ALRIGHT AS REQUESTED I've brought ya'll a new chapter.
Sorry it took me a while but here it is.
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Also go check out my short new story, Injured Soldier. This one is about Riley. OKay I'll let ya'll read the chapter now.
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"Alright! Rules. Rule 1. No whining! Once you grab whoever's name out the bowl, you cannot complain what so ever about whom you got. I don't care if you don't wanna be in there with them, I don't care if you're hate them, I don't care if you like them, I don't care if you love them, I don't care if they make you sick to your stomach, I don't care if you being in there with them makes feel like you're going to die AND I just DON"T CARE. So no excuses and you must go in no matter who it is. Got it?"
Everyone nodded in understanding of the first rule. No one bother to disagree otherwise knowing the Cindy was on edge and was going to possibly snap at any possible moment at someone.
"Rule number 2! It's called 7 MINUTES in heaven for a reason. You stay in for exactly 7 minutes no longer and no shorter which brings me to rule number 3! When you're 7 minutes is up, we open the door. So if you get caught doing anything you…..oh I don't know wouldn't want to get caught doing that you would be ASHAMED of or EMBRASSED or HUMILATED. DO IT FAST!" Cindy said while glaring coldly at Blair. "Moving on… Rule number 4. You cannot get a name of someone that is the same gender as yourself to go in the closet with. For example, say like Riley picks Caesar's name out of the bowl."
"Ewwww that's gay. A nigga ain't trying to go in the closet with Ceez." Riley spat.
"HEY! I ain't all that bad you know." Caesar protested.
"Nigga you gay and no one asked for yo ass to a comment."
"AND no one asked yo ass for a comment either, Reezy. So shut the fuck up so I can finish my example!"
"iight. Damn what happened to them freedom of speech rights Huey always talking about? Shiiit." Cindy rolled her eyes before continuing where she left off.
"ANYWAYS like I said, if Riley were to grab Caesar's name, he would have to pick another name BECAUSE Caesar is of the same gender as him. So he would need to continue to pull again until he draws a girl name."
"Oh so no girl and girl or boy and boy in the closet? Right?"
"Exactly Jaz. OH where was I? Right the rules. Rule numb-"
"Don't you think you have enough extra rules already, Cindy?"
"Huey, this is MY party and My game and I'm gonna have as many rules as I like. Hmph! Besides what do you know? You've never even played the game or even heard about it until I told you."
"Well while you and my brother were having your brief disagreements that were ignorant and somewhat entertaining. I managed to look up what the game is on my phone."
"Well since you're such a smart ass what does the internet say about the game then, huh?"
"Is says 7 minutes in Heaven is a party game played by mostly teens ages between 13 and 18 and can be extremely fun. The game was recorded to first be played in Cincinnati in the early 1950s. In the game, two people are selected to go in a closet or any other dark enclosed space and do whatever for 7 minutes. Sexual activities are allowed but commonly kissing and making out occur."
"AND where exactly did you get that bullshit information from?"
"Google."
Cindy blankly stared before speaking. "Alright since Huey McHater had to be a smart ass and look shit up, we will just stick to the 4 rules we ha-"
"You have."
"Thanks AGAIN Huey. I have established so far. Does anyone have any problems with the rules? DIDNT THINK SO. So let's play! Who wants to go first?"
Everyone remained quiet. Riley was still muttering under his breath complaining about people always hating on a nigga. Jazmine was once again quick glancing at Huey hoping he wouldn't notice. Huey and Caesar were discussing something about elections and Blair was filing her fingernails.
"I SAID who would like to go first?"
Still no response.
"Alright since NONE of ya'll want to answer, we gonna have to do this my damn way. Ya'll pick a number 1 through 5. Jaz, your number?"
"4"
"Ceez, number?"
"Of course you know I'm gonna pick my jersey number, 2"
"Reezy?"
"Imma pick 1 because there is ONLY 1 real nigga and I'm that 1."
"Ugh I don't have time for this. Huey, number?"
"5"
"Blair?"
"I'll pick 3."
"Alright now that we all have a number I'll just roll this dice and we'll see who's up."
Cindy shook the dice and it landed on 4.
"Sorry Jazzy girl but you're up first. Now go ahead and pull a name out the bowl and then you and whoever you pick can head towards the closet over there."
"Umm alright I guess going first won't be that bad." Jazmine pulled and small paper out the bowl and flushed when she saw the name on the sheet. "Um, Cindy can I pick again?"
"Is it a girl name on the sheet?"
"Wellll no" She said shyly.
"Then no." Jazmine frowned. "Whoever you have cannot be that bad. The only people here are Riley, Caesar and Hu-….NO" She gasped.
Jazmine nodded. "Yes now can I please pick again?"
"Nope. Sorry Jazzy but rules are rules." She snickered. "Alright Huey."
Huey raised a brow. "Yes, what is it now Cindy?"
"Jazmine pulled your name so you, Jazzy, closet, 7 minutes, go"
"Huey, my man" Caesar nodded offering him a fist bump. "So you're just going leave me hanging like that? That's fucked up." Huey glared over at Caesar and walked toward Jazmine grabbing her hand.
"OHH SHIT. Jazmine got my brother's name! HAHAHA. This is too good to be true." Riley cackled.
"Riley, shut ya dumb ass up. Come on, Jazmine. Let's go and get these 7 minutes done with."
"Okay!" She chirped.
The two walked off to the closet and closed the door. Cindy could do nothing but smirk while thinking to herself, "See I knew some good would come from playing this game."
"ALRIGHT YOU TWO, YOUR 7 MINUTES STARTS…..NOW."
I bet ya'll are wondering what's gonna happen in that damn closet between those two but we will have to see...in my next chapter.
Stay tuned.