ADRIAN
"He picked Dare!" Someone yelled from across the room, even before I could get to announce what was inside the paper I had picked.
I sighed, glancing at Carlos next to me, slowly raised my brow as if to ask, should we bail out on the dare?
Carlos shook his head, grinning hard at me.
Ever since that one time in high school someone dared me to post on the school page that I was in a relationship with our statistics teacher —which I wasn’t- I had been avoiding anything truth and dare.
I knew I should stop them and walk out of this room, even before they get to dare me, but I couldn’t. Carlos seemed to be having fun here, and I would be an asshole to ruin it for him.
"Are ya ready for the dare, baby?!" The over hyperactive voice of a girl I had just got to know to be Lisa, yelled out and I simply rolled my eyes.
"Do your worst," I said to her, making the room erupted in a fit of giggles.
I looked around the room, searching for who was in charge of my fate here, relief washed over me as my eyes landed on Zarah, the closest person to Carlos in this room aside from me.
I thought she couldn’t have done worse, but I was wrong. Zarah smiled, wiggling her eyebrows.
Her smirk turned deadly. "I dare you to kiss Carlos."
Well, I should have seen it coming from a mile away. Zarah might be an epitome of beauty from the outside, but something told me she was the worst of evil.
"You know that’s weird, right?" I groaned out, cupping my face, wondering how I kept getting myself involved in a ridiculous game like this.
I should have just make it clear since we got here that Carlos wasn’t my boyfriend, so they wouldn’t be getting the wrong Idea
noW.
They wanted us to kiss, right in front of everyone so they would know if we were in a relationship or not. It was that simple, come clean now before it get weird, but Carlos seemed to be loving the idea of us kissing which I didn’t seem to understand.
"You guys are gross, you’ve never seen gay guys kissed before?" Carlos smirked, giving his friend a little shove.
A guy from the far end of the table shrugged, leaning forward. "I have. But not the ones in an exclusive relationship."
Say what now? Exclusive relationship? With Carlos? That’s weird. I haven’t even looked Carlos in a way a friend shouldn’t be looking their friends before. How they’re bringing exclusive relationship into it.
"Well, you’ll get to see it now." Carlos winked, the wink was a little too naught as he turned around to face me. "You ready?"
My mouth hung open in shock, jaw almost dropped to the floor. "You want us to kiss?"
Carlos made a face that said, are you serious right now, before he smiled and said. "Sure.
That’s what they want, so why not?"
"This is ridiculous." I groaned under my breath, rubbing my neck nervously.
I slowly raised my eyebrows and glanced over at Carlos, confirming his acceptance of the dare, to which he pucker his lips like a kid and start making kissing noises while he leaned in toward me.
"I hope I don’t regret this." I mumbled under my breath. Thinking that was enough answer from Carlos that he really want to satisfy his friends with a kiss from me.
Ilet out a soft laugh, pecking Carlos on his cheek which earned me a round of "Boo"
from the room.
"Don’t fucking kid me, Adrian. Even my three year old niece kiss better than that."
Lisa yelled and people started laughing.
"Oh, Lisa please tell them." A guy named Jos groaned, tapping his hand on the table, making noise with the empty cans of drinks on the table.
"Nah, you’re totally right." Said Tim, the guy we met from downstairs.
"Baby, should be show them how it’s done?"
A guy I didn’t catch up his name smirked, turning to a caramel skin girl next to him.
The girl sent a smirk my way and yelled with a thumb down. "Not the kind of gay kiss I was expecting."
"See." Carlos sighed, avoiding my gaze.
What’s with him now? Was he seriously being moody because of harmless comments? That sucks.
Sometimes I wondered how we became friends if little remarks like this would make him feel sad. Or maybe it was my duty as his friend to not make him feel sad.
"Three seconds." I said, raising three fingers up.
"Make it six." Zarah yelled but I didn’t give a shit about what she think about this.
Faking being Carlos boyfriend in a room full of his college friends was hard enough, now I had to kiss him to prove a stupid point.
Carlos nodded, his face lit up with a smile.
"Just so you know, I love sucking. If you stick your tongue in my mouth, I’ll suck it."
He yelled, enöugh for everyone to hear.
People started chuckling and that gross the shit out of me. Was it just me or it’s fucking embarrassing to know how your bestfriend kiss?
"Well, you’re in a good hand. I love to be the one on the receiving end..." I didn’t get to finish, though, because my best friend’s lips are already pressed against mine.
The first brush of contact was electric, coiling my intestines in knots. I was surprised by how soft his lips were and how gently they moved against mine. I had never for once pictured us like this, kissing.
Carlos was handling me like I was made of glass, capable of shattering in his hands, and right now, I thought it was very possible I could really break. With the way my heart was racing in my chest.
Carlos moaned, and that was all I could take before I gently pushed him off me. "Three seconds up." I said, gasping for breath.
"Wow, that’s so fucking sexy. I think I’m gay now." Tim let out and chuckles erupted from others. Except for me.
"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom." I said, quickly stood up from the seat.
"Please Cally baby don’t follow him, else I’m going to think dirty." Zarah yelled and I couldn’t get out of that room fast enough.
I headed straight to the restroom and scooped water into my hands, splashing it onto my face. I let out the breath I never knew I had been holding all along. I exhaled deeply and looked at my reflection in the mirror.
"That’s really sick." I groaned, shutting the tap from running. "Is something wrong with Carlos?"
After mumbling few more words to myself, I wiped my hand and adjusted my shirt. I restyled my hair and walked out of the restroom.
Walking back to the room we were playing the game, I found it empty which was a surprise. "What’s going on now?"