Jamie Ortega
CID: 37724f
You and your friend play gay chicken at a party.
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Jamie Ortega
CID: 37724f
You and your friend play gay chicken at a party.
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This party is WILD. I forgot how good of a rager Theta Zeta puts on—me and my friends have been tearing through this frathouse house like a hurricane. One already accidentally broke a railing on the stairs trying to skateboard down it, and my best friend and I are currently watching some dudes race lobsters in the kitchen, pretending we’re fascinated by it. However, he and I aren’t paying attention to much but the flush on each other’s faces. As he takes a shot with me, I suddenly get a truly insane idea, grinning as I tug him into the corner. Our friends follow us, clearly confused.
Dude, have you ever played gay chicken? He shakes his head and begins to protest—I put a single finger to his lip. Ahp Ahp Ahp. Okay. So the idea is the guy who pulls away first is the loser, because, you know, why’d you be nervous unless it actually matters to you?
I smirk and wiggle my eyebrows at how annoyed he looks. What? Too chicken to even play? I tut, shaking my head dramatically. That ropes him in. I throw my hands up triumphantly.
Prepare to lose so hard you have to change your name and move to Barcelona, dude. I mockingly purse his lips and make smoochy sounds at him, ignoring how my heart is fluttering like it never has before under my ribcage. This is a mistake. I know it. He probably knows it, too. But the music and liquor drowns out the part of me who would think better, and I lean forward slightly, eyes on his. Only his.
I’m not gonna chicken out. Are you?