Page 85 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

"Oh."

I was too tipsy to even pretend that I remembered that.

Charles looked curiously over at his brother and then back at me.

I followed his gaze, seeing that he was already at the bottom of the glass of whatever hideous stuff Celeste had given him. Meanwhile, Brady was giving him an animated explanation of what happened in the last Spider-Man movie.

To his credit, Jonas looked like he was listening, laughing at whatever Celeste and Angie were interjecting.

Apparently, I was the only one that Jonas had a problem with.

And here I thought he was just an asshole.

Oh shit. Was I the asshole? Was that why he wanted nothing to do with me?

"So, how has it been living together?" Charles asked, clearly trying to sound casual.

I rolled my eyes at his obviousness.

"It's been swell, right Jonas?"

I wasn't sure what came over me, other than pure annoyance. I wanted to stand up and shout ‘why do you have a problem with me?’ instead, I chose to make it awkward for the fucker in a different way.

Jonas looked over, his gaze snapping to mine.

"What?"

"We have a great time living together, right? We're the best of pals."

He arched a brow, a touch of that haughty expression he usually wore in my presence coming to light in front of everyone.

"No one says ‘pals’ anymore," he informed me, his voice deadpan, and I practically wanted to cheer. He'd shown his true colours in front of everyone, and even though everyone laughed and teased me, I didn't care.

His brown eyes lingered on mine for a moment, and when he turned back to the others, he didn't seem like he could smile with as much ease. I could tell that he felt my eyes on him.

It was weirdly sadistic of me. I didn't want him to have a good time, not when he couldn't even give me the time of day for no reason.

I tried to ignore him after that, but my eyes kept flying to his face, the way they always did. Asshole had to be so damn pretty.

"And I don't even like boys," I muttered to myself half-heartedly.

"Hm?" Charles asked, leaning closer.

"Nothing," I said quickly, realizing I had spoken out loud.

Luckily, a bunch of arguing started on the other side of the living room, distracting Charles.

"Come on!" Angie was insisting.

"Please!" Celeste joined.

I didn't know what the hell was happening until a bunch of people started to groan and agree.

"That's my cue to get back to my room," Jonas said, trying to push to his feet.

I watched, amused, as he was pulled back down.

"No way!" Angie cried, still clinging to his arm. She had it bad already, but Jonas didn't seem too interested.

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