They forced us to have more drinks before we do 7 minutes in heaven, especially since Derek wasn't drunk before.

I'm still high, but I'm also very drunk. I barely walked to the bathroom, quite nervous and he seems... happy?

We are probably going to fight, though.

They also turned off the light and we can barely see anything, just a tiny bit of light coming through the window and shining on our bodies.

"Why are you always on the defensive?" Derek asks me genuinely, as we lock eyes with each other, even though the dim lights aren't helping.

His blue eyes look so dark, but still breathtakingly stunning.

"I'm not. You are just annoying," I say and look away. He makes me feel uncomfortably good.

Wait, what did I just say? What does it even mean?

I hate how I act around him, even when I spit the harshest words I still feel like he is completely in charge, because I know I don't mean the words I say, and he does too.

Which makes me feel pathetic, I need to up my game.

You know what? Fuck it. He wants to play this game, then we will play this game.

He has been following me around like a puppy, pretending he is a good guy, and listens to me, understands me as a friend. When I know damn well he just wants to get in my pants. Don't they all?

Isn't that what I'm good for?

I close the gap between us, I look him up straight in the eyes and I cannot decipher the look on his face, he raises his eyebrows and I mirror his body language before I even realize it.

"What happened? Why are you so silent?" I mock him and bring myself even closer to him. So close we are a few inches away but the height difference makes it hard, although it's not the only thing hard here.

My perverted thought makes me smile.

I put my hand on his chest and it seems like he stops breathing. He didn't expect this at all.

"What are you doing?" he whispers in a husky voice as if he doesn't want to be heard.

"I am doing exactly what you want me to do," I tease him, moving my hand lower almost to his fit abdomen.

I can feel his abs through the thin top and I can't lie, it feels insanely good.

He grabs my wrist and lowers himself a bit to be on the same height level, looking at me straight in the eyes. I did not expect it and I try to pull my wrist away from him.

"What exactly do you think I want to do with you?" His hot breath hits my lips and I stop breathing when he whispers, "Or to you?"

I gulp down hard. He smirks when he realizes how much effect he has on me.

I didn't expect this at all, maybe the drinks are kicking in for him too, but he's always been a blunt person, just not this way... with me.

I try to hold myself together, he notices the change in my face and he laughs which makes me blush even more. I can't help but think about how it would be like if he kissed me. If he touched me.

Regarding 'I'd never do anything with him,' yeah, that doesn't apply anymore at this moment.

I hate him.

"What happened, Ronnie?" he mocks me in a teasing voice. He knows only close friends call me that.

He damn well understands what he just did to me, and it gives him so much confidence.

"You know, I've been holding back. Trying to be there for you, because I noticed you were going through hard stuff. I could tell you were changed the moment I saw you after that summer," he explains and I listen to him not understanding where he wants to go with this.

"You are doing exactly what I did a few years ago. I just wanted to help you." He comes even closer to my face, to the point my heart skips a beat.

"I won't lie, I find you extremely attractive," he whispers and my eyes widen, I could slightly feel turned on by his voice. Fuck. No.

Did he say what I just heard? Who is this Derek?!

"But I'd never do anything with a sixteen years old girl," he adds and looks away, completely ruining the mood. But I get it, although I wouldn't care anyway.

It's better he has some morals because I don't.

I had sex with a twenty-five years old man in a hotel room. He didn't know my age though, but he thought I was legal.

I'm so nervous right now. I cannot find anything to say, how to save myself from this situation.

He takes my hand in his and my knees feel so weak I could almost faint.

"For real, Veronica. If you need my help I'm here for you. It's going to be okay." His words warm my heart, something I haven't felt in months. I can tell he wants to go in for a hug but he doesn't and I'm glad because I cannot be here with him any longer.

My name on his mouth seems poetic, it's a sound I could never get tired of.

He switches back to being sweet just like that... while I'm here all flustered and nervous.

Do I regret coming here? Oh, goddamn, yes.

Someone knocks on the door, time's up. I'm so relieved.

"I'm disappointed, you both are still dressed," Dominic says and makes a sad face.

