"Let's play truth or dare." A girl, tracing shapes across Luke's chest giggled out.

I figured after being thrown in the water repeatedly, I'd just swim over to the sand bar and chill out.

I guess Ashton had the same idea; I don't really know where else he would go.

Part of me wished he'd struggle to find his way home with no car or cell phone. The other part of me knew that was unreasonable considering how hard my stomach fluttered at the thought of us sharing a room.

Everyone agreed.

Everyone except me.

I simply stayed quiet, creating waves with my hands through the water.

Truth or dare is where all problems in relationships start.

Granted, I am single.

So when everyone started drifting back to the dock to play, I followed imagining to myself how many different ways this would go wrong.

For some reason, we never learned our lessons at this damn cabin.

Finally, we reached the dock and I still kept my mouth shut. Over and over in my head, I repeatedly tried convincing myself things would go alright while I lifted myself up on the dock.

This time I was single.

I didn't have a boyfriend that would fuck everything up, or more literally just fuck everyone.

It's a simple game most teenagers play.

"Dare." Pondered aloud one of the sluts that had ruined my prom.

Surprise Surprise,

It was Cal who dared her.

Her dare was to make out with the other girl who ruined my prom, another HUGE surprise of the night. I rolled my eyes so aggressively, I hoped they'd get stuck.

They finally finished, both giggling and wiping each other's mouths.

The game continued on and on, and I kept getting simple dares like dip your foot in the water or take a shot.

I was pretty sure they knew how much I hated the game.

As if the Gods heard my plea and damned my prayers to hell, they mentioned one worse.

"Let's playyyy.. Spin the bottle!" She exclaimed as if it was a million dollar idea. "I'm bored of this babe." Luke's toy for the night added, taking a dramatic seat in his lap.

Great, there's no getting out of kissing someone in this game.

And luckily for me, I hated everyone here.

Should've brought a sign that says I bite.

A few spins in, mostly girls were kissing girls. Excluding Luke, Luke's pet, and myself, although none of us had spun.

"Madi, it's your turn." Luke called out, snapping me back to the now.

I took a deep inhale and smirked to myself.

Wonder where I got that from..

Getting a good grip on the bottle, I squeezed my eyes shut and spun. Letting out a shaky exhale, I let my eyes fall to each of the unfortunate candidates faces.

This was only a game after all.. Right?

Wrong.

When I heard it skid to a stop, my eyes slowly followed the bottle nosle to the person it was pointing to. I felt my stomach pummel rapidly, six feet under.

Yep, it's official.

The spin the bottle Gods hate me.

Scooting forward careful not to get splinters in my ass, I met him in the middle. Cal took my face in his calloused hands tenderly as our lips met.

We stayed like this, kissing, a bit too long. In my defense, I was just pondering possible possibilities.

Like what if prom hadn't went so bad?

Was he really that bad of a guy?

Would we ever had been anything more?

I'd never know and he'd always be a cheating prick in my eyes, the alcohol decided for me right then.

I pulled away roughly and dropped my focus to the swirl pattern in the dock wood. As I found my way back to my seat, it was Ashton's turn.

He spun sharply and it pointed to one of the two girls from the closet at prom.

I really needed to learn their names.

I didn't really want to watch them make out.. but I did actually need to see this.

She eagerly crawled forward, her face quickly inches away from his , desperate!

His hand took its time caressing down her jaw, as she let out a dramatic sigh. As he reached her chin, he slightly tilted her head and she practically sunk her claws into his chest. Just as his lips pressed to hers, he caught my gaze out of the corner of his eye and

pecked her?

Weird.

The real weird part was the way his eyes never left mine as he rudely discarded of her and made his way back to his seat next to me.

thats right bitch! closet whore-2 | my subconscious-1

Double points for the prom charade; I give credit when its due.

We continued to play this mindless game for an eternity it felt like. I'd grown tired of it after the third time it landed on Cal and Ashton had become shockingly angrier each round. You'd think he'd want to take out some of that sexual frustration while he has a perfect chance. Instead he sat next to me, every once in awhile shooting me a look I was very familiar with, although I wasn't sure what I did to deserve it.

My fourth spin in, I prayed for a miracle. At this point, I'd be happier kissing a toad.

Releasing the bottle, I drug my prayer out long enough till it heard the bottle stop. I lightly opened my eyes only to shut them tightly out of anger again.

That's it, It's rigged.

I sighed loudly, stretching over to yet again kiss the lying scum. This time, he reached over also pulling my face closer to his as we moved in sync. I wondered, did all boys kiss their prom dates that they cheated on for a threesome so passionately for a simple bottle spin?

Or was there a reason he was kissing me like he had ten minutes to live ? I'd have to ask him later.

I was suddenly ripped out of my subconscious, as I was pulled backwards forcefully into a warm pair of arms. My eyes met Ashton's and I watched the fire set ablaze behind his eyes.

"You won't kiss him again." he stated close to my ear, using the same daring tone he'd used in the car.

