Hate Me, Love Me |GxG|
I didn't know what Karma saw in him, neither did I care.
"Since when are you the boss of me?" I shot back, my eyebrow raising in challenge.
Heather spoke up to break the tension, her voice forced and bright. "Alright, let's all calm down, yeah?"
Flynn, the soccer player with a mouth that never shut, leaned forward with a grin. "Thank you, Heather. Never Have I Ever. Let's start with the basics."
Everyone eventually picked up a cup. I could smell the rotgut vodka and cheap beer from across the circle. I looked at Remington; she was staring at the liquid in her cup like it was poison.