1 CHAPTER I

(LOVE SICK)

STANDING in the middle of the platform, Andrea screams, "Let's, party!" losing it for the night dancing and drinking. She has her world drowning for falling in love and ends up once more breaking in two. Taking the multiple heartbreaks at hand, she once again took the wild turn wanting the attention on to herself for the perfect night has just begun.

"Andrea!" rushing his way past the sea of the drunken partygoers, Sky forces his way seizing his kins arm dragging her down the platform. Fuming with ranged he screamed, "What do you think you are doing?" tightly grabbing her arm pulling her out from the middle of the hungry fangs good-for-nothing men in that club. He did not care who will see or will it be a shame. Taking the responsibility to babysit a spoiled heiress who stupidly believes in a childish fairytale of love and 'happy ever after', is too much to carry for a single night, yet he cannot afford to abandon the only person who believes in him.

Shaking her way out, pulling Sky's tight grip onto her arm, she demanded. "Let go!" trying to remain in place, holding onto a pole, she pleaded, "Just let me be, will you, Sky!" pulling her arm back, as Sky's hand marks and burns. She rubs it with her left hand with an irritating look warning, "I'm not a kid anymore, so will you please leave me alone!" pushing Sky away and turning her back, she continues to dance with someone, she did not care who. But before she could dwell once more in the grove, Sky caught her arm once more.

Hitting the end of his patience, Sky gasped. "That is enough, your drunk!" he pulls her out, yet only earning a silly laugh from her tapping his shoulder before once again joining the crowd. Unswervingly he closed his eyes with irritation scratching his head before taking a deep breath out. He shakes his head for having to look after a troublemaker in love and a broken cousin of his, a smart one, yet a stupid fool when it comes to love. Tapping his shoulder as he looks beside his kin's best friend, Bea is pleading sorry eyes, palms together, and guilty expression for not having a little help for her turn once sillier best friend. "It is okay, Bea." He assures hands on his hips, sighing, "That is it!"

Wide-eyed, Bea gasped, "Oh, no." following Sky in tails knowing that before this night ends, another messy fight will surely break in between the two. "This will not turn good." Worried as she was the one who called Sky to stop the drunken Andrea, two paths will leave her in jeopardy. First, she will be cut in between the fight once more between the two, and second, Andrea will scold her in disappointment for calling Sky. But she has to, or else everything will turn worse than they would expect. Either way, she has no escape.

Up with her drink, Andrea once more stands in the middle of the platform with exhilaration. "Let's party!" she screams, earning the cheers of the people at the club taking the worst mess that is plowing a problem for Sky.

Walking, Bea sigh in guilt and worry. "I tried to stop her, but she would not let me." Explaining the same old cycle of Andrea's behavior, for too much believing in love and being a naïve one. She held her breath and out, presenting with her hands pointing towards Andrea. "As you can see." Looking at the wild crowd around with the drinks high in two, she smiles with guilt feeling slightly useless for not being a help when the same thing happens.

Taking a deep breath in then out, Sky closes his eyes, refuting between his brows with a sigh, "Whose guy is it this time?" Nailing the bottom line as Bea smiles awkwardly, as she looks back and forth to him and unto Andrea, he calls, "Bea." Taunting a hunt, yet assuring her that he will not jump into a scene of confronting anyone, fully aware that in his kin naïve belief of the fantasy theme of love, every man she will bump into will be a stupid love story to tell.

"Uhmmm…" looking away as Bea tries to avoid Sky's eyes, she gasped, "You see…" trying to find the perfectly fitting word and a bit of lie, the guilty gestures that they can read and fully knew of her for being a terrible liar shows.

"Who is it this time?" Sky crosses his arms, exacting for the answer with the oozing presence of make it right. "Bea." He calls with the third warning as Bea is left defeated, hands up in surrender.

"It's not some guy or a new one." Trying to find the right words or perhaps a lie, she clears her throat, precepting. "It's Eric." Almost in a whisper, she unlocks her phone as she showed him the photo of the fool who left Andrea out on a whim with its first love who just came back in the scene and ruined everything. Now, with his wife happily married with their wedding photo.

Firmly closing his eyes, Sky gazes up to the drowning drunken Andrea by which he cannot help but sympathize, yet a limitation is necessary no matter how tragic might it be. "This is still not right." Almost in a whisper pitching with the problem at hand, broken or not, it's been three years since that break-up. "She took this far this time." Taking out the words with a sigh in response, Andrea's act of being okay all this time finally erupted.

