Tayla’s House

Friday night at Tayla's place…

I didn't originally get an invite, it was meant to be a girls only night at her place. Some drinks, movies, snacks, girl talk... I don't know, I wouldn't know, I'm not a girl.

Anyway, when I was sitting in Michael's basement, playing PlayStation, my phone began to buzz.

Text after text came through from Annie.

Annie: Tayla's place, now!

Annie: We need you to come round!

Instantly, I felt excited. I paused the game to send a reply, asking for her address.

“What the fuck are you doing,” Michael asked, knowing I never did this.

I ignored him, too busy trying to get the address from Annie. Maybe I was just thinking with my cock but I wanted to hang out with them, friend zone or not. Once I had an address, I was set, “Sorry Michael, bit of an emergency, got to get home.”

“What sort of emergency?”

I gathered my belongings, trying to think of an excuse but I blanked out, “I'll talk to you about it tomorrow,” I lied.

Michael had been my best friend for over a decade so I felt a little guilty to lie to him. But I didn't want to explain where I was going, just to be bombarded with questions and be told that I don't belong with them. I had heard enough of that from him at school over these last few weeks. To be honest, I think it was purely a jealousy thing.

So off I went, 15 minutes later, I was knocking on the door of Tayla's house. You should have seen how quickly I was driving. Whatever they ‘needed’ me there for, I was psyched for it!

Knocking on the front of her double story house, I could hear giggles from inside.

They were obviously inside without any parents home. After a few minutes, Annie opened up the door, she had a white robe on which made me wonder what she had on underneath. She didn't say anything, just grabbed me by the hand and led me upstairs.

“Annie... what's...”

“Just wait a second hun,” she said, taking me into a bedroom that I presumed was Tayla's.

In the middle of the room, near the queen sized bed was a black spinny office chair. Annie led me to it, making me sit down. Again I was about to speak, but she stopped me, this time putting her finger to my mouth, “Just let me explain...”

From the smell of breath, I knew she had been drinking. Whatever was going on here, I had assumed they were all at least a little tipsy.

“We have something we want to settle...” she told me quietly, lAll we need you to do is sit here and once we're all done, you've got to vote for a winner...”

A winner? What? What the hell was going on?

Annie would barely let me get a word out.