Page 3 of Never Have I Ever
“Of course I have.”
She smirks. “I mean, other than the wine they serve at communion.”
I shake my head which makes her laugh. “Then take it easy. You’re probably a lightweight, just like Gabi over here.”
Gabi groans, pulling away from me. “That’s it. I’m not taking any more of your shit,” she says, walking away from us. The kitchen door opens as she walks away. “I’m leaving,” she yells at us, looking over her shoulder.
“Goodbye,” Madi replies. Leila and I smirk, trying not to laugh.
“Forever!” Gabi yells back, and then she’s gone, muddled into the crowd of drunk college students.
I can’t help but laugh at Gabi’s dramatic exit. Madi shakes her head with a smirk on her face. She’s always been like this. Since the day I met her, she’s been a drama queen, which is funny considering Madi is the actress in the group.
“Should we go check on her?” Leila asks.
Madi sighs and downs her drink. “I’ll go. If she ends up drunk and passed out somewhere, I’m going to have to drag her home.”
She exits, and Leila links her arms with me. “C’mon,” she says, opening the kitchen door and following Madi out. Noise fills the room as soon as we step out of the kitchen. My eyes scan the room, taking it all in. The music, the dancing.
“Hey.” My head snaps to my side, and I see a guy smiling down at me. His teeth are bright as he grins, his blue eyes shine down at me.
“Hi.” I smile back at him. He grins again, taking a sip of his drink. I turn my head, seeing Leila not so subtly wink at me and taking a step back, leaving me alone with this guy.
I look back at him, meeting his blue eyes as he does a once over, licking his lips. What do I say? If Leila were here, she’d touch his arm and flirt with him, maybe compliment him.
“I like your hair,” I say, attempting to form a conversation with him. I don’t know how to do this. This is all new to me. Should I flip my hair, flutter my eyelashes?
He chuckles. “Thanks,” he says, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair. He lifts a brow and asks, “You new? I haven’t seen you around.”
“Oh, um. Yeah.” I nod, trying not to fiddle with the hem of my dress. “I’m a freshman. I don’t really go to these.” I gesture around the room. “This is my first time here,” I tell him.
“Cool.” He grins, his tongue dipping out to lick his bottom lip. “I’m Ben, by the way.”
“Rosalie,” I reply.
“Rosalie,” he mutters to himself, flashing me a smirk. “You want a drink?”
I lift my half-full cup at him. “Already have one.”
“Right,” he says. “Well, some of my friends and I are going to play beer pong. You want in?”
I look around the room and see Leila talking to a guy, laughing in the corner with him. “Uh… I’m here with my friends,” I tell him. “Maybe another time?” I say, trying to placate him. He seems nice, but what do I know? I barely know the guy.
“No worries,” he says. “Nice to meet you.” He flashes me another smile while walking away.
I sigh, taking a sip of the cheap, bitter beer. My eyes catch on Leila as she walks toward me.
“So, how did it go?” she asks.
I shrug. “Okay, I guess. He asked me to play beer pong.”
“You didn’t want to?”
I shake my head. “I hardly know him.”
“That’s fair,” she says, nudging my shoulder, a smile on her lips. “You want to play Never Have I Ever instead?”
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