Author's note
Ahhh, so before you're like "this author updates every day! She has no life!" I'd like y'all to know that I'm on summer vacation, so let me be😝
Any ideas on who should be the cast?? Any hot celebrities out there???😭

Enjoy!

I tugged on the hem of my dress as I shook my head at Dee.

"I don't know, I look extremely slutty. Plus, I wasn't even invited."

Dee snorted as she parked in front of a house. "You look fine."

My stomach churned with nerves as I watched teens scattered around the lawn of Richard's house- which was huge! Richard Venice had always been the one to host parties every time his parents were away. Dee always attended them but I never bothered.

Dee's eyes softened and she turned her body towards me. "Look, babe, Troy always came with me to these and I just want to show him that I can still be a baddie without him, I didn't want to look like a total loner though. Who else was I going to bring besides the most beautiful and understanding girl I know."

"Don't over sell it." I narrowed my eyes at her. She was trying to use her recent break up to get me to pity her. I wasn't buying it.

"M, we're already here! And Mason will be here so you get to plot your revenge on him!"

I sighed, rubbing my temples in distress. Revenge? On Mason? It had been a stupid idea, how could I get revenge on him?

"Fine," I murmured, "but we're only staying for an hour and a half."

"That's my bitch," Dee squealed in delight as she opened her car door, "let's go."

I struggled to walk towards Richard's door in the fucking stripper heels Dee owned, but managed to make it without any broken ankles.

"The music is too loud!" I exclaimed as my ears were literally murdered by a song I couldn't quite remember the name off.

Dee was too busy searching around the place to notice my annoying ass.

"That fucker," she exclaimed as her face suddenly contorted into a snarl, "he's already with another girl."

Before I could say anything, she pulled in a random guy and started making out with him. I think his name was John or something, I was really bad with names.

"Um, I guess I'll go for some drinks," I trailed off awkwardly and started backing away slowly. Dee just gave me a thumbs up, but didn't let go of the guy.

I caught glance of Mason with Lacey Earl- a nice preppy cheerleader with long red hair.

I know what everyone is thinking: Morgan you stupid piece of shit, don't go near Mason, don't do it, you slut. It'll only get you in trouble.

But who else could I talk to? The only people I was friends with was Dee and her ex boyfriend, other than that, I was friendless. And I wasn't too keen to watch Dee makeout with what's his face.

"Hey!" I greeted and sat down next to Mason on the sofa.

Before I had gotten here, Mason looked straight up bored, but now he looked extremely annoyed.

"Of course you'd be here," he murmured as he took another swig of his drink.

Lacey smiled brightly and jumped up in her seat. "Morgan, right?"

I nodded and returned her smile, "yeah!"

Mason let out a loud groan and looked up at the sky with pleading eyes. "Please, please, can't you just get her laid so she can leave me the fuck alone."

"Circle up everyone! It's time for seven minutes in heaven!" Richard exclaimed as he shook a beer bottle in his hand.

Mason stood up and followed the crowd while Lacey raised an eyebrow at me expectantly.

"I think I'm fine here," I reassured with an awkward smile.

"Don't be ridiculous, it'll be fun!" She exclaimed then dragged me towards the circle.

I desperately looked around for Dee, but failed to find her. "Fuck," I muttered under my breath.

Richard set the bottle in the middle and looked at us. There was a total of about 12 people sitting in the circle.

That was a pretty big number, what were the odds that I was going to get chosen?

There was a loud cheer as soon as the first couple walked towards the closet.

"So what? Do we just sit here for the next seven minutes?"

Lacey pursed her lips and shrugged. "I've actually never played this game, I'm just trying to get with Mason, but he doesn't really seem into me."

I winced. Ah, I was bad dealing with emotional teenage girls.

"Maybe he's just having a bad day," I said, hoping she'd just nod and keep her problems to herself.

Lacey shook her head. "I don't think it's that. I mean, I heard from a few girls that I shouldn't get my hopes up because all he mainly wants is sex, but he looked like he was enjoying talking to me then he got serious. What do you thing?"

Quick, think of something girly to say.

I stared at her brown eyes in sorrow and bit my lips nervously. "I think. . . ahhh, I think you should just give it a shot to see if it works out."

"But what if I get my heart broken."

"Ah," I hummed awkwardly as I watched the couple exit the closet.

"Your turn," Richard said as he gave me a smirk and I silently thanked him for saving me from the most awkward conversation of my life.

I hesitantly twised the bottle and I painfully watched it land on. . .

Whatever your guess was, there's no fucking way you're right.

Richard looked at me in pure delight as he laughed out. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

I stared at the bottle, wide eyed with my jaw to my feet. "M-Morgan," I stammered.

"Morgan and Lacey!" He exclaimed, earning a fit of howls from a few guys.

Lacey stood up and shook her head. "No, I'm not playing."

Richard pouted and shook his head. "Sorry, babe, once you get in the game, you can't back out."

"Don't be a fucking dick, Venice," Mason called out from where he was sitting.

"Why don't you replace Lacey then, Hunter," Richard shot back.

Everyone went silent as they watched Mason click his tongue.

The reason Mason was a complete loner wasn't because no one liked him, it was because people feared him. Many guys idolized him for his success with the ladies, but didn't dare talk to him.

Which is why everyone expected Mason to beat the living shit out of Richard when he shot back.

Mason smiled sarcastically and set his beer bottle down. "Fuckface, you coming?"

I looked at Richard pleadingly. "The only people I'd make out with is literally anyone else. . ." I trailed off but only received an apologetic smile from Richard.

"Fuck," I swore as I shut the closet door. I couldn't really see anything, which calmed my nerves a bit.

"I've never really. . .ah—" I yelped as I felt his hand brush my thigh accidentally.

"Don't worry, fuckface, I wasn't really planing on touching you," he assured.

My heart sped up as I felt his breath fan my face, a sign that he was a little too close.

"M-Mason," I stammered in a squeaky voice.

"What?"

"Can you back up a bit?"

"Or what?" He challenged as he moved impossibly closer. His body was flushed to mine, if he moved even an inch closer, our lips would be touching.

I put my hands on him, in an attempt to push him back but stopped when I felt him freeze.

"Mason?"

"Yeah?"

"Why is your phone in your tummy?"

"That's not my phone."

I was paralyzed, and neither of us made a move to back off of each other.

There was no fucking way this was happening to me.

"Please tell me you have a rock in your p-pocket," I stammered, "and if it's not, then please lie to me."

"Your hand is on my dick," he explained abruptly, with a monotone voice, almost as if he wasn't faced bu the situation.

I screamed and pushed him back, wiping my hand on my dress.

"What the fuck! Why would would you get so close to me!" I exclaimed in horror.

I could basically see Mason glaring. "I was messing with you! You're the one who decided to go around and grab dicks!"

"Why was it- oh God, why was it so hard?" I stammered.

"I hate to break it to you, Morgan, but when girls go around touching my dick I—"

"Time's up!"

Richard raised his eyebrows at us suggestively. "Wow, both of you look hella flushed, what were you guys doing?"

"I'd rather not talk about it."

Author's Note:

Oh GOD THAT'S SO EMBARRASSINGGGG AHHHHH!

What will hapoen next? Will I update tomorrow? Find all of this out and more on yhe next chapter of "This author doesn't have a life."

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