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Chapter Six

"Truth or dare?" Dianna asked Chris when the glass beer bottle stopped spinning on the coffee table in their living room, the neck of the amber glass pointing towards him.

Chris' lips curled up into a smile. "Dare."

I loved when people picked dare. Showed that some people still had some guts in the world. And I hate when you play this game and EVERYONE picks truth. Then, you're not even playing a game. That's just an interview. Or a therapy session, depends how you look at it. I'm always a dare picker. No matter how gross, funny, embarrassing, or weird the dare is, you man (or woman up, I should really say) and just do it. One time, I picked dare and I had to lick the bottom of someone's foot. Yes, it was the grossest thing ever, but it really spiced up the party. That's sorta my thing.

"Ooh," Dianna cooed as she looked around at us, impressed with Chris' willingness to do something. "I have a good one for you. Go skinny-dipping."

And almost as if we were on Saved By The Bell, practically on cue, we all started to ooh and ahh, laughing and cheering Chris on as he stood up from the position he was sitting in on the floor. He was going to skinny dip. This boy was actually going to hop into the pool without any clothes on. Now, I admit, we had been drinking for hours now. This wasn't exactly the first round of the game, either. So far, we've all had five or six turns. And each time, the dares got more interesting and more outrageous. But Dianna really stepped it up this round. I wonder what was in store for the rest of us for the next few rounds…

Chris started walking out of the room and towards the sliding glass doors in the kitchen that led to the pool. We all got up and scurried behind him, quick on his heels to watch him accept the challenge and complete the dare. He bravely slid the glass sliding door open and stepped out onto the deck.

"He's really going to do it!" Ashley laughed as we all watched Chris pull his t-shirt off over his head.

We all made it out onto the deck to watch Chris. His shirt was already on the floor, and then quickly, he dropped his pants and underwear, kicking them off to the side. His skin was nearly translucent, as white as a fresh bar as Ivory soap. We all cheered and hollered, cheering him on. And honestly, I just couldn't help but laugh. Tears were starting to form in my eyes and my cheeks were in pain from smiling so hard. And with quick movements, we all watched him move his hands to the front of his body to hold on to his junk and he took a running start before jumping right into the freezing cold swimming pool. Shit, Chris Colfer was my hero.

"My turn! My turn!" he called out as soon as his head came above the water and he swam back towards the group. "Get the damn bottle, because I am spinning it and getting one of you guys in here!"

"Only if we call dare, babe," Darren smirked as Chord ran into the house to get the bottle.

Now, we all knew that Darren Criss was a straight man. However, since he and Chris had the relationship storyline on the show, they had become flirty towards each other, even if it was jokingly. Chris knew that there was no way to get Darren to switch teams, and Darren was extremely comfortable with his sexuality to have absolutely no concerns or reservations in a fictional homosexual relationship on the show. It was just cute when Darren and Chris acted as if they were the old married couple of the group, bringing a different vibe to our little family.

Just moments later, Chord returned with the empty beer bottle. He gave it to Chris, who had swam up to the edge of the pool. With his nude body still submerged under the water, he demanded, "Everyone get around here. I'm spinning and one of you is getting selected."

And as he asked, we all gathered around. My smile was still on my face, even though I was hoping and praying that I wasn't going to get picked. Cory can't see all of my goods on the first day, you know. We still had an entire week left for that.

With a flick of his wrist, Chris quickly spun the bottle. Please don't land on me, please don't land on me, please don't land on me, I repeated in my head over and over again. The bottle wobbled on the concrete, slowing down over time. The sound of the glass rattling filled the deck area. Oh God, it's stopping in my direction, I thought again but in a much louder voice. I clamped my eyes shut, even though I was still smiling. I think I was too afraid to think about doing anything else. And it stopped spinning. The rattling of the class was silenced. All of a sudden, everyone broke into a fit of cheers. I opened my eyes, and the bottle was pointing in my general direction, although it missed me by an inch. And who did it land on?

I looked to my left, and I couldn't help but scream and laugh and jump up and down at the same time. It was almost too perfect. Like it was fate, or just really good timing and luck.

It landed on Darren.

In the midst of all of the excitement and cheering, my eyes caught Cory's. Now, I don't know how long he was looking at me, or why he was looking at me instead of Darren, but I wasn't minding it all too much. When our eyes met, I stopped laughing, and I'm not all too sure why I did. I just know that I was smiling back at him, and that everything seemed to go quiet, even though I could see Darren taking off his shirt in the corner of my eye. It was an eerie still moment that seemed to catch us. And maybe I'm crazy, and maybe he could have been looking at Darren when it seemed that he was looking right at me, and maybe I just had clogged ears from all of the loud noises, but I swear it was our small little moment.

Jenna came up from behind me and grabbed my shoulders, using me as a shelf to lean on as she laughed. I could smell the alcohol on her breath. I broke my stare with Cory to pay attention to Jenna, who was cheering Darren on.

"Oh my God!" Jenna screamed (and slurred at the same time, and yes, that's possible) as Darren proudly took off his pants shamelessly, not ashamed of hiding himself or shielding his goods from our sight. "He's naked!"

