*****The following story is inspired by true events and everyone in this story is 18******
My name is Peter and I'm 18 years old. I am gay! The following story is a retelling of my final night of high school with a few of my friends from the football team.
David and I were at the local supermarket picking up some snacks for tonight's little get together. Tonight was the last night of High School. The last four years flew by quickly. The latter two years, I spent it on the football team. For the first couple of months of being on the team I made sure to keep my sexuality a secret. My team would love to crack gay jokes around and I wasn't sure how they would treat me if I came out to all of them. But over time, I slowly came out to some of them. Eventually coming out to the entire team. None of them gave me any flack toward my sexuality. Which was awesome. With permission, they continued to crack gay jokes and sometimes they went a bit too far. Which I made sure they knew they went too far, and they would apologize.
The little get together was going to be at Martin's house. It was only supposed to be the five of us. The five of us were kind of a small little crew in high school, we did basically everything together. So it made sense we would spend our last night of high school together.
Martin, was the oldest of the group. He was 19 and held back a year in Sophomore year. He was Latino with light skin, with a buzzcut for a haircut. His chin was well defined and had a goatee. Martin was also very tall, he towered over me at six feet two inches. I was 5'8.
Ludi, 18, was a student who immigrated to America in his freshman year. When he first joined the football team he was a scrawny kid, but now he is buff. Really buff. Close to Henry Cavill. He was the same height as me and was light skin. No facial hair.
Darius, 18, was the black member of our group, he stood at six feet even. He was muscle thin. Having a six pack that all the women would drool over. Including myself, but I never told him that. His hair was cut short and he had a trimmed beard that ran along his jawline.
Then there was David, who just turned 18 last week. He was the white guy of the group. Although I was white too, I had a tan, David didn't. It's why he got the nickname, Ghost. Because he was so white. He stood at five foot nine inches. He was not only on the football team, but also the soccer team. When the football season would end, he would be on the soccer team. Martin was also on the same team. As a matter of fact, David was the soccer team captain and he led our soccer team to champions. David had shoulder length blonde hair, with no facial hair. He rocked the babyface look, so he made sure to shave every day.
"Is that everything?" David asked as before stepping into the cashier line.
I scanned through the basket and saw everything on the list and said, "Yup, seems so."
The two of us entered the line and began to converse about the upcoming night. "I heard, Martin is going to get us beer," David whispered into my ear.
I raised a brow, "Oh, really? Hopefully we don't get stale beer like last time."
"Hey! He didn't know they were his old man's lost beer."
"Who even loses beer like that? And for that long?"
David shrugged.
"You know, I could borrow one of my brother's bottles of liquor."
"You'