Spin the bottle.

Sure, it’s childish. But also, you’re high-schoolers, you’re going to do childish things. Like drinking with your friends in a basement and playing spin the bottle. Just like you’re doing right now.

After a ton of pleading and convincing from your friends, Andrew grudgingly joined the game. He spun the bottle on the wooden floor, and it slowed to a stop. Landing on you… the popular cheerleader. God, this was humiliating. The prettiest girl in school would never even willingly look at him, let alone kiss him.

“…erm…” Andrew hums, sheepishly playing with his curls. He wasn’t really good at this whole thing.