Guilty expression with regret in two, Bea confesses. "The truth is Andrea did not want to let you know." Smiling halfway with a sorry and two, she nodded, confirming Sky's thoughts. "She's been hiding all the pain by dating guys she never likes. Making you think that she's changed, boosting her spirit up believing in happily ever after just like the fantasy of every children's book. But the truth she never did forget Eric."

Sky let out a low whistle shaking his head with the same old mess. "Tsk!" he smirks, his voice trailing off. "I should have known better." Knowing the thing and two, he should not have let his eyes off his cousin, and probably Andrea would not be a mess right now for foolishly taking the heartbreak tone to the past and the one who broke its heart, leaving the scar that hunts her. "She should have told me." Disappointed thinking that no secrets should come between them, he is taken by a moment of deep thoughts for not understanding his cousin more and only looks at it as its spoiled nature and childish acts. "Still, this is not the way to do this." Firmly standing to what is right, deeply hurt, as Andrea failed to move on, those three years is enough to let go. Too naïve and grown to that fantasy, he knows the difference of when you will draw the card between letting go or holding on.

Dancing her ass off, taking the spotlight all to herself, Andrea howls. "More!" with the crowd drunkenly equally joining her feast, she did not notice Bea waving her hand towards her, trying to warn her to stop as Sky is about to burst. Forgetting everything and did not have a second to look at it, as having fun is all that matters, she completely ignores it. "One more!" dancing, singing, and a certified drunkard-crazy, Bea facepalm for her once more turn-crazy ordeal.

Stumping his way up the platform, shoving the people away, Sky demanded. "Okay, that's enough!" finally reaching the final roof of his patience, he pulled and dragged Andrea down while it struggles with his grip. "We didn't come here, just for you to be wasted." He reminded voicing a sense unto its naïve mind while trying to keep what he knew about the deeper reason why?

Struggling still, Andrea protested. "Stop!" pulling her arm from Sky's tight grip, acting like a desperate broken-hearted heroine, somewhat she had the world against her. Sky becomes the number one enemy. She sobs, with her tears finally escaping. "You don't understand." Subbing in between words as she wanted to confess to Sky and tell him everything, with no secret rule between them by which she broke 1st a long time ago, taking a promise amidst its knowledge and with the greatest taboo to call as she did not confess everything about her first love. She wanted to run to his side and tell him how hurt she is right now, but she knew Sky would not understand. For with its natural genius brain, things about love is a dense word to call, worst her cousin already taken that path and learned the lesson the hard way. Yet, she is not her cousin nor strong enough to move on just like that.

Fuming with anger, as though Sky wanted to sympathize and understand his cousin's, there are things that you cannot change the things that are long gone should not linger and should stay in the past to be buried and forget. Andrea should long learn that you cannot force love, that if you love someone, you have to let them go and see them happy no matter how painful it might be. "What is wrong with you Andrea!" forcing his grip, holding her in both arms turning his cousin towards him facing, he scolded, shaking her to wake from her delusion. "Enough is enough! You cannot go back to the past. Let it go, just let him be!" Pleading behind his disappointment, to the times that he goes unto his cousin's rescue making him its mess up cleaner. He just wanted to snap her out of the truth, that fairytales do not exist nor the naïve thoughts everyone thinks of love.

Dropping the bomb from his cousin's mouth, Andrea realizes the turn emotions from between. Looking at Bea as it looked down with a sorry but sending the thoughts that Sky should know, and lying for long will only make it all worst, she wipes her tears taking a deep breath arguing back. "Wrong?" She retorted, letting go of her thoughts and pain that no matter how Sky could think of it as a stupid reason to cry over, her heart could not manage to let go. "Can't you see it? How can you be so cruel, Sky?" she cries, wiping her tears away pleading for a bit of consideration out.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Sky asked back. "Cruel?" he almost screams in dismay. How could she say such, knowing that out of all the people, she should know that from his past and what his life went through when it comes to that vehemence, he has the broken heart and deeper hole that is not easy to fill and mend. "I know it's not easy, but dragging yourself wasted like this? Be a bit reasonable, Andrea." Knocking a sense out of her taking into consideration his uncle and the trust it gave him to look after its wild only daughter, he took a deep breath, hoping to relay some sense unto her. "Your drunk, let's go back to the room, okay?" he ended up swallowing his anger pleading.

