Chapter 2 Truth or dare

I was going to start work next week.

So I'm trying my best to have my high school life within is one week. Pathetic, I know. But from next week, I'm going to be a mutant teenager. What does that even mean? I'll tell yah.

Firstly, I'm expected at the office by 6am so I can leave 8:30, when school is about to start. Im also expected to be on my phone the whole hours I'm at school, after school, I'm to walk straight to work and I'm not leaving till 7pm, which means I get to be home somewhat late and instead of being fast asleep by the time I get home, no, I'm to look at everything that needs to be sorted out for the next day since I'd be at school for those hours. Can my life get any worst? Oh, and how can I forget.

I'm also working on Saturdays, which means I'm only free on Sundays and the only day I can get a goodnight sleep would be on Saturdays. This is practically hell, but I gotta pay off my parents debts and pay the bill as well.

I would have have gotten a job as a waitress part time or even at the library but the money won't be enough. So I'm working my ass off.

I wanted to do all the normal high school shit within this week, which is why I agreed to go for a party tonight.

God knows when next I might be able to attend a freaking party, probably when I'm eighty and dying. Liz and I were laying on my messy bed and eating ice cream.

It was the last Friday evening before my life is turned to a workaholic manifested teenage episodes and exactly after 96 hours before I'll be sitting in a class room and still working on my phone, considering if education or the job is really worth it.

"How about we start getting ready? Noah soon will be here to pick us up." Liz suddenly asked, as she threw her phone away.

"I thought we're picking him up." I laughed, while still eating the ice cream.

"How are you gonna get into a dress?" my best friend yelled at me and grabbed my spoon and the container.

I knew she would never mean it in a serious way, so I laughed at her.

"I wanna get drunk you idiot, so Noah promised me to not get drunk and drive us back."

Liz said and got out of my bed. It was already dark outside and to be honest, I felt pretty cozy in my warm bed.

I sighed "I thought it's in your summer house and we're staying there until morning." I shook my head, but also slowly got up to see what to wear.

The plan was to sleep a little bit until someone of us is somewhat sober, then drive us back home.

"Well, that will happen anyways. What are the chances that Noah actually won't drink?" she said and walked into my bathroom.

I started to laugh. Noah is always the first one who's throwing up in a kitchen's sink. I started to lift up all the nice dresses that I own.

"Wear something your age, you little slut." Liz leered at me from the bathroom's door and threw a toothbrush at me.

"You are seriously so stupid." I shook my head once again because if you would see her dress, everything would get clear in a second.

She was wearing light pink and tight dress which didn't leave much for imagination. I decided for a simple black slip dress with my new converses my mom got me but I never got the chance to wear them.

"Wow damn, you look fat in this dress, Em. Since when did you become so fat?" suddenly I heard deep and a little bit raspy voice from behind me.

I would recognize that voice even when sleeping.

"Oh, no wait! You always look like that!" I could see him smirking from my doorway.

"Get the fuck out Xavier! And what are you doing here anyways?" I took a pillow from my bed and threw it at him. Obviously his reflexes were so much faster than mine, so before I could even blink, he had caught the pillow and was throwing it back.

It landed on my face and almost made me fall.

"If I'm being completely honest though, you look kind of good." he winked at me before finally leaving. Without noticing, my lips curled up for a little smile.

Xavier has been that boy whom I have loved, then hated, then loved again, then hated again. Mostly hated, though.

Our parents were friends probably since the day we were born, because we basically spent our whole childhood together. His mom wanted me to come stay with them after my parents died, but I rejected the offer, I wanted to keep the house they've built with so much love and laughter to remain that way.

I promised that and I was gonna uphold to that promise. Xavier and I bullied and abused each other all the time. Once I even got him a black eye, then he pushed me and I broke my leg. But there was time when we were also friends. Best friends.

We're still friends, but it has gotten a lot weirder since we're both grown up already. Since we spent all the time together, I've seen him running around the house without his diaper, I also remember the first time he peed his bed and came to me because we were having a sleepover that night.

