Again with the months apart updates! This chapter has been a pain in my backside. omg you have no idea. Just ask my friends, I suspect they were ready to kill me if I mentioned it anymore.

So, it's exam time veryveryvery soon and I'm kinds freaking out. I know that I usually don't post that often (omgIamsosorrypleasedon'tkillme) but I definetely won' t be updating anytime soon because I really don't want to piss up my life forever BUT I promise to update straight after, I promise.

On a positive note, IT IS THE CHAPTER. THE TITLE CHAPTER! Woo! I have a feeling I am more happy about this than the few( I love you guys) that are reading this. Also, this may be the longest thing I have written and it isn't even that long (ahahahaihatemyselfIreallydo)

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Chapter Five

Casper woke where he usually did. Fortunately this time, his back wasn’t as sore as he rose from the very familiar bath. He had a better sense of his surroundings and was partially sober, but not too much to start regretting.

As he managed to climb out of the deep tub and sprawl across the floor he understood why he hadn’t woke with a splitting headache and hunch back from sleeping in a hard plastic bathtub.

Music was still blasting from downstairs and voices could be heard shouting and singing. The party was still ongoing; he could have only been out for a few hours. Casper groaned and wiped his hand down his face, reached out for the sink top for support as he attempted to get up.

Unsurprisingly to Casper, as he looked into the mirror he looked like shit. His mouth felt like sandpaper but tasted like a mix between the sewers and ass. He turned on the tap to start washing up.

It was sort of a routine now, to sort himself out in front of the mirror and to try and bring himself to look pretty descent before he left the bathroom; he even had his own tooth brush.

Once Casper felt and looked somewhat presentable he went down stairs to join what was left of the party. He stumbled down the stairs, there weren’t  many people left dancing, some were passed out on the ground and on the couches though the music was still blasting at full volume. The people left dancing looked about to join those on the floor, swaying wildly while slurring along to the song.

“In here Cas!” he heard Darla and spotted her poking her head out of the second living room. Logan’s house had four living rooms in total: the main one where the music was blasting, one for reading, one for expensive looking furniture which was always locked and another just because. The living room in question was the “just because”. It was an almost duplicate of the main along with its essentials: TV, couches, paintings and expensive looking rug in the middle which everybody was making a circle around.

This is just fucking great, party games. Casper mocked a cheer and shuffled into the room and took a place on the floor.

“Well you look like shit? Where’d you run off to?” Casper’s whole froze at the sound of his voice and the biggest feeling of dread came over him like a tsunami and the memories came to him like the flood. His face started to heat up and his thumb slowly ascended to his lips as he turned to meet a pair of amused brown eyes.

Thankfully, before he could retort or stumble and splutter over a comeback- and embarrass himself even more- Darla walked right into the middle of the circle with a sly smile on her face as she scanned each and every face. “So what game shall we play?”

 “Dares?” someone suggested. Most of the people here were either half sober or drunk; this so totally wasn’t going to end well. At least some wouldn’t remember anything.

 Unlike some people.

 What the hell was he thinking earlier? Stupid alcohol.

Darla shook her head,” Nah, so boring.”

“Gay Chicken?” another suggested. Casper hadn’t heard of the game but could pretty much guess what it was about without a rules and instruction sheet.

“Now there’s a game,” Darla laughed, rocking back and forth on her heels skilfully.

“What the hell is ‘Gay Chicken’?” James asked with a few murmurs following him. Casper was glad he wasn’t the only one that hadn’t heard of the game and was really glad that one of those was James; he couldn’t act like a cocky know-it-all this time.

“Basically a guy and a guy, or a girl and a girl, kiss and whatnot until someone pulls away. Those who pull away are then christened the Gay Loser Chicken for the rest of the night,” Darla explained with a wave of her hand,” any questions?”

“When you say ‘whatnot’? Casper spoke, already knowing where this was going but asked anyway.

“Groping, licking, biting, etcetera...” Darla ticked off with her fingers, a glint in her eye. The small group giggled, rolled their eyes and laughed already up for the idea and eager to start. Casper swore he even saw Logan rub his hands.

“Sure you are up for this, Squirt?” James said in his ear, Casper practically felt the smirk before turning to face him with a scowl.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I scowled, daring not to meet eyes again.