Leaning close, Bea signs a pleading yes to Andrea taking Sky's side consoling, "Andrea, Sky is right. We know how hurt you are now, but it's been three years now, let it go." She pleaded with a nodding act towards her.

Yet with the stubborn one, Andrea screams. "No!" rejecting as she shoves Sky's hands away, pointing back with the words. "I'm going to forget my suffering tonight, and no one can stop me!" remarking as they did not understand her at all or even try to be. She warns her cousin and best friend with her hand, signing a stop with a hard earn conviction word from her eyes.

Firmly closing his eyes once and for seconds, Sky could not take it anymore. "Andrea!" in anger grabbing his cousin's arm harder and forceful than before, clearly giving her the pain of his run-out patience. He added in adjuring, "We are going back!" holding her tight, dragging her out Andrea's mouth drop in pain as she can't react or say anything from his aggressiveness and anger. "You're not going to make a mess in this entire cruise." Dropping the threat, he can't afford to take the mess of his cousin. Not this time and especially not because of some stupid first love she can't let go off.

"Let go, it hurts Sky!" still struggling, trying to break loose, Andrea raised her voice, creating a scene-stealing some of the crowd's attention crying to be release like she is a damsel in distress in a romantic scene of a movie.

"Andrea." Bea pleads, trying to shut her up, yet to the rebellious phase of Andrea's illusion of being a broken-hearted maiden, 'no' is the answer.

Looking back, Sky shouted at his cousin with pure authority this time. "Enough is enough, you're talking this night off!" turning away with another step, and almost out of the club, a hand grabs him in return, constraining him to let go of Andrea, he is forced to face the 'Hero' of the play. Saving the day, eye to eye, his gaze falls to the damsel's knight, that with the dim lights of the club and the shadow-casting unto its face, its distinct blue eyes and strapping grip of a built body is all that he can picture of him.

Wearing a white inner polo shirt top with a blue long sleeve folded up to its elbow, black leather belt, and white pants. 'HE'S' build is traced unto its tight shirt leaving it open by its unbutton top, warning. "If the lady says she did not want to go, let her." Asking a fight as 'HE' nails a conviction of a fairytale prince in front of Sky, smirking as he moves his face close for it, the scrimmage is knocking for a bell.

Drawing near and a step forward, Sky faces the acting prince, and now inches away from each other, he firmly replies. "Mind your own business." Grabbing Andrea's hand dragging her out, 'HE'S' hand block his way confronting him once more.

Taking the sight as 'HE' faces the arrogant guy who somehow happens to boil steam out of him, he whispers, "Let the lady go. If she does not want to come with you, let it be." Knowing only half of it as 'HE' is aware himself from the whole picture, his somewhat tipsy mind is asking to be the unnecessary knight sticking his nose to someone else problem he knew he should not, but his urge tells him in an unknowingly why. "Be a gentleman, will you?"

Hinting the trouble that was steaming, Bea pinched Andrea's side, making her jolt and snapping her out from the sudden turn out of events complaining. "What?" Sarcastically asking, Bea signs in silence, condemning her for what is happening and about to happen that she is the very fault off. She shakes her head as she does not want to come in between a heated argument between two men.

Irritated, Bea gasped. "If something might happen that will surely be a mess, you are the only one to blame here, Andrea." Whispering building the reason and guilt unto her best friend, Andrea fell into the doubts and mix of fear for the worst as she added. "You started this, you're stubbornness leads us here, now act right and take responsibility." Shivering in annoyance, she wanted to stick her finger in her best friend's head to wake her up as the trouble is about to explode.

Smirking as Sky fumed flare, he calms himself, elucidating, "You're rubbing the wrong way here, as I don't want trouble." He asks signing to let them pass before everything could get messy.

Taking it as a threat and somehow with a tipsy mind snapping a screw out, 'HE' retorted, challenging back. "Neither do I." Grabbing Andrea's hand, pushing Sky off as it bumps into the waiter spilling all the drinks, and breaking the glasses that took some of the crowds' attention looking at them, a heated fight exploded.

"Oh My!" Bea screams as Andrea was stun in her place being grab by the stranger knight as everything turns the worst all the way around.

Taking a deep breath, Sky tried to avoid making a scene nor put himself into disarray, yet his patience is dwindling gone. "I'm sorry." Apologizing as he helps the waiter and stopping for a second to hold his anger. He looks back with an act, taking a step grabbing the 'knight's shoulder landing a punch on its face.

