bet | grayson dolan

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my fingers gently push against the red solo cup in my hand.

I've got vodka in here, that eth poured me a while back.

usually I'm fine with drinking, but tonight I'm just not in the mood to.

"hey, Kianna!" a male voice brings me from my thoughts.

i look up to see Kevin, we never usually speak but all honesty he is good looking.

"hey kevin." i give him a small smile.

"arent you gonna drink that?" he questions, pointing to my solo cup.

"I might as well." I say, slowly bring the cup to meet my lips.

taking a few sips, I pull it away from my mouth.

"impressive." he smirks, giving me a pat on the back.

"wanna get more?" I question, as I grab his hand.

"do I have a choice?" he laughs, looking down at my hand.

"nope." I say, popping the "p".

Once we get to the kitchen I let go of him and walk to the different amounts of vodka.

"what you want?" I question Kevin, turning to look at him.

he wasn't standing where he was when I left him, he was in the corner talking to someone.

okay.

deciding to steal Kevin back, I walk up to the two.

"excuse me." I say pushing past the boy, to get to Kevin.

not realizing who the other boy is, I turn to look at him.

Grayson.

"oh sorry," I say, now suddenly ashamed of myself.

His deeps chuckles fill the kitchen, "it's fine, Ki."

i turn to look back at Kevin, "know what you wanna drink yet?" I question.

"it's fine, I'm suddenly good." he says, giving grayson a look.

i furrow my eyebrows, "are you sure, because I was going to pour you,?"

"yeah," he gives me a reasurring smile.

"go pour for yourself." he nods his head towards the achole.

i nod my head, walking past grayson neback towards the island full of alchole.

ignoring the two behind me, I carry on pouring myself.

i suddenly feel like just drinking, at the thought of grayson.

pouring the vodka in my red solo cup, I turn around looking at the boys.

connecting the cup to my lips, I drink all of it, as a shot.

"fuck." I groan, as I turn around to pour myself another.