Note: All characters are over 18 years of age.
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I sat behind her in sociology every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Her name was Becky and I hated her. I hated her because she seemed so perfect to everyone else. Everyone else loved her and it made anything I did simply pale in comparison. Even though I got better grades than she did and was better at sports, everyone liked her because she was pretty. She had even dated some of the same guys I'd dated earlier in the year.
Becky was also rich. Her father had passed away a few years ago and had left behind a lot of money for Becky, her mom, and her little brother through insurance. When I say a lot of money, I'm talking upwards of five million dollars. From her social media, I could tell that she owned the same pair of expensive yoga leggings in every possible color available. She had everything that I wanted to have, but couldn't, including bigger boobs and a bigger butt.
One day, our sociology teacher separated the entire class into groups of four. Somehow, I got put with Becky, Anna, and Skyler. Anna and Skyler were Becky's two closest friends. I was so annoyed because I hated all of them with a burning passion. They were all talkative, giggly, and to an extent, stupid.
Before class ended, Becky grabbed her phone off the desk and waved it in my face, "Mandy, give me your number so we can meet up this weekend and work on the project."
I gave her my number and then the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Becky and her friends started whispering together and I left, eager to get away.
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Saturday came quickly and I was due to meet up with my sociology group at Becky's house. I drove there around eight pm at night and when I arrived, marveled at how beautiful the house was. It was tucked away in the woods, with the closest neighbors about half a mile away. The front of the house was set with stone, giving the exterior a sense of timelessness. I rang the doorbell and Becky let me in. Anna was already there and we were just waiting on Skyler. We sat down in the living room.
"My parents and brother are out of town for the weekend. I told them I had to stay to work on this stupid project," Becky giggled, stupidly.
Anna pulled a bottle out of her bag and grinned, "That means we get to use... THIS!"
It was vodka. I drank quite a bit and didn't mind that Anna brought it to our group work session. In fact, I was sort of glad that she did. I knew that I was going to need it to deal with these three annoying girls all night. Anna gestured at me with the bottle and I shrugged, taking it from her and taking a small swig. The vodka burned my throat but I wanted to show them that I wasn't the quiet, shy girl they were used to seeing in sociology.
When Skyler arrived, we were all a little bit tipsy. Thank goodness the group project was fairly easy and straightforward. By ten pm, we had the majority of the project done and Becky was lying spread eagle on the floor of the living room.
"I'm so bored of this!" she complained, "Guys, let's take a break and play a game or something!"
Skyler asked, "Like what?"
Anna and Becky looked at each other and then looked at me, with a look that troubled me just a little bit.
"Dare or dare," Anna said, and I groaned and rolled my eyes. Weren't we a little too old to be playing that game?