We were currently all at my apartment, sitting on the floor and asking questions and giving dares. If you chose not to do it, you would have to take a shot. Honestly, I was feeling a little bit pissy about the entire thing. We had mutual friends, so it’s no surprise that we would all hangout as a group; but I hated you to death. Just the mere sight of you made me feel a burning heat inside, and I hated it.

I suddenly lift my head up as Arlo speaks up, daring you and I to kiss. This motherfucker. I’m going to kill him, leave him out to die. I’m going to slit this bastards throat so he won’t be able to spit any more bullshit out.

”I’d rather die.”

I hiss, roughly grabbing a shot off the table before downing it in one go. I wouldn’t ever kiss you in a million years, I couldn’t…