"It was so silent in here. Disappointing." The blonde girl from earlier hisses at us.

Ugh, they were spying on us, now I'm glad we didn't talk loudly.

"Do you guys need more time?" Shanice asks and she looks at me.

"NO!" I blurt out so quickly everyone gives me a weird look. I bet my face is still red.

Derek laughs. Ugh. I hate him. I'm going to stay away from him. Fucking jerk.

We go back to the game, I just hope they don't make me play again, with him.

A few other turns pass.

"I think we should spice it up." A random girl says with a grin on her face.

"Like what?" Shanice asks.

"I dare Dominic to make out with Veronica," the girl suggests and laughs.

Did these people agree to torture me?! Why me?

"I've already done one turn." I stare her dead in the eyes.

"Yes, but this dare is for Dominic so it doesn't matter," the girl says and I get even more bothered.

She knows damn well what she is doing.

"Use a lot of tongue, take off your clothes. Make it hella passionate." Shanice teases us, sticking her tongue out but everyone laughs, except Derek and me.

I look over to Derek, for whatever reason he is staring down at Shanice, visibly disturbed and she just winks at him. Ugh. I knew it.

I roll my eyes. I only kissed Louis, James, and that guy from the bar. Wait, does my rapist count? Although I didn't reciprocate...

"Hello? Come back." Dominic brings me back from my thoughts.

He stands up, he is pretty cute but not my type-

My thoughts get interrupted by how suddenly he kisses me, we start making out with a lot of tongue. It almost looks like the beginning of an adult movie.

It's all going so quick I can barely have any time to react, he uses too much tongue for my liking.

He lowers my dress strap, almost revealing my bra. It's so awkward to do this in front of everyone. At what point are we going to stop?

He kisses on my neck and I fake moan might as well play this game correctly.

I push him back to the couch, ripping his shirt off while he is touching me all over, although I imagine it's Derek instead of Dominic.

What.

"Enough. They've kissed enough." Derek raises his voice and I flinch. Everyone looks at him with a suspicious look on their face. We stand up and Dominic smirks.

Hmm, now he understands how I felt. Teasing him with his best friend. This gives me an idea.

"Why? You know I'm a 16 years old little girl and my hormones are pretty high," I mock him for what he said earlier.

Everyone looks surprised, they realize this was a private conversation.

Derek stares me down and if we were alone I'm pretty sure he would pin me up against a wall, although I wouldn't complain.

Dominic just laughs his heart out but stops when Derek gives him the side look.

Oops.

I go back to my seat and the mood seems ruined, once again.

"Let's just not play ever again," Shanice says and everyone laughs except Derek and me.

"No. This was fun. Y'all should come again next time," that girl says to me and Derek.

We both shrug. Yeah, I'm never doing this again, although annoying Derek was fun.

I stand up to go to the kitchen but I feel Derek's gaze on me as I walk away.

I want to grab a snack. I don't even know what to eat, I'm pretty hungry considering I didn't eat before coming here.

"You fucking slut." I hear Nicole yelling and crying behind me and I wince.

What the fuck?

I turn around and she is looking at me, her eyes are red, she has no makeup on, which is unusual. She looks extremely angry and devastated.

"James told me what you did behind my back," she spits.

I cannot find anything to say, what the fuck did he tell her? That he tried to take advantage of me?

"What did he tell you?" I ask calmly.

"You know, whore," she repeats that word, and it triggers back memories of my rapist saying it.

My heart starts beating fast, I cannot control myself.

I can't breathe. It brings me right back to that moment, I remember his voice, his words, his hands burning against my skin.

I am unable to see anything, everything is blurry and I try to sit on the kitchen chair but I don't get there in time so I just slowly drop to the floor. I hear Nicole mumbling something I cannot comprehend.

I start crying and I cover my face with my hands.

"Please stop," I scream, gasping for air. It's like I'm there again.

I feel everyone gathering around me. I feel watched. It's like they are watching me getting abused and not helping.

I cannot distinguish between reality and memories. My head gets so heavy and my vision slowly fades into black.

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