He has hated peas his whole life and once in dinner he put them in his nose, just because his mom wanted for him to eat them, so we had to spend the whole afternoon in the hospital where they tried to get it out. I was also there when he got his first skateboard on his birthday.

Since that day I probably have never seem him without it. He's not that passionate about it anymore sadly. I remember when I learned how to read, so he also did only because he didn't want for me to be ahead of him. Ever.

I was there when his parents split up, later that year got divorced. He used to hang at my place after school practically every day since his parents were always yelling at each other. I was there for him when he made his decision to stay here with his mom, while his dad moved to Paris.

I also remember how we were playing some video game when he got a call from his dad. It was a dark winter night. We were both 13, Xavier almost 14. His dad told him that Noora, his new wife, is pregnant. That was the last time they ever talked. That night we also got drunk for the first time.

Next morning my mom came into my room and found us sleeping on the floor with her and dad's wine and whiskey bottles around us. 
"At least no one died, mom." I remember myself saying. I miss her so much. He was there for when when my parents died.

He stayed with me for a whole month and moved out when his mom got sick. In the past months, that bond, friendship or whatever we had, just kind of slipped away. Now we are just jerks to each other all the time and we also don't see each other that much anymore. We definitely don't hang out just as too as we used to. Noah was already beeping from outside, while Liz was trying to put on some mascara.

"You've had enough already. You look great!" I took that mascara away from her and pushed her out of my room, then downstairs.

We reached the car and Xavier was already leaning on the passenger side.

"I call shotgun" Liz yelled as she ran and pushed Xavier from the door, slammed it and sat down comfortably.

I looked at her amused and chuckled to myself.

"Why are you here anyways?" I say to Xavier.

"Isn't it obvious." He says and I shake my head.

"I want to keep an eye on you at the party, so you don't do anything stupid. obviously" he says and I roll eyes.

Once we finally arrived to the house, it was already full with cars and random people running around.

"I thought this was your party with some other freaks but I guess this might be actually fun." Xavier looked intrigued by the situation, while I just wanted to go home.

"Loosen up a bit. Let's go have some fun!" he playfully hit my arm and I just rolled my eyes at him. He then grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the car. I ended up being pressed closely to his body. We both gasped, being surprised. His arms were around my waist, his blue, almost gray eyes were intensively staring at mine and he smelled even a little bit too nice. I was actually not surprised by the fact that we were still standing like this, but about how good this felt.

I couldn't remember the last time we've touched. I mean, yes, when we were little kids, he even showed me his dick once and we used to hug all the time and cuddle while sleeping. Everyone was drinking, smoking, dancing and yelling along the music. Including myself.

I hadn't seen Xavier that much after we got inside, but I didn't really care. Shots after shots and then even more shots. Before noticing, I was already sitting on the floor with at least ten more other people around me. Liz and Xavier included.

Since when did he even get here? Everything around me was just happening way too fast.

"Let's play spin the bottle, bitches!" some blonde girl yelled and everyone except me, started to shout.

I leant little bit away from them because my head was starting to get all blurry and there was this weird feeling in my stomach like I wanted to puke. I was so wasted.

"Liz! Truth or dare?" the same blonde girl spun the bottle at Liz and asked with a playful smile.


My eyes laid on Xavier. He was casually sitting with one of his leg up, the other just laying.

There was some bottle in his hand but it looked like he's the only one who's not wasted from us. My eyes kept exploring his messy, dark, sometimes a little bit wavy hair, his calm face, his not that much muscular arms, but still enough to make me star.

They were almost all covered in tattoos. It could be just alcohol but I've looked at him this way just a few times before this. He was beautiful. Actually, he was very beautiful.

"Truth or dare, Lizzy?" Emily yelled at me, still getting my name wrong, while some guy passed me the vodka bottle. I gladly took it and drank from it, ignoring that disgusting feeling in my stomach and my head spinning around just like that stupid bottle.

"Dare!" I smirked and it felt like I could do anything now. I was ready to play. That girl looked at me with a furious smile.

"Kiss Xavier!" she quietly hissed but I could hear her clearly.

My mind needed a few seconds before I could understand her words. That's when my face dropped and I started to hear my own heartbeat pulsing in my ears.