I decided it'd be best to keep my mouth shut. I didn't have such a good track record with saying the right thing in the right moment and this was alright, THE WRONGEST MOMENT OF THEM ALL.

Luke cleared his throat bringing me back to my surroundings once again. I stayed put, nice and warm in douchewads arms.

Since everyone was mildly drunk and probably incapable of making it back to the cabin in a few hours, we decided to leave after Ashton's outburst.

I had no protests to ending the strangest night of my life.

We started heading back, through the forest, but this time I didn't complain about my feet hurting.

Partly because of the alcohol,

partly because my mind seemed to be running in circles, why can't I?

I seemed to find myself particularly infatuated with a certain green eyed boy known for breaking my hearts. The way he was so delicate with me but scolded me like a child. little one; I found myself infatuated with the worst choice here, why me?

Alcohol will do that to you kids, drink water.

Before I knew it, I was cut from my thoughts and we were headed up the steps to the cabin. I made my way through the house quickly and went up the second flight, still very lost in my thoughts.

Making out with your cheating prom date sure can make a girl think.

I heard heavy footsteps behind me just as I was going to enter the room and I turned around to face Ashton.

But again, the make-out Gods were not on my side.

Cal shoved me up, hard enough my back bounced against the wall. In seconds, he was pushing his arm into my neck.

I don't think my eyes have ever been this humongous in my life.

"You think you could get away with busting my lip and fracturing my nose you little bitch?" He growled at me, a deranged look in his eyes.

Huh, little one and little bitch.

How'd I get 2 of the cutest nicknames?

Don't be a smart ass, I pleaded with myself.

I had a really bad habit of that.

"Huh, I fractured your nose?

It does look a little crooked." I snorted, cocking my head to the side.

Dammit.

He dug his arm into my neck harder, using his other hand to apply more pressure.

"I fucking hate you." He snarled, looking at me like I was disgusting.

I mean I am, but I don't like to be looked at like that.

Judgement Free Zone you know?

"Aw, I thought what we had was real. You know, if I could look past the whole prom thing.. spin the bottle was so r-romantic." I attempted to get out without laughing. More like a cross between a wheeze and gay donkey sex considering my lack of air supply but you get the point.

Okay yes,

I laugh at the worst times.

He backed up an inch, slamming his arm back into my neck. At this point, I was pretty sure their was going to be bruising, which is more then I could say for prom. Not if you count his face.

He stared into my eyes the entire time like only a psychopath would.

"Hey, what the fuck?" Ashton grounded out, returning my oxygen with a shove to Cal.

"Rough sex." Cal grinned looking up at Ashton.

He began to side step my bent over form, to lunge at Cal.

I wasn't a damn princess,

and I didn't need to be saved.

Not this time and I believed if Ashton handled it, it'd be much worse then I could even think about doing.

His focus was completely on Ashton as I creepily made my way closer and closer.

Arms length away, I cocked back my fist and sent it flying directly into his nose.

Fuuuuu-Still worth it.

"That hurt." I whined, thinking of nothing better to say.

Ashton looked down and back up with a confused expression.

"Which part?" He looked amused but confused. His usual toys of the week must be more of the damsel in distress type.

"I'm not little, like you say I am! And I don't need you to save me, GAH!" I snapped, reflecting my exact thoughts with my voice a bit on the shaky side.

Tears started to prickle my eyes from the sharp sting of my hand.

"Let me see." he stated, not waiting for me to let him and taking my hand.

He examined it carefully with a cute careful face of his. I tried to retain from wincing when he pushed down on certain spots.

"Here, go sit in the bathroom. I'm going to go get the stuff from downstairs."

I watched his back retreat, noticing he had changed into a pair of grey sweatpants.

When?

I guess while Cal and I were having "rough sex" in the hallway.

I mentally snorted. What a drunken asshole.

And why had Ashton been saving my life so frequently?

The walk to the bathroom was painful.

It seemed as if the hand injury highlighted my feet injuries which reminded me of my tight neck and of course, the fat knuckles.

"Here." he said handing me a bag of ice then wrapping my hand carefully. As he lightly drug his fingers down my neck, he wanted to know if it hurt.

just keep going.. I need a bit more time to... assess

After he finished poking and prodding, he let out a small laugh.

"Too much pride to let me help you, Cute." he murmured , seemingly to himself.

I didn't utter a single word back.

I just brushed past his shoulder and headed straight to our room.

I grabbed a long t shirt and some shorts, heading back to the bathroom to change and brush my teeth.

Turning off the lights in our room, I gently crawled into my bed.

"Thanks." I spoke out into the open.

"Why'd you kissed me?" Ashton replied.

"To distract you, weirdo. Go to sleep."

Mostly.

I didn't really know why myself.

There were other, more effective ways to get him to not throw me in the water.

He sighed.

I guess he understood that too.

"Goodnight little one." he mumbled.

"Goodnight Ashton."

I didn't.