It’s Tate that answers while sending a dark look Savy’s way. “Never Have I Ever…sex edition.”
Beck and Jude laugh their agreement but bookworm looks baffled as she takes a bite of her pizza.
When she swallows it down, she says quietly, “I don’t know how to play that.”
Beck leans forward and fills her cup back up. “You’ve never played Never Have I Ever?”
She looks nervously around at the rest of us and then shakes her head.
“Wow, okay, so each person says never have I ever done something and if you have done it, you take a drink. If you haven’t, you don’t drink. Tate’s called it for sex so all your nevers have to have a sexual bent to them. You good?”
She shrugs one shoulder but her eyes drop and a blush rises on her cheeks. I can’t help but smirk. This should be good. Jude goes first.
“Never have I ever…fucked a quarterback.”
We all look at Savy but she doesn’t reach for her glass telling us she hasn’t fucked Tate. Her eyes go wide though when Jude sucks back a healthy gulp and then her head turns to look at Tate in surprise.
“Fuck, NO! It wasn’t me!” He sputters, causing Jude to howl with laughter and explain.
“Quarterback for the Dirty Daisies, local lingerie football league.”
“Jesus, you dog!” Beck claps him on the back with a laugh and then takes his turn. “Never have I ever…got head in a moving car.”
Everyone drinks except Savy and Jude tries to be helpful in his own fucked up way. “Baby doll, that could also mean having your muff tongue-whipped.”
She raises an eyebrow at him and slides her glass further away with one finger. “Never have I ever…had that done to me…ever.”
We all stare at her in shock and the first thing that pops into my head is to wonder what she’d taste like on my tongue. Jude being his over-the-top self pretends to weep as he slings an arm around her neck and pulls her half off her chair.
“Sweet, sweet, summer child. This must not stand. I volunteer as tribute! Shuck those pants and I’ll shuck your clam right here and now!”
She starts giggling and shoves him away. “Yeah, no. No, thank you.”
I’m up next and I’m pissed that all I can think about now is what it would be like to be the first guy to go down on her so I lash out.
“Never have I ever played an angle to fuck football players.”
My three brothers shoot me confused looks but the mouse tilts her head to the side and glares at me.
“Guess I’m staying sober tonight. My turn…unless, any of you guys are working an angle to fuck your teammates? No, okay.” She turns back to look at me and now she’s got two bright red spots on her cheekbones and fire flashing in her eyes. “Never have I ever…jerked off to a girl who…won’t…even…give…you…her…name.”
She sits back in her chair and crosses her arms over her chest and I see fucking red. I’m going to kill whichever fucktard told her about Butterfly. I slam back my entire drink and pound the glass back on the table as Jude bounces in his seat like a toddler on meth.
“Savage carnage on the field! Baby doll just slit…his…throat!” He grabs her hand and kisses it like ten times. “Baby doll, promise me the next time you wake up and choose violence, I can carry your sword?”
Her whole face goes beet red like she regrets what she said. She darts nervous little looks my way and doesn’t see the thunder on Tate’s face.
“My turn!” he snaps. “Never have I ever, given my virginity to the douchiest guy on campus.”
The blood that was just flushing Savy’s face drains away, turning her completely white. Her eyes are full of hurt and welling up when she slowly turns them on him. They just stare at each other for a few beats and I see Tate bite his lip like he might feel like he went too far. Savy sniffs, swallows hard, and then reaches out and lifts her cup to her lips and drinks down half of what’s in it. Instead of putting it back down, she tilts it at Tate like she’s going to toast him.
“Never have I ever then agreed to fake date the second douchiest guy on campus,” she says in a quiet voice.
She shoots down the rest of the Jack in her cup and gently sets it on the table before saying “Game over”, then gets up and walks away. I hear the bathroom door down the hall close softly and I turn to Tate.
“Who the fuck was it?”
His eyes are on the table and he doesn’t look up when he tells us. “Hunter Miller. He’s been bragging about tapping her first.”