I covered my mouth in shock as he jumped into the pool alongside Chris, and I could tell Chris was having a moment. All of the blood had rushed into his face in pure embarrassment. Darren swam towards Chris, and Chris swam away quickly. This quickly led to a cat and mouse game that had us all bent over laughing, because of Chris' priceless face, like Darren was a hungry cat and Chris was a scared little baby mouse.

"I can't breathe," Heather laughed as she turned around and made her way to a chair. "I cannot breathe right now!"

"I've seen too much," Kevin said as he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"Who's next?" Mark asked with a devilish grin as he picked up the bottle. "Don't worry, no more skinny dipping. Just good, old-fashioned, truth or dare." God, anything that man said could be made into something very sexual. And while I wasn't attracted to Mark, I'd still tap it.

"I'm in," I smirked as I took Jenna by the hand. We both walked over to Mark. "We're both in," I clarified, speaking for Jenna.

"Me too," Cory smirked as he walked over to Mark. Score.

A mix of me too's, sure's, and okay's were heard among the group. While Darren and Chris played in the pool, and Heather took a break on the chair, the game resumed with the rest of the group. Mark spun the bottle quickly, and just like before, the glass rattled on the concrete. And when it landed, wouldn't you know, it landed on me. It was my turn. I had to really buck up and do this, even if it meant that Mark would go back on his word and send me skinny-dipping into the pool.

"Truth or dare?" Mark asked, and everyone's eyes were on me, still smiling and chuckling about Chris and Darren.

I had to stick to my guns and do what I said I was going to do. "Dare," I replied, prepared to do anything Mark asked of me, whether I liked it or not.

He laughed in a deep growl, looking around at the guys before looking back at me. Shit. "Okay, Lea. Give one of the guys a lap dance."

I wanted to die. Literally die. How was I supposed to choose a guy? If I picked Cory, EVERYONE would have it out for me. And how could I choose between the guys, Kevin, Chord, Harry, and Mark, because Chris and Darren were in the pool? This dare was a set-up for problems! I had to do something about this, and quick. In a very complaining-toned voice, I protested. "You need to be more specific!"

"Fine," Mark shrugged with a cocky smile. "Give me a lap dance."

Not knowing exactly where he was going with it, I decided I just had to make the best of it. I stood up and dragged a chair to the middle of the group, making Mark and I the center of attention. "To any song of my choosing?" I asked as I plugged my iPhone in to the speaker system that supplied the deck area with music.

"Whatever you want," he replied as he took his position.

Frantically, I scrolled through my artists, bypassing over Broadway soundtracks and anything embarrassing. What do you even look for in a good lap dance song? Instead of going on a sensual sex-filled song, I decided on dabbling in fun songs that just wanted to get you moving. Quickly, I selected "Don't Cha" by The Pussycat Dolls and cranked the volume all the way up. The beats started to come through the speakers and everyone started to cheer and root me on. I took my hair out of the clip that held it back and tousled it with both of my hands, picking it up a little bit and giving it some life. I didn't have high heels on, only flip flops, so my hooker strut didn't look as cool as I wanted it to look as I made my way towards Mark. He sat in his chair, proud of himself that he selfishly took the lap dance receiver position, with his smirky little smile placed on his lips. He looked excited, and I was just trying to look as sexy as possible in white capri sweatpants and a black ribbed fitted tank top, the outfit I always seemed to resort to when I was relaxing.

I made my way towards Mark, smirking at him as I approached him and placed my hands on his shoulders. I started to gyrate my hips, flip my hair, run my hands down his perfectly chiseled abs, and slide up and down between his legs, all while the song was playing in the background. I knew that I was getting cheers and catcalls from my friends, and I knew that I was supposed to be focusing all of my attention on Mark, but I kept twirling around and moving my head from side to side to see Cory's reaction. On the times that I caught his expressions, he once looked a bit shocked, and then surprised, and then I just saw him keep taking big gulps of his beer from his token red party cup. As I continued with the lap dance, I tried to focus in on his eyes, to see if I could get that connection back with him, but whenever our eyes met, he looked away again quickly, as if he were embarrassed to look at me.

I don't think I was dancing for more than thirty seconds before I decided that enough was enough. To signal that I was done, over, tapped out, I laughed and just gave Mark a hug before accepting applause and tips from Naya and Amber, single dollars that were stuffed into the top of my pants.

"My turn to spin!" I yelled out as I took the bottle.

I looked over at Cory, and he gave me a small half-hearted smile, as if he was unsure of what to do when he looked at me. I couldn't help but just to feel guilty. I pressed my lips together in a small smile back at him as I spun the bottle, not really caring where it ended up or who it was pointing at when it stopped.

I felt like I had crossed a line we never set up, and all I wanted to do was hide. The bottle finished spinning and it was pointing to Amber. She selected truth, and I asked her what she would do if she only had 24 hours left to live. I knew she answered, but I wasn't really listening like I knew I should have. After Amber finished answering, she took the bottle and spun it, and I politely excused myself from the group.

I headed inside, hoping that no one was following me. With my head down low, I knew exactly what I needed – a shot and some alone time.

Someone else didn't get that message.