Chapter twenty-seven: Humiliated (Ellie's POV)

I thought I was done, but apparently not. Everyone here is so horny that they want to play again. Every single person has already played but now they want it the other way round with the girls blindfolded. 

What is wrong with people?! Is one kiss not enough?! 

Because the majority of the people wanted to play, everyone just had to agree with it. I huffed while running my hand through my hair before putting it up in a bun. 

I am literally feeling hot in this room. 

"Ellie, Ashley, Aria, Shay, and Beth. You go first," Samantha huffed. I glared at her before sighing in defeat. 

"Who's up first, ladies?" Ethan asked. 

We all looked at each other and then everyone looked at me. "Seriously, what have I done to you guys?" I huffed while walking over to Ethan, turning my back to him. 

He put the blindfold over my eyes and tied it up. "Good luck," he said while walking me to, I'm guessing, the middle of the room. I fidgeted with my hands, my foot tapping against the floor as I stood there. If I guess wrong, I will be extremely humiliated. 

I have not kissed that many guys, how am I supposed to guess out of every single guy here?! 

"God, help me," I whispered while I heard the boys talking in hushed tones before someone was pushed forward. I'm guessing they were pushed, why would someone volunteer? 

"Damn, Ellie. There's a lot of boys that wanna kiss you tonight," Ethan laughed. 

I'm confused. Did someone step forward so nobody else could? 

I could feel the person standing in front of me but they weren't doing anything. He wasn't kissing me, he was just standing there, probably staring. 

"Okay, can we like get this over with? Because I-" I stopped talking when I felt someone tilt my head up before I felt their lips on mine. 

Well, that's one way to shut me up. 

Shit, wait! I'm supposed to be guessing who this is. Instead, I'm out here just enjoying this. 

I put my hands upon his shoulder. He's tall, broad, I know that jacket. I know those lips. 

I know who this is. 

Because I now knew, I could allow myself to go back to enjoying the kiss. I felt an arm go around my waist and a hand dip into my back pocket before whistles went around the room with chuckles. He bit down on my bottom lip and my knees almost buckled out. 

I slowly pulled away, remembering that we had an audience. Clearly, this person is a confident dick because he didn't care who was watching. Footsteps retreated and I stood there seeing nothing but darkness. 

I traced my lips before taking a deep breath. I should say this carefully. What if I guess him and it's not? Who else kisses that good though? Not that I could tell you. 

"Um-" I cleared my throat, "Is that-" 

Just say it. 

"Is that Zach?" 

Silence. 

I'm going to die, I think I will go into cardiac arrest. I untied the blindfold and looked at the boys before turning to Ethan. "Am I right?" 

He seemed surprised. 

I guessed the wrong person, I'll go die in a hole now, thanks. 

"You're right." 

"Oh," I said, extremely surprised. I held the blindfold out, "Who's next?" 

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I put my phone in my back pocket while getting up from the couch and heading upstairs to use the bathroom. The game ended a while ago, everyone fell into the rhythm of dancing and chatting and I was trying to forget the kisses. 

I let my hair down as I jogged up the stairs, ruffling it out. Before I could turn the corner to the bathroom, a door opened and someone grabbed my arm, yanking me inside. "Ow!" I winced when my back collided with the door as I remained pinned down to it. 

It's so dark in here. 

They weren't doing or saying anything. 

"Am I just supposed to like- I don't know- shut up and stay still or..." I trailed off questioningly. 

"God, you can never just shut up and stay still," he huffed. 

I processed the voice and of course, I knew who it was. "Why the hell would you pull me like that? You scared the life out of me," I huffed. 

"What were you doing down there?" he asked. 

"I was sitting on the couch."

"Before that," he clicked his tongue. 

"Sitting on the couch," I repeated. 

"During the game, Ellie," he sighed. 

"I was playing the game, what are you talking about?" I asked. He gave me a pointed look. "What? Don't look at me like that, you kissed me the same," I argued, "You volunteered the second time we played and you kissed me. More than I kissed you," I arched a brow at him. 

"You kissed me first," he said. 

"You kissed me second, that doesn't matter. How the hell did you know it was me?" I asked, genuinely curious. 

He shrugged, "I just did. How did you know it was me?" he asked. 

"I don't know, you're the tallest, I guess," I mumbled. He sat at the foot of the bed, staring at me. "What?" I asked while staring back at him. I then realized he was very subtly freaking out. "Oh, you're freaking out," I pointed out while going and sitting beside him. "You are totally freaking out," I stated, "I should freak out too," I mumbled to myself. I really should. 

"Why?" he asked. 

"Um- excuse me? I kissed you and you can freak out but if you kiss me, I can't freak out? Let's compare the kisses, shall we? I kissed you normally, right?" He nodded, eyeing me suspiciously. "And how did you kiss me?" I asked. 

He opened his mouth to argue but then shut it. "Well," he shrugged. 

"Go on then, how did you kiss me?" I arched an eyebrow at him. 

"Like this," he said before pressing his lips to mine. I could feel him smirking against my lips. 

I pushed him off, shooting him daggers. "Don't do that. Mm-mm," I shook my head while standing up, "Don't play with me like that, that's not fair," I began heading to the door. 

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. "I'm not playing," he said. 

"Then what was that?" I asked. I was so confused. There's no way he likes me, so what else is he doing then? If he doesn't like me and he wasn't playing a game, then what was he doing? 

"Forget it," he sighed in defeat and let me go. 

"No, you have to tell me now," I stood still in my spot. 

"Why do you think I'm playing a game with you?" he asked. 

"Because that's how everything always is between us. I mean, it's not like you seriously like me or anything so- do you?" I was stunned when he didn't say no instantly. "Zach?" I pressed further. 

"No," he shook his head. 

"Are you lying?" I asked.

"No," he said while putting his hands in his pockets. 

"Liar," I mumbled while shaking my head. "That's fine then, I'll be out of your hair," I shrugged while turning for the door. 

"Wait, I-" I turned around to face him in anticipation. I leaned against the door with a smug smile on my face. 

He likes me. Zach likes me. Again. 

"Don't smirk at me," he took a step closer. 

"You always smirk at me," I reasoned, looking up at him, my hands behind my back. 

"Yeah, but that's what I do," he smirked. I rolled my eyes with a scoff before trying to step forward but he was too close, his body pressing into mine. "You can't leave," he mumbled. 

"And why is that?" I asked. 

"Because I said so," he dared. 

"And I have to listen to you because?" I questioned. 

"Because I'm asking nicely," he said while tilting his head to the side. 

"What do you want?" I don't want to beat around the bush. 

"Nothing," he shrugged. 

"Nothing?" I asked as he began leaning in slowly. 

"Mm-mm," he smirked before crashing his lips onto mine. I put my arms around his neck while his hands rested at my waist, his grip started as a tight clutch but he slowly began loosening it. We kissed for a while and pulled away when someone opened the door, knocking us over. 

He put his hand over my mouth as we hid behind the door, waiting for whoever it was to close the door and then leave, hoping it wasn't a couple looking for a bedroom. I looked up at him and stared just for a minute. 

He was watching through the small gap between the door and its hinges before turning to me. He raised his eyebrows at me questioningly but I just shook my head. He slowly removed his hand as the door closed. "What?" he whispered. 

I watched him cautiously. "You like me," I stated, a smile tugging at my lips. 

He rolled his eyes at me. 

"You like me," I laughed, "And you-" 

Nope. He just wanted to kiss.

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Chapter twenty-seven

Q: Are you single, take, or crushing???

A: Single as fuck

Next chapter: Keep it interesting

The bet

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