People shouted, hands clapped., cheers rang out as one track ended and another favourite began.  The volume increased, drinks continued to be poured, and the bottle continued to spin… until it stopped, pointing straight at me.

Aiden decided it would be a laugh for me to come to his house party; “just a few friends” he’d said.  When I arrived I realised that the majority of King High were there, and the loudest voices and barest bodies belonged to the jocks and cheerleaders.  Heaven for some; hell for me.  The fact I had to continue the ridiculous charade that Aiden and I were dating was enough to make the night seem even worse… all to hide my true sexual orientation, and to ensure his reputation for being the star basketball player with the hottest girlfriend wasn’t blown.  We were using each other, and it sucked.

But as the units of alcohol in my blood continued their rise to unknown levels, I no longer cared, and I joined in the debauchery.  Chaos would most likely ensue, but I didn’t give a damn – at least Spencer was there to pick up the pieces!  Poor Spencer, she was always the responsible one.

So as I sat there, starring down at the bottle of fate that lay before me, I just shrugged and gave it a hard spin, wondering which of my peers would be destined to have God-only-knows what done to them by yours truly.  I could hear Spencer laughing beside me as the bottle began to slow down and eager faces looked on from the circle, wondering which of them it would be that got to bag the Ashley Davies, and right under Aiden’s nose.  I never usually joined in these games out of principle – I didn’t need a bottle to land on someone for me to be able to pull at a party – but I figured that night had marked a change for me.  I was allowing myself to have some fun, without worrying too much about the consequences.  That was until the bottle finally did stop its turn, and people gasped as they realised whom it had fallen on.

“I’m not playing!” Spencer insisted, moving away slightly, her face a deep shade of crimson as she looked down at the neck of the bottle that was pointing determinedly in her direction.