He laughed- he fucking laughed and Casper’s glare on the floor became so murderous he was surprised it didn’t burst into flames. Sure, he wasn’t all that okay with the game. He hadn’t even got past the stage of just kissing girls never mind some guy handling his junk in front of everyone he knew, but he wasn’t going to admit that to James. Especially to James. He didn’t need to make another subject for him to constantly give him shit about.

“Okay, me first.” Darla clapped then scanned the room again,” I pick... Hoggy!”

Hedgehog, who had been whispering most likely dirty things into a bright-red faced Daisy’s ear, turned at her name in surprise. She looked from Darla’s challenging expression to Daisy’s in confliction. Hedgehog had been brought up by her dad and four big brothers, she had the biggest competitive streak and never turned down a challenge, be it running round the street naked (Logan hadn’t said for how long and she ended up getting stopped by the police) or a game of Black Ops and to top she almost always won.

“Haven’t you already lost though? She’s already gay!” Logan laughed hysterically from the corner, a bottle of beer in his hand.

“Only if she’s up for the challenge,” Darla grinned widely, beckoning her, and suddenly Hedgehog was up and walking towards her with a small smirk playing at her lips. Casper looked over in Daisy’s direction and caught her eye; she smiled weakly and shrugged a little as if saying “what can you do”. She knew her girlfriend’s personality better than anyone.

When their lips joined everyone gasped. Silence followed until the very obvious slip of Darla’s tongue disappeared between Hedgehog’s parted lips to meet her own.

“Holy shit!””Oh my God, they are actually doing it””That’s hot.” Were the reactions as both pairs of hands started to touch and caress everywhere. And it just grew from there until hands started to disappear under clothing and Darla stared to whine like a hungry puppy and everyone was cheering around them and egging them on. Even Casper had to admit that, yeah, it was hot. Definitely. He started to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it and James followed. That was, until he pried his eyes away and saw Daisy.

Her slightly tanned skin has gone as white as a sheet and her lips pursed, her body curled up to its smallest capacity and looking close to burst into tears. Suddenly the scene in front of him didn’t seem that funny anymore.

That’s when she said it,” It’s kinda hard to get the full effect with those lip peircings of yours, why not take them out?” Darla started to reach up to the spiky headed girl’s lips when Hedgehog was suddenly pulled out of Darla’s grip entirely.

“No! Stop! No more! She’s mine.” Daisy half screamed, half cried at the slightly dazed girl while clutching at her girlfriend’s shirt as if for dear life, tears ready to fall.

The mood was suddenly sucked from the room as they looked from Darla to the couple and two of which were still slightly confused.

Darla came to first and her face grew into a shit eating grin as she mouthed,” I won,” then a little louder with her arms in the air,” I WON!” and just like that, everyone cheered and the room was noisy again.

They chanted chicken in Hedgehog’s direction and laughed but she didn’t seem to care. Hedgehog was staring at her now crying girlfriend, who was still clutching at her clothing but somehow Hedgehog and turned around to face her. Hedgehog cupped her hands around Daisy’s small face and gave her a small kiss before resting their foreheads together and breathing something of assurance to the smaller girl before picking her up without much effort and carrying her out of the room, kicking Logan out of the way of the door. Nobody even seemed to notice except Casper, their intoxication somehow coming back again.

Everyone, except James it seems as he met the other boy’s eyes purely by accident. They shared a small smile for their friends but quickly looked away. Casper swore never to share even the slightest bit of friendliness with him for more than five seconds flat. At least, for now.

 “Who’s next?” Someone piped up from the back, causing even more noise erupt from the group.

Darla, who had obviously taken charge, grinned again, “Well since the last game ended in such dramatic disaster, I propose new rules.” Darla swung round on her heels dramatically and Casper rolled his eyes. Typical Darla always had to be on top. Even out of the bedroom.

“So, this time, we all get to decided who we want up and you are allowed to opt out if you wish, but ONLY! Only if you are not single and your other half, boyfriend, girlfriend, partner – or whatever they are, don’t give permission to do so. If single then... welcome to the stage.” She smirked gesturing to the middle of the room and the group yelled words of approval of the new rules and some clinging girlfriends gave sighs of relief. 

“So guys,” Darla did her sweep of the room again on her heels smiling contently,” Who’s up first?”

Casper’s stomach suddenly curled into an uneasy knot for unknown reasons as the whole room screamed his name until he raised his hands in surrender and walked into the middle of the room, face crimson. He groaned and hid his face between his hands. He really did regret every decision in his life and his friends.

