The other three followed as Zach introduced us to the others. “That’s Glynis and Eve.” The two girls on the couch nodded at us. “And that’s Marcus.” He beckoned to the guy who was leaning against the wall. He had short and curly brown hair, and the traces of a beard on his face.
“So you’re the infamous host.”
Marcus’s eyes fixed on me. “Yup that’s me.” Then his smile disappeared. “Which reminds me, I should go down and check on the party.”
That you should. I pressed my lips together to resist saying that as I watched the guy walk out of the room. Zach distracted me though, his hand slipping into mine in a couple-like fashion as he pulled me down onto the couch.
“So how have you been?”
It’s like he had eyes only for me, completely ignoring the others. Nancy and Drew settled in on the couch opposite us. I was about to answer the question when Jensen interrupted, plopping down right between Zach and I.
“I’ve been good, thanks, what about you?”
Irritation flickered across Zach’s face. “I wasn’t asking-”
“D’you guys want to play Spin the Bottle?” Glynis, or was it Eve, piped up. We looked around at each other and then mumbled a ‘yeah, okay’ though Zach seemed to be holding some anger towards Jensen.
Sitting down on the floor, the six of us made a wide circle. Nancy sat to my left and Drew on my right. Zach had stationed himself exactly in front of me, and with that smile back on his lips, I had a feeling he had a trick pulled up his sleeve. Jensen was right next to him though, almost like he wanted to keep an eye on him.
“Who wants to go first?” Nancy asked, twisting her hands together nervously.
“Eve, you go,” Glynis nudged her friend who sighed. Setting an empty water-bottle in the center, she spun it. It landed on Jensen.
“Truth or dare, fella?”
“Truth,” Jensen said, rubbing his hands together.
Eve sighed, like she’d been hoping he’d say dare. In a monotonous tone, she asked, “Have you ever had a one-night stand?”
Jensen shook his head. “Of course not.” For some reason, he looked at me when he said that. Did he care what I thought? Now, it was his turn to spin the bottle, and this time it stopped right at me. I gulped.
“Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” I said quickly. I hated dares (one of the reasons Lea thought I was a poor sport but I didn’t fancy dressing up in toilet paper again, thank you very much).
“To be forgiving; weakness or strength?”