Bite Me

"There is only one rule—no bullshit. Every kiss has to be at least thirty seconds, and it's gotta be a real kiss, no matter the gender. If the bottle lands on you, you take a shot and pucker up."

The longer Blake explained, the more dread I felt settling over me. So many things could go wrong, and they probably would.

The first person to spin was Blake, and the bottle landed on some girl dressed as Cleopatra. They made out, and when the thirty seconds was up, they had to be pulled apart because they clearly weren't going to do it on their own.

The next person to spin was Mason, and I found myself feeling nervous and apprehensive. I couldn't tell whether I wanted the bottle land on me or not as I watched it spin. It began to slow to a stop, right in front of me. My eyes went wide, and so did Mason's. Then his expression turned disappointed as the bottle continued spinning.

It turned just enough to point at the girl to my right, who was painted blue from head to toe to look like the girl from avatar. She smiled flirtatiously at him and took a shot before practically crawling over to where Mason sat on the other side of the circle. She wasted no time in practically pouncing on him, and I had to look away as a feeling like hot coal burned in my stomach. Jealously.

As much as I hated to watch, my curiosity got the best of me. What I saw made me feel a little better—Mason looked beyond uncomfortable, and was obviously trying his hardest to keep the kiss from becoming intimate. He wasn't even touching her, but she insisted shoving her tongue down his throat. I fought the urge to grab her by her dry ass hair and give her a piece of my mind.

The thirty seconds couldn't end soon enough. When Mason pulled away, he looked at me before anyone, and I was taken aback to see that there was an apology in his eyes. He should have been giving that look to Cella.

I was glad he wasn't, though. Could I be a worse friend?

Nothing too eventful happened for the next few minutes. Marcella had to make out with some girl, but I doubt she even noticed—she was wasted. I was surprised she hadn't puked or passed out yet. It wasn't until Maria spun, and the bottle landed on me, that things got weird.

      I had barely put my shot glass down, cringing at the strong taste, when Maria's lips were on mine. I let out a muffled sound of surprise and fell back, which she took as an excuse to crawl on top of me.

      I heard wolf whistles when she bit my lip, asking for entrance. I kept my mouth shut, but one of the guys booed and said some shit about the rules. Reluctantly, I opened my mouth for her and tried not to gag when I felt her tongue snake its way in. It wasn't that she was a bad kisser, because she wasn't, but she tasted of alcohol and was getting way to frisky with her hands. When I heard Blake's voice calling that time was up, I tried to pulled away, but the only thing behind my head was the floor. Maria kept it up as if she hadn't heard, and I had to push her to get her off of me.

     I knew I shouldn't be mad at her, because she was drunk and this was spin the bottle, after all. Plus, we were supposed to be somewhat romantically involved. Still, I couldn't help but feel especially annoyed with her, probably because she wasn't Mason.

     Mason. I looked over at him and had to bite my lip to suppress the noise of surprise clawing at my throat. He looked angrier than I'd ever seen him—the rage on his features easily beat any I'd caused before, even during our worst disagreements. His eyes were no longer the blue ones I was used to. They were the same golden color they'd been when we'd argued at the football game. His shoulders and jaw were tense, his hands were in fists, and his lips were pulled back in a snarl. He looked...wolffish.