*VIVIAN'S POV*

By the time I've wiped away the last of my tears, most of the guests have left. We're still in front of the little bar, tinkling around drinks and making awkward small talk.
The guys are hiding something. Whenever one of them speaks, they start whispering about a "game" and "partners."
Oh. Yes. Of course.

There's still a bubble in my stomach from seeing the man who ruined my life, and my throat is dry. I lock glances with Kylie and she motions with her head at the guys, who are getting ready to speak.
"We're gonna play the Sex Pistols," Louis says with a twisted grin.
Ella groans. We already told her about it.

"I thought you didn't like anyone though?" Amber questions.
"So?" Harry shrugs.
I roll my eyes.

Sex Pistols is the game where they choose a 'sex partner,' and then fuck them all year. I know about it, although I've never been a part of it. Because really, just having sex all year? What's the point?

Besides, it's just for their pleasure. They don't love anyone anymore. Ever. Obvious point.

"Fuck that," I reply carelessly and the girls and I start for the other rooms, and then the guys snickers sound like they're thinking of something.. again.

As we all part to different rooms, I start for one where I left my book. Just as I leave the door slightly ajar and grab my book, The Hunger Games, someone whispers something.
"Vivian. Can we talk?"

"Shiiiiiit."
"Hey, calm down." Liam chuckles as he tips the book out of my hand.
He's taller than me. Very tall.

"What?" My voice quivers.
"I pick you."

"I didn't want to play!" I reply in an annoyed tone.
"You're playing," He says firmly.

My heart is beating like a rocket as I breathe.
"Okay. Let's go tell them."

Notes

BAM. IT HAPPENED.

~Cami