Page 8 of Never Have I Ever
“But it works every time.” She smirks.
“Even on girls?” Leila asks, skeptically raising her eyebrows.
Gabi scoffs. “Of course not. Girls aren’t stupid.”
“Never have I ever faked an orgasm.”
Again… to no one’s surprise, I don’t drink.
I sigh, letting my head hit the back of the couch. “This is stupid,” I mutter.
Leila turns her head to me, along with Gabi and Madi. “What is?”
I shrug. “This game. The fact that I haven’t done anything at all.” I frown. “Everyone’s looking at me.” I glance over to the group of girls staring my way, whispering to each other.
“Don’t pay attention to them. They’re judgmental bitches,” Gabi says. “So, what if you haven’t faked an orgasm or sent a nude? Who actually cares about that?” She turns her head and glares at the girls, and they stop whispering.
“I don’t want to be the boring person who has no life,” I tell them.
“You couldn’t be boring if you tried,” Leila says.
I try to smile at her, but it falls flat. “Still,” I sigh, “I would have liked to join in. It’s a drinking game, and I’m stone-cold sober.”
I feel so out of place. I always knew I missed out on stuff. I knew I was sheltered, but this is just embarrassing. Sad, really. I realize now that I’ve missed out on so much more than I thought.
“Never have I ever skipped class,” Leila says.
I turn to my side, seeing Leila smile down at me. I freeze for a second. Ihavedone that. The first week of school, my mother showed up wanting to furnish the apartment and kept me up all night, making me miss the first class of the day.
She gestures to my cup, and I smile at her as I take a sip. Some people start to murmur, and a couple of guys even cheer. I don’t know whether to laugh or to be embarrassed by it.
“There. You’ve done something,” Leila says, and I smile back at her.
It’s something small and not at all scandalous, but the fact that Leila did that for me makes me so happy.
I glance back at Grayson, and he’s got the cup covering his mouth, but his eyes are on me. He takes a sip and brings the cup down. He swallows the drink, his Adam’s apple bobbing while his eyes stay locked on mine. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then he smiles at me and leaves.
His smile was quick and small, I probably imagined it. What was that about? Why would Grayson Carter smile at me?
The game continues, but all I can think about is Grayson Carter. Are the rumors about him true? And why do I want to know more about him?
4
Dirty List
Rosalie
I think I’ve gone insane.
That’s the only explanation for why I’m on my way to Grayson Carter’s house.
I need to at least ask him. I can’t think of anyone else who would be more fitting to help me with a situation like this.
I want someone who’s done it all, experienced everything, and Grayson Carter is that man. The rumors I’ve heard about him speak for themselves. Drug dealer, playboy, sleeps around, drinks, smokes, steals. You name it, Grayson has probably done it.
I want to see what he’s like, what his life is like. I crave a life like his, I want it all. The fun, the danger, the excitement, and Grayson can give me that.
I’m curious about everything to do with Grayson Carter. The stolen glances I took last night whenever he drank to a question, the way my breath staggered when his eyes locked on mine. The way my stomach flipped when he smirked at me before he turned around and left.
