We each take turns picking cards and taking drinks, until Kayla—also known as the black-haired skankopotomous sitting between Adam and Shawn—picks an “I never” card.
“Oh, yay!” she exclaims, sitting back on her knees and tugging on her black mini-skirt. She wouldn’t have to fight with it so damn much if she had worn something sensible. To Dee’s disdain, I’m still dressed in a navy-blue T-shirt and the light gray leggings Adam drew all over this morning when we were curled up on the couch. I was sitting by the arm and he was sitting next to me. He randomly tugged my legs into his lap, bit the cap off of his blue marker, and asked if he could draw on me. In that moment, with my legs stretched over his jeans and his hands on my thighs, I wanted him to do a hell of a lot more than write on me, but I managed a silent nod of my head.
“Hm,” Kayla continues, tapping on her lips in an obvious move to draw attention to them, “I neverrr . . .”
There are so many ways she could finish that sentence. I never: read a book whole way through, passed a class with an A, closed my legs for more than five minutes, had an intelligent thought.
“I never had a threesome,” she finally finishes with a sly smile in Zoey’s direction.
I don’t buy her ‘confession’ for a second. The sultry look she gives Adam screams that she has been in a threesome and already has another tentatively penciled in for tonight. Dee discreetly elbows me, breaking me from my glowering. My eyes are positively twitching in my poor attempt to keep them from narrowing into laser-shooting slits.
“Sure you haven’t,” Leti says, and if I thought I couldn’t adore him more, I was wrong.
In a high-pitched voice that she apparently thinks is cute, Kayla adamantly insists that she really hasn’t, while Adam, Shawn, Joel, and Zoey all take drinks.
I’m not surprised Adam has to drink on this one, but I am a little jealous—which doesn’t make any damn sense at all. Why would I be jealous of Adam’s threesome? I am in no way interested in having one. But the idea of him sleeping with not one, but two girls at the same time . . . it makes me want to snatch his hand from the card pile and drag him back to his room to make him forget all about past threesomes and future threesomes and every girl who isn’t me.
Which is just insane. If Dee and Leti were really good friends, they’d have me committed.
Adam chooses his next card while I’m still having a heated internal debate with myself. “I’m the question master,” he informs us, tossing the queen of diamonds onto the messy “discarded” pile. “That means I can ask any of you a question, and if you answer it, you have to drink.” He immediately looks my way. “Need any clarification about that?” I shrug, refusing to fall into his trap, and he smiles approvingly at me before turning his attention to Kayla. “What about you? Any questions?”
His smooth voice elicits a satisfied grin from her, and she answers him without a second thought. “Nope.”
Adam snickers as most of the circle laughs at Kayla’s expense. She blushes beet red when she realizes her mistake, and then she swallows her penalty drink. When she sets her cup back down and her cheeks are still rosy, Adam rewards her with a big, genuine smile that makes me bristle.
Someone really needs to explain to him that harebrained idiocy is not freaking cute.
Neither is the way she keeps licking her lips or playing with her hair. When it’s my turn again, I’ve spent the last few minutes daydreaming about holding her down and shaving her head. I reluctantly direct my attention back to the pile and take my turn, drawing another “I never” card.
“Here it comes,” Dee says, fidgeting with anticipation. In high school, there was always one thing I could say that would ensure everyone else had to drink: “I never had sex.” But frankly, that’s the last thing I want Adam or any of the rest of these guys to know. I’d never hear the end of it—I’d be a walking, talking pariah. I can only imagine the way they’d look at me if they knew.
There are so many things I haven’t done, my options for this turn are pathetically endless. I’ve never gotten a speeding ticket, I’ve never cheated on a test, I’ve never trespassed, I’ve never skinny-dipped. Finally, I settle on, “I never had a one-night stand.” I’m not ashamed of this one, and I smirk, knowing I’ve still got everyone pegged.
Shawn nods appreciatively, and Adam raises his cup in a mock toast. Everyone—even Leti—has to take a drink.