Obviously, James couldn’t move a muscle, especially toward Brian, especially right after juvie.
“No. Guys, enough.”
Amelia. She hadn’t said a word up to that point.
Something told me she was the missing link. The missing piece. Brian shook his head annoyed, and walked out.
“Okay, no dare. Straight to the closet,” grumbled Taylor irritated.
“Closet, meaning?” I asked, without getting an answer.
“Closet? And what fun is that if I can’t watch?” sneered Marvin.
“Come on, move it. Get out of here,” he invited Tiffany, who looked used to these games.
“Tiff in the closet with June,” finished Marvin, pointing at me. James almost spat his milk out on the window.
“No, wait a second, what do I have to do?”
“Guess,” laughed Marvin, while Tiffany was already standing up.
“What’s so funny? You can’t force me to do anything.”
“Of course, nobody’s forcing you. You just have to spend seven minutes in the closet with her. And do what you want, you don’t necessarily have to make out with her,” explained Will.
Tiffany adjusted her studded leather jacket, then called my name.
“June?”
“Um.”
She’s not even gonna jump on me?I thought, looking her up and down. She’d weigh half what I do.
I groaned a lazy “Okay,” and stood up.
A few guys shouted while William immediately got irritable.
“Yeah, but in there, not here in front of everyone.”
“Come on, Will, don’t be a pain in the ass,” I heard Marvin say when Tiffany and I reached Poppy’s walk-in closet.
I stared speechlessly at Tiffany, who seemed perfectly at ease with the situation.
“I don’t know,” I whispered before going in.
“Jeez, it’s just a kiss. You’re so puritanical,” a guy exclaimed.
“What if they don’t do it? It’s not worth it,” I heard him say to someone else, but James seemed to extinguish all doubts.
“Don’t worry. Tiffany knows how to be convincing.”
I groaned again, this time discouraged. I didn’t have an issue with Tiffany, but I didn’t want to be the victim of their sick games.
“Do we fit?” I asked when the brunet flung the door open, making me go in first.
“It’ll be tight.”
She winked at me, and when I gave her a bad look, she got serious. “We fit, see?” she said, pointing out the little room full of clothes. She closed the door, and I felt so embarrassed.
