes me feel amazing, but... but she's been dating the same guy for the last five years. How can I do this to her?

I'm about to apologize, to tell her I'll leave her alone, but then a voice ruins everything.

"Well, that confirms the fake-boyfriend."

I turn and find Bowmen glaring at the end of the hallway. When I look back at Goldy, she looks like a child that's caught steeling cookies.

She... shoe doesn't have a boyfriend?

I look back at Bowmen one more time and I already know what he's thinking. What we're both thinking.

Now the hunt can officially begin.

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