I make it into the trash can, my hands clutching the sides. Everyone around me starts making disgusted noises and angry whispers. I shut my eyes tight to block out everyone. I can just picture Aiden being completely disgusted and embarrassed that his date threw up right next to the dance floor.
I feel like crying, so I do.
I'm not really a big crier, but when I have enough alcohol I cry over everything. One time, when Sophie and I went to a frat party, I lost beer pong and cried for ten minutes straight.
"Brooklyn, you okay?" Aiden's hand touches my back softly. "We can head up to the room." He hands me a napkin probably so I can wipe my vomit mouth. "You okay?"
I nod and take the napkin. "I'm sorry." The tears just won't stop, no matter how much I ask them to.
"Hey, you're okay," he says with a comforting smile. "Last formal I ripped my pants and flashed everyone with my ass!"
"I'm sure your ass is so tight it wouldn't even be embarrassing," I say in a sob. "You have a better ass than me!"
Aiden takes us up to our hotel room after finding me a bag just in case I have another incident. He asks the front desk lady for a water bottle and gives it to me.
"I'm sorry I'm such a hot mess," I say when we step into our tiny suite.
"You're right about the hot part," Aiden says, turning on the lights.
I take my heels off and throw myself onto the queen-sized bed. My dress slid up a little on my thighs, but I'm too drunk to even consider readjusting it.
Aiden slides his shoes off and starts loosening his tie. He unbuttons his shirt four buttons, but sadly leaves the rest fastened. I wouldn't have minded a strip tease part two, my own private show.
He digs through his bag and finds a t-shirt and boxers, throwing them at me. "You can wear these to bed. That dress can't be comfortable."
I thank him and stumble my way into the bathroom. I take a chance to look at myself in the mirror. For a second, I think maybe I accidentally summoned Bloody Mary herself. That's how horrifying I looked.
My mascara smudged under my eyes, my hair knotted, a red stain outlining my lips from all the drinks. And Aiden said I looked beautiful? Someone was just trying to get into my pants.
I say it as if I wouldn't have wanted that.
Scrubbing my face with hand soap and water, I do a decent job at getting majority of the mess off. I change into a t-shirt with STD in giant letters on the front and slip the plaid boxers on. One of my best looks, if I do say so myself.
Aiden's shirtless and in boxers by the time I leave the bathroom. "What side of the bed do you sleep on?"
I almost don't hear the question, deafened by the half-naked god standing in front of me. "Oh, uh, the left."
"I also sleep on the left," he says.
"We can compromise," I suggest and climb into the bed. "I'll sleep on the left."
"And how is that compromising?"
I take advantage of being the drunkest person in the room and say, "you sleep on the left too." I pat the empty mattress beside me.
Aiden seems surprised, and I almost want to take it back. It was too forward. Asking him to spoon on our first date? I'm too bold when I'm drunk.
"I like that idea," he says and gets under the covers, his body heat warming my side. He reaches his arm over my body to turn off the light. It takes everything in me not to pull him against me and make-out with him.
So, here I am, spooning with Mr. Frat President. His left arm is wrapped around the front of my body, his right arm under his head. I back even closer into his body, feeling oddly safe and comforted.
"How have you never been on a date before?" I say randomly. "Like, not even in high school?"
"I was home-schooled." His voice vibrates his chest against my back. It's a nice feeling.
"Really? It's a shame. You'd be every girl's crush! Do you know how many Valentine's Day gifts you would've gotten from secret admirers?"
He laughs. "Would you have left me a gift?"
"Oh no. I had a boyfriend all of high school. I was too loyal to care about any other guy."
"Ah. What was his name?"
"Jealous?"
"A little, yeah," he says. "Tell me about him."
I smile. "His name was George."
"Fuck George!"
"Aiden," I laugh, "he's a good guy! We were really good friends first, and then we started dating. I ended things before college. Simple as that. And he's got a boyfriend now, so you don't have to worry about him."
"Guess not."
"So, what's your secret?"
"My secret?" He laughs at the random question. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you have to have some dark and twisty secret because there's no way someone like you has never been on a date. The only explanation would be some crazy secret you have. Do you turn into a merman if you fall in love?"
"That's it," he says. "You guessed it. I'm a merman. I get to keep my legs if I fall in love! For some reason, when I tell girls that, they suddenly don't want to date me!"
"I'm serious! What's the secret? Too much of a player? Terminal illness? Scared of commitment? Daddy issues?"
"There's no secret, Brooklyn. I'm just a twenty-one-year-old frat president who hasn't been on a date before... until now."
I squint my eyes. Drunk me just won't take no for an answer. "Why go on your first date now?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Just because."
"Just because why?"
"Brooklyn, are you two?"
"No, I'm twenty-one and drunk. Why?"
"If I don't get true-love's kiss by midnight an evil witch is going to come and turn me into a werewolf!" He laughs and pulls him arm away from me.
I sit up in the bed. "Funny."
"Why do you need to know my deepest darkest secret?"
"Because I don't know anything about you," I say. "And I'm sleeping in a bed with you. How am I supposed to trust you?"
He sighs and sits up, his shoulder touching mine. "This is really going to make me look like the biggest douchebag ever, but I'm hoping you're too drunk to think it's that bad."
"Likely," I say.
"Do you know what a geed is?"
I shake my head.
"Okay, well, it's a dumb term for someone who isn't in a fraternity or a sorority. So, you're technically a geed."
"Sick."
He smiles. "A couple dudes in the house made a bet with me that I couldn't get a geed to come to my formal and get her to spend the night."
"Oh," I breathe. "Oh, I see."
"Yeah." He sighs. "It's just a dumb bet. But it's not like I did it for $30 or something stupid. They told me they'd re-elect me, and no one gets re-elected before senior year. It would look so good on my resume."
"So, admitting that was supposed to make me trust you?"
"Well, yeah. This is me being honest! I didn't have to tell you."
I shrug. "You're right. But I'm going to head home now."
"Brooklyn, wait."
"No, no. It's all cool. You're a nice guy, Aiden. You didn't take advantage of me when you could have. Really appreciate that. But I'd prefer to keep some dignity. Otherwise, all your brothers are just going to make fun of me for being the silly geed who fell for you."
"I really like you," he says. "You're not like other girls I've been with!"
"Because I'm not in Sigma Lambda Upsilon Theta?" Yeah, even drunk me can spell in Greek letters.
"I don't care if you're not in a sorority! It was a stupid bet," he says. "You know I don't care about that stuff."
I only know one thing for sure right now. This article is going to make me chief editor of the newspaper for sure. And I thought I wouldn't be able to get any content.
"I've already embarrassed myself enough tonight." I pick up my dress and heels from the floor. "I'm sorry."
He looks down at his lap. "Can I at least have my shirt back?"
Frat Boy Uses Geed to Stay in Office, But It's Not Like He Did It for $30 Or Something Stupid
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AN:
Chapter 5 and I already included one of the most basic plots in all of Wattpad: a bet.
Honestly, I have no regrets. This is the kind of stuff Game of Thrones writers wishes they could come up with. Killing off main characters? Please, that's so 2015. Step aside. We're bringing back the bet.
Bet!
I wonder what will happen next! Will Brooklyn ever see Aiden again? What will Sophie and Joseph do when they hear their best friend was used for a bet? Should Brooklyn get an STD test at her doctor just in case? Stay tuned for Chapter 6!
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