What he should have predicated to come next was obvious, but he didn’t. Maybe, he was trying to block the idea from his mind completely or still hung onto the hope that his friends weren’t all heartless bastards. Any smidgen of hope was instantly crushed the moment James’ name was uttered in the room, quickly followed by the same reaction his caused but with more laughter and smirks around the room.

To be fair James was as shocked as Casper. He couldn’t hold all the blame on him.

“Aren’t they already going out though? Isn’t that cheating?” Wait. What?

“Why would you even think that?” Casper demanded of whoever spoke.

“Well you wearing, like, matching clothes and you were both getting a bit close for comfort earlier.” Casper found the culprit, currently with a genuine confusion written on her face.

Casper looked from him to James and frowned to how their clothes were similar in anyway. Sure, James had on skinny jeans but they were blue and his converse were black. He was about to retort to the girl and tell her she was blind when he realised they were matching clothes- well clothes of the same colour. They looked like a fucking matching couple. Casper didn’t dare to meet anyone’s eyes.

“Wow, I didn’t even notice that.” James laughed, realising at the same time Casper did. “That’s ridiculous- a ridiculous coincidence.”

“Oh who cares!”Darla exclaimed, “Get on with it.”

There was no way in hell his lips were going anywhere near the boy next to him who was shrugging in a way of defeat and beckoning Casper with the slight nod of his head and a look in which said “let’s just get this over with. “

Nuh uh. It so wasn’t happening.

Casper started edging towards the door when everyone started chanting chicken.

It got louder and louder and Casper stopped moving in confliction. It was kind of funny in a way; Casper, who had watched the Back to the Future trilogy way to many times to count, you’d think he’d learned that by giving in to being called Chicken there would be consequences and it would almost always go bad. Maybe he would learn his lesson, just like Marty McFly, but not today.

He walked determinedly back to where James was still standing, roughly grabbed his shirt and slammed their lips together.

The whole room went absolutely silent and for a moment, Casper panicked. Being inexperienced and all, he didn’t know if it was acceptable to breathe through your nose or not breathe at all until someone broke the kiss and James didn’t seem to be moving at all.

Just when Casper thought he was about to pass out from lack of oxygen and a partial amount of embarrassment, James gave out a frustrated groan and shifting closer until their chests met and his hand reached his hair and his eyes closed. Casper gave out a yelp of surprise as the sudden movement and tug of his hair, unknowingly letting James’ tongue slip into his open mouth.

Casper sat frozen as James tries to encourage him to take the step further. Everything was confusing and suddenly heated as Casper gave in and joins James’ tongue with his own. His eyes flutter shut and everything becomes hazy, like he was drunk again and much like the dance floor, he could only feel himself and James.

The kiss was wet and sloppy and James tugged a little too hard on Casper’s hair but the smaller boy moaned in response, clinging tighter to the boy’s shirt desperately. Nothing mattered. Casper forgot everything: his inexperience- not that it seemed to be that bad by the appreciative grunts and low moans coming from James-, the people around him looking onto the scene; or the fact that he was kissing James Davidson, the guy he has swore to hate for all of time. All that mattered was how good his lips were against his, the fingers raking through his hair, and the feeling of his body sliding over his.

 He wanted this. He needed this.

James separated his mouth from Casper’s, who whimpered at the sudden loss before it being replaced with small cry when James scraped his teeth down his throat and he was lost all over again.

He was hot all over, he started to feel it down like a shot below as James bit down on his shoulder.

And then everything was pulled apart. Literally.

He was panting heavily, staring at James who was now out of his grip and he was... disappointed? Oh God. Casper had been in this position before: breathing heavily, being held back, and looking at James but that was usually if they had gotten in another fist fight. This was much worse.

He looked at the deep flush of James’ cheeks , the pink swollenness of his lips, and the way his blue hair was mussed up and messy,  and the way his shirt look as if it had been stretched and the other underneath with a few buttons missing giving a full show of collarbones.

Casper had done that. All of it. He couldn’t even imagine what he looked like to James. The worst part was he wanted to do it again.

He had to leave.

He pushed and struggled out of whoever was holding him strong grip and ran.

He ran out the door and down the street. He ran, ignoring the calls of his name behind him, telling him to come back.

 Casper ran all the way home.