Jaw drop as shock plastered to Andrea and Bea's face everyone stops as the music pauses, now looking in their direction as the 'Hero' in the scene is now on his knee, wiping the blood on its lips.

Fuming with anger Sky screams. "Back off!" threatening as he had enough. "And stay out of our business." He added from the very first that he ever lost patience and was eaten by anger.

Snapping out from her stun-shocked moment, Andrea earns the guilt of her stubbornness as she drags his cousin into a fight Sky never dwell on before. With its world shut to anyone and the life philosophy of being alone all to himself away from anything and anyone he cannot and would not want to trust, she realizes that she just put the foul icing on the perfect cake with a rotten cherry on top.

"Sky." Calling her cousin trying to calm him down, Sky grabs her hand immediately.

Firmly holding Andrea's hand, Sky commanded. "Let's go."

Making their way out, neither that they knew trouble is just brewing worst for them.

"Tsk!" clicking as 'HE' wipes the blood on his lips, he krump his fist as he shouts, "Hey!" he stood up, taking a step forward grabbing Sky's shoulder as he gave another punch back.

"Sky!" Andrea screams together with the few ladies who are alerted with the glasses shattering to the floor.

"This is not good," Bea whispers, scared as they are about to go haywire of trouble.

Standing up, wiping the blood out of his lips, Sky burns with anger and too much trouble from the mess that just presented, krumping his fist, he eyes the guy with a death stare. As the crowed beams with the flag and a sign of trouble, taking the ruling step close as the other did the same, Bea screams as Andrea is stunned once more.

"Whoa!" with loud and deep voices rush in between, holding them off an arm spread wide in front of them as the other two are tightly holding them away from each other.

Taking a deep breath stepping in on time, a guy wearing a fitted white and black striped long sleeves shirt, green pants, and a black belt call attention. Looking at 'HIM' calling out, "Clay."

Smirking as his cousin just drops his name, he nods, leaving the one grabbing him behind wearing a white collared inner shirt top with plain gray long sleeves and pants to let him go favoring its name. "Kean." Looking back, calming himself assuring with a nod, he calls, "I can handle this Dylan." Proud, but in a misfit this time, Dylan only gave him with a stare of a no.

Arms cross giving the losing screw look with his cousin's out-of-character actions, he smirks in an argument. "Then what? Make a mess?" sarcastically retorted back, he looks at the other side, nudging the other wearing a black inner shirt and red polo with blank pants and belt calling. "Ian."

Letting go of Sky as Ian's nosy nature walks past him, observing with a quiet menacing look before taking Clay's side tapping his shoulder with an ear-to-ear smile saying, "Chill, boss." Naming his pen name as Clay's sight still pins, sending daggers towards the other side, his ever-nosy brain pulls one's brain up. "Look, we can always do this in a civilize way right?"

Nodding as Kean's response, he observes the other party noticing Andrea and Bea who immediately took Sky's side. Hiding from the back of him with Andrea's face plastering a mix of guilt and shock of scared, he figured out half of the entire plot nudging a sign to Dylan and back. Being a future doctor taking a medical course with psychology as his plan master, reading a person with their gestures is like an open book ready to be interpreted.

Taking the middleman with Kean throwing him the idea and two, Dylan looked at the both of them as he proposes, "Ian is right, why don't you both settle the score by a game?" smirking as bet and games is his forte, the two looked at each other as the turn silent crowd is waiting for the next scene.

Tagging her cousin's shirt, Andrea gestures shaking her head with a no. "Let's just go." She whispers. "I had enough for tonight." Pleading with a sorry plastered in her face and a mix of guilt for pushing her cousin into a pit, Sky nodded.

Ignoring the three of them walks away only to be insulted by a smirk from Clay basking with his words.

"Chicken out?"

Curled with annoyance and spitting an insult, Sky stops his track as Andrea firmly closed her eyes for a second and two bearing it too overwhelming. This night will not end up good, not at all.

"Tsk!" Sky smirk, looking back with a threatening glare towards Clay by which took its step forward. "What's the deal?" Heading up, earning a wanting smirk from him, he took the bet with the urge to bring and flop its very face down on the ground that took the cracking nerves out of him. Not just once, twice, but an alarming third chance.

