Chapter 21: Chapter 21

Chapter twenty.

Zack's POV.

It seems like this game of truth and dare is focused on only me. I wouldn't know why. Maybe it's because I'm new in the group, that is why Ariana has been asking me questions since.

It will soon be my turn, and I have decided to go for truth. With what I think she's planning, it will be go bad for me to choose dare. A while ago, I let them know that I'm gay, there's nothing for me to hide there anymore. If I'll be joining them, I guess I have to let them know things about me.

"Your turn, Zack." She says, and I prepare. "Truth or Dare?"

I don't think of it twice. "Truth." She gives me a wicked grin, and I want the Earth and to swallow me. Maybe I should begin to rethink the fact that she likes me.

"So, how many guys have you dated?" Is this even allowed? Is she supposed to ask this? Oh, my gosh.

I know I can say pass and make her ask questions that I'll be comfortable with, but I just feel like answering this.

"Just one."

"Oh, how was the relationship?" I have noticed also that she has fascination for the gay life, since she has dated three bisexual guys before Jason. I hope Jason will be her bus stop though. It is actually comforting knowing she respects the gay community, which is one of the reason why I haven't gotten offended so far by her approaches.

"Really fine. But you know, it seems like he wants only...sex. I wasn't comfortable with it."

Her next inquiry makes me want to commit suicide...just kidding. "Are you saying you are a virgin, or at least the type that hasn't widened his peach?" She is being facetious right now. It is actually interesting, answering her.

My cheeks heat up, thank goodness, I am drunk, I don't feel as embarrassed as I should be. If I'm to think really deeply into this situation, I will conclude that they plan this for me. I mean, I have got drunk before she started asking me this questions. Rebecca told me that I'm high, by the way. I kind of notice too.

"Pass!" My voice shows all my bashfulness.

"Okay." She raises her hands in defeat and proceed to Adam, who's next in line.

I am looking down, not even listening in to what she's asking Adam to do. I don't want to look up, because my peripheral vision will sight James, and right now, I don't want to know what he is thinking.

Hours, after hours pass. The barrel is almost finished. If I'm think to count, I have drank more than ten cups now. My stomach is full, making me feel uncomfortable already. Only God knows how much work my kidney will have to do. Sorry kidney, so sorry.

Everyone is silent now. We have played more games afterwards. I even joined in the card game. Rebecca is now resting her head on my lap, while I am resting my head on her back. We are in a really awkward position.

A hand tap me from side, making me raise my head up to see who it is. When I do so, I see James from behind me.

"Hey, I want to see you." I don't wait any time, quickly shift Rebecca away from my lap, making her wake up.

"Hey, you going—" then, when she sees James, she uses her hands to rub her eyes, clearing away her sleep. "Are you guys leaving already?"

"Nah, just want to take a stroll." I am hurried to tell her. She nods, believing it since that's the truth and waves for us to go.

She adjust herself to be comfortable, as we begin to walk away. The night is deep now, the moon bright in the sky. In one of my supernatural books, this is the time the Werewolves will be out, and Vampires, looking for feed.

The thoughts makes me shiver, "are you okay?"

"Of course, just a... nothing actually."

Still looking into his eyes, seems he wants to ask me what it is I'm thinking, but keeps quiet. We continue to walk, and I watch the bright stars. Right now, the sky is full of companies and it is beautiful.

"Do you believe in some legends?"

James scoffs, "depends on the kind of legend." Sounding unbelieving already, uh?

"Do you believe in the brightest of all stars your eyes sees?"

"Excuse me?" He ask, bewildered. "i don't understand."

"The brightest of all stars that your eyes sees is the reflection of the sparkling heart of the loved ones you've missed, or that you miss." I recite the words.

"Excuse me one more time for I do not understand." He mimicks the way I had talked, like a poetic.

"My father used to tell me that when I was young. He would take me out when the sky is full, and show me this wonderful nature. It used to be lovely, and then, he would label most stars he knows to me. He made me discover my writing skills, my true talent. By those you have missed means those that you love whom are dead, and by those that you miss means those whom are still alive but you haven't seen them in a while." As I finish saying, I then realize that we have stopped walking. I turn to face James, and he does the same. I place my hands in akimbo style.

"He sounds nice." There's pain when he says so. I think I can relate, and can understand.

"Not anymore."

He just nods, seeming to have understood. "Don't they use to fuck up?"

I laugh at that. "Seems so." Then, I turn my face to the heavens. "Look up, James." He did so, and look up to the star-filled sky. "Which are bright?"

"Many."

"Good." I mutter under my breaths. "Look closely, and think deeply into the life you know you have missed." He let my words sink, and from inside my head, I recollects father's words, and I say it out. "Now, let your mind pick the brightest of them all, and whomever you think of that time is one you missed the most...or at least close to it." I have to add so, because whom he might remember could affect his reasoning, which is something I will blame myself for.

"No," he looks down. "I don't want to."

"Why?"

"Don't ask. We are leaving." He says, his words not allowing anymore argument. He wants the conversation to end.

I take his arms, and make him turn, "who is it?"

"I said we are leaving." He is angry. I want him to let it out. He is hurting. I can relate, as I have mentioned before.

"What's it? Open up, James."

"I can't. He was a monster!" He yells at me, and quickly reprimand his demeanor, realizing his breakout of anger. At least he's let his mind out. That is the most important thing, the reason why I had forced him to say it out. I still am thankful for being high, if not, I wouldn't have been able to do this.