Smiling widely, Ian's ever nosy soul hits his interest, taking the game title at hand. "What do you say? You both will be in a fair game of Beer Pong." Successfully taking everyone's attention towards him with an ooze of 'ooh's from the crowd, and with the two not breaking an eye contact sending threat back and forth, he added. "What'd you think?"

"Game!" in unison, syncing in tone, they both nodded, taking the deal and two.

The crowd cheers in excitement, having the attention, with a bet taking side and two. They move to a side where light is well lit, taking each end accordingly. Placing the cups on each side in a triangular shape filled with liquor, they are both given a set of ping pong balls, setting the game to begin.

"Sky." Worried and scared, Andrea called Sky, out pleading with him to stop the game. "Not this game Sky, we never knew what will happen after this." Hitting him with the danger not against the other party, but the threat of the liquor could do in his condition, especially with his heart. Yet, Sky wouldn't yield, determine to take the stake. "This is not good." Whispering unto herself, blaming her foolishness for not listening and acting way out of the call. She drags her cousin into a dangerous situation that could put his life in danger.

Leaning close, Bea whispers her worry to her best friend. "What should we do?" in agony, knowing too how dangerous the game was for Sky, Andrea shakes her head as it also doesn't have an idea and a way out, now that Sky took it seriously, clearly pouring the nerve and hate for the night. "Then we just have to look carefully after him." They surrender.

Standing in between and serving as the referee, Ian's typically nosy and happy-go-lucky nature paves the game. "Wooh!" raising his fist as the crowd cheer with him, he glances once and back to the two giving the rules. "The rule is simple, who will eliminate all of the opponent's cups by landing the ping pong ball to its cup will win." Proudly laying the simple role, the crowd started to cheer and demand the price and bet. "Okay!" shutting everyone by clasping his hand, he nodded, giving the bail. "The bet is simple, but to keep it interesting," talking like a real gamer. "Whoever loses will have to do three things for the winner." Looking side to side and back to Sky and Clay, the crowd cheers as they both nodded in agreement. "Then let the game begin."

In a thumping beat and the crowd cheers, Sky took the first shot. Missing the first and Clay taking the point, they earn both the boos and applause so loud that they are drowning the club's party music as their heated fight is just starting.

"This is entertaining," Ian claims, "I don't know what happened to Clay, but I'm enjoying this thing right now." He added, sticking his ever-nosy self-joining the crowd with Kean and Dylan shaking their heads in two.

Thinking the oddest thing somehow in a puzzling track, Dylan looked at Clay with doubts for acting way outside its boundary. To Clay's justified thinking and moves that crowned him to be the proper prince in the University, this is the odd chance and first that his been into a bet and even into a fight that he never did before. Like, somehow, he's been drugged of some sort, and everything that is happening now is the side effect of that drug.

"Andrea." As Bea whispers, looking at each other with Andrea's worried face and back to the ever-heated game, their focus pins on Sky. Clutching their hands in agony and fear worst than the game of winning and losing as the least of their problem, they are more concerned and focused on Sky's condition.

"Don't worry, I got this." Assuring as Andrea firmly holds her phone with the emergency number already dialed, Bea nodded in response as they were both in place, quelling themselves for the worst that might come.

Slamming the beer pong cups one for once, two, three, four, and five. Exchanging turns, hitting each other's cups, and drinking in a bottom-up, the round just got fired with their both stares lock unto each other, throwing daggers and nonstop.

Holding himself up, supporting his body with his right hand on the table and the other taking the cups landed by his opponents' ball, Sky is behind with a point against Clay. "Tsk!" gritting his teeth as his body is starting to get warm, setting its heat inside, he steals a few blinks and two clearing his slowly blurry eyesight. Taking a deep breath, he whispers unto himself. "Not now." Commanding rather than pleading, he pounds his chest thrice as his heart kicks its long but familiar pain by which Andrea and Bea immediately notice, rushing to his side.

"I knew it." As Andrea claims in a slight panic, about to hit the call button of her phone, Sky grabs her wrist, shaking its head with a no. But not taking a second chance as it might get her cousin in much worst condition, she disagrees, asking, "You need to stop this Sky, your heart might not take this." Reminding looking at the area of the scar her cousin once suffers from, Sky won't back down, pushing her instead on the side.

"Still on the game?" arrogantly calling out with a smirk, Clay notices something is not right, as the two girls immediately rush in its direction after seeing a small gesture of pounding its chest. Yet, taking it as a sign of a slowly drunken one, he put on a smile holding the thought that he securely has the winning ticket. "Well, you can always drop the white flag." Deliberately poking its patience, which earned him a satisfying insulting stare back, he smirks, taking the rather not amusement, but unknowingly what from the bet he somehow carelessly took.

With high alcohol tolerance and is used to drinking where he once drowns himself into, this is the first after years that he once more took a bet, a game, and a drink this wild after taking that promise from the past, he swears to forget but still lingers.

"If the crow's feather turns white." Taking another cup from the streak of Clay's favor, the crowd surely getting their fair share of excitement, cheering their bet one after another. Sky slams the empty cup down on the table easing the burning in his heart that is slowly rising. "Damn." He whispers in between his breath as the pain is creeping in.

Smirking as Clay is slowly having the rather amusement towards the person, he found irritating, yet somehow is kicking a familiarity the longer he observes him. "Let's see about that." Hitting another cup and a point gaining the upper hand, the window of his victory is simply knocking.

Noticing the redness in Sky's ears, Andrea read the dangerous situation at hand, but knowing the stubbornness that her cousin is acting up right now, convincing him once more will be futile, yet she needs to act fast of Sky will end up in a hospital bed for months. "I need to do something." She thinks of a minute looking everywhere and beyond the crowd. "I need to find something. Look after Sky for a while." Leaving it to Bea signing with a nod as its replay, she walks past the crowd heading to the bar. Tapping her palm, taking the attention of the bartender, she asked, "Apple cider." Requesting the remedy, she knew and always been effective for Sky, she waited for a while as she overheard a name that the two girls had been giggling about passing at her back.

"Could it be? I never expect that the Clayton Aims Wayneright is here."

Holding the thought of that name and the familiarity that it brings, a light snap unto her mind and memory. Looking back as she found and follows the two girls with her sight, she rushes running unto their side curiously asking, "Excuse me!" stopping as they looked beside finding her with a smile, she smiled back confirming. "I heard that you are talking about Mr. Wayneright, right?" adding the highest wonder in her side, the two nodded.

"So, your one of us then?"

Somewhat teasing her, yet she knew what they mean. She nodded immediately, faking an excited tone claiming for a second to be a fan, and among the swarming girls who wanted the attention of the bachelor, she smoothly jumps into their circle as they spill the beans.

"Well, you need to wait for a while, but if you want to see him, he's having a betting game of beer pong right now and right, over, there."

Pointing to the direction she is very aware of, the game, and the only bet that is happening right now draws the uncanny encounter she never expects to own. For the one, they knew is the same as Sky's taken worst enemy right now. More than winning the ultimate prize in a lottery, she smiles as she thanks them immediately, waving her hand. With her mind for a minute, that went into a buffer as she solves the puzzle piece from the once-in-a-lifetime chance destiny give her. Thinking deep as coincidence falls to the inevitable, her worries are exchanged, with excitement, whispering, "Destiny, you made me proud this time." Taking the glass of apple cider and coming across the beer pong cups filled with drinks. The next round is about to start. Looking back at the drink she's holding and down unto the beer pong cups, a cunning idea crosses her mind. "I hope you can forgive me because of this Sky, but believe me, it's all for your sake." She convinced herself, whispering, as she looks around making sure that no is at her, and before the waiter could come back to serve the cups. She throws the liquor of one of the cups intended for Sky, pouring the apple cider exchanging it, and back to its position. She quickly took a bottle of medicines, taking a capsule splitting it in the middle in two, she pours the powder into the same cup with the apple cider in Sky's both favor and worst. "Okay!" she cheered unto herself, knowing that before Sky could notice anything, he just drunk his prescribed medicine, averting them into more trouble she and her foolishness started.

Taking her position back, she whispers the words unto Bea, by which brows cross with a puzzling wonder and flooding questions for the 5W's and 1H all over. Shaking her head, she assures her of everything. Making sure that they didn't look suspicious, she made Bea walk away right after the next batch of the cup are arranged accordingly.

"Round two!" the crowd echoes, cheering over and over as Ian takes the spotlight, declaring it amusedly to the crowd's hype.

Both tipsy and still at exchanging shuts and earning the same first-round point, in sync, but competitively, they slam the cup down in one go adding excitement and more to the crowd.

Hitting a weird feeling like a different kind of heat is streaming up to Clay's body, he shakes his head, throwing the thought out as he continues the game. "What the." He whispers onto himself, cursing as his head is slowly starting to spin, and the heat is making him relentless.

With Clay's turn throwing the ball as it hit on his cup, taking the third in this round is more than enough and too much for Sky. "Tsk!" gritting his teeth as he holds his ground when his pride is what makes him stand. He is at the limit of giving in. Exchanging shuts as they both landed a cup on each other sides, it falls further in the corner beside his.

"Yes!" silently claiming her reward and just a second to celebrate before anyone could notice. She carefully observes Sky drinking the specifically wanted cup she wanted to be nailed by Clay which it did. "Sorry, Sky." Apologizing by the air as she sends the signal calling Bea's phone, Clay and Sky simultaneously throws a shut landing on the winning cups on each side. In a split second to the ever-heated rabble around them, gulping the cup and slamming it on the table, all the lights went out.

Everyone gulps quite a shock, as an echoing, a loud gasped. Counting a few in a hilt of the seconds in the interval the lights went back on. To the confused crowd taking a sigh of relief, Bea acted her best taking the attention as she screams, "Sky!" both rushing over with Andrea in two to the drunken collapse Sky now laying on the floor, Ian's ever loud mouth also calls out.

"Clay!" rushing the three of them unto their crashed friend laying on the floor knocked out, the crowd wonders in disappointment awe as the result of the game was undetermined. Immediately standing up and smiling widely, reading the atmosphere, taking his hyperactive front. He raised both of his hands, announcing, "Ladies and gentlemen, unfortunately from that sudden power interruption we couldn't declare a winner, but to still call this a night, and to not spoil the cut fun, all drinks on me, continue the party!" successfully listing the mood up with the crowd cheers joining in with the wild music as the club once more become lively and greater, their both parties aided their players at hand.

Helping both, with Ian taking Sky on the couch next to Clay, Andrea took her bravest ever front-facing Dylan.

"We need to talk," Andrea claims, standing seriously directly into Dylan's eyes.

Quite taken back, yet took quite an interest, he smirks, not expecting a bold girl to approach him with authority all over her. "Do you think I'll be interested?" teasing her for a bit, but wonders if he could hit her or the other way as she is the one who wanted to be hit by him, adding by the facts of the unfinished game that just happened. To his unaware world, he is caught red-handed like a burglar in the night.

"Tsk!" clicking her tongue for the thing or two of what Dylan means, and she is well aware off, yet didn't have the slight interest in doing so, Andrea immediately grabs his hand with the words of authority. "Come with me." Didn't care what he is thinking or even the slightest thing that is running on his mind. Her plan and destiny's blessing in disguise is the chance she cannot let it slip.

"Wai---" as Dylan wasn't able to finish a word when Andrea drags him away, leaving the puzzled parties in place.

To Ian's nosy nose, who immediately took his move to chase after, he is swiftly stopped and warned by Kean's threatening stare, leaving him in defeat hands up nodding in response and taking his seat beside Bea that draws an uncanny smile unto its face, perfectly knew what is the deal, as she only took a glance and back to the two knocked sleeping enemies that's life is about to change completely.

Pushing him on the wall in a quiet secluded area of the club and Andrea Blocking both sides with her arms. Dylan is somehow taken dull for second-hanging thinking for the familiarity of the scene that it brings, only that it should have been the other way around. "Just what do you think you're doing?" somehow taking the role of the heroine, he fixed his sight to the beauty who happens to be not such a lady he just found and realize now.

Taking her hands off, Andrea takes a deep breath out, holding her courage and thick face to ask for something out from the stranger he is no longer be for the next while. Looking at its striking grey eyes by which she somehow in a split regretted looking out, she claims. "I need your help. Skylar Ryker Ashworth, does it ring a bell?"

Thought of a warning, but not, the name hit the different target spot unto his entire brain's map. Smirking with the need and the plan in two this week will never be the same as what they thought will be.

WAKING up in a still tipsy way, Sky looked around, blinking a few times as his blurry vision slowly clearing out. Hearing the party beat making his head hurts, and worse, the game and the bet were out unclear to his mind. Looking around as Andrea and Bea's face flashes unto his mind, his phone rings, receiving a message from his cousin.

"Tsk!" clicking his tongue in disappointment, knowing that the two somehow deliberately left him alone and headed back, leaving him with someone to take him back. He rubs his forehead easing the pounding pain as scolding the two will have to wait for tomorrow.

"Sir."

Calling as someone taps his shoulder, he forced his eyes to open as a blurry figure of someone and a guy is aiding him up. Thinking that it was the one Andrea asks to take him into his room, he nodded and, without hesitation, let him carry him out of the club. Walking in a mess state as his sight could not make out the hallway, he pointed out as he gave his room number upon asking. "2006." He almost whispers as the aid nodded in response, taking him in turns, and to his sight, he made out the familiar hallway. "Were here on my floor, you can go back now. I can handle myself." With the aid who tries to protest as it intends to finish its job, he instead, giving him a tip and a tap on the shoulder, asking him decently amid his drunkenness to go back.

Nodding as it abides by his request, he supports his body as he leans to the wall taking a careful step, trying to keep his balance, as he reads the room number as he passes by.

With his sight that's slowly getting cloudy by each second making it harder to see his way, he shakes his head for once, and firmly closes his eyes, trying to gain a clear sight even for a while. Forgot the counting pattern that he did, he moves his face close to the room numbers as he read them in his mind. Taking a few steps to the next room, he traces the numbers with his hand as he chanted. "2, 0, 0," accidentally took a wrong step slipping as he bumps his head hard to the door, and with a closed eye rubbing his head for a bump. A number turns way down as he reads once more. "2, 0, 0, 6." Confirming as he took his key card only to find out that it is unlocked with the door slightly opens finding a shoe to be the culprit. Neglecting it by kicking it further inside automatically locking the door, he didn't bother opening the lights as it will only blind him out of drunkenness, and he is too lazy to do so with his world that's spinning 360 degrees in times. Stepping to a pile of clothes, as his eyes made out the quite messy room, he starts to wonder, yet before he could process a thing, a strong grip pulls him out facing him back.

Turning his body to the dark corner as his back hit the wall creating a thud, a forceful kiss crashes his in return. Taken back as his mind can't process anything and urge overcomes, the kiss becomes passionate as they exchange marks in the heat of the moment. Patting kisses on his neck as he aggressively strips down. A hand strong yet gentle is caressing him in a pleasant way he never had before. Crashing their lips back into a steamy kiss his back hit the soft bed. The kisses go up and down, searching every corner of his body like it's marking its territory. Pain hit him as he grunted, pinning both hands as it all went up and down, cradling the bed in each movement. Then, for a moment, the pain subsides as pleasure overwhelms. Telling, like a train that rushes, slow at first and fast in the middle then resembles a train, in the end, he was taken, definitely taken as they are both satisfied in that night.

"When we grow up, I'll come back for you and will marry you."

Slowly opening his eyes walking up as he felt the kicking pain of his hungover. He forced his eyes to open like a dream crosses his mind, yet he then forgot what. His eyes wander around, picturing the interior of the room as his cloudy sight is slowly turning clear, he felt a weight on his chest. Smelling an unfamiliar scent as a moaning voice snaps him back waking his soul up, red flag wails in return. "What the." Puzzled, yet he is not daydreaming nor even having a nightmare. He turns his head beside him as his sight drops upon having a naked man beside him. Gulping not in the time, he composes himself as he processes everything that just happened that night.

"Game!"

Clearly remembers the game and the bet, the passing time and the point as everything turns out a blur. He scans the room, realizing that it wasn't his. Mourning a stupid tone to himself, he slowly lifts its arm around him as the stranger he's just with is the one he just cursed and hated at that night. "Damn!" he whispers unto his nose as he felt pain in his lower body and almost tumbling down as he tries to stands up. "The hell." Shaking his head as that steamy night flashes back in his mind gradually, horror waves unto him as it sinks, making him pale in his place. "Did I just?" Looking back at the drop-dead naked and gorgeous hunk laying in a sleeping tone on the bed. He shakes his head, waving out the stupid thoughts as he just laid a look at how big it was. "I just lose it didn't I?" asking in a rather bewildered state as he can't imagine how he manages to take something that big, he slowly stood up.

Still having the pain, he took his clothes and immediately wore them in return. Taking a last glance, he opened the door as he stares at the room number marking 2006. Wondering as he has the numbers right, the loose number that originally at 9 played a trick, almost dropping him down. Too much for a bet they just won as he is the losing sheep in this novel.

"This is just a dream, no, a nightmare." In denial as he hurriedly walks away his story is just getting started as someone's nose poke in return that will make this stance a spinning roller coaster ride.

The higher you build walls around your heart, the harder you fall when someone tears them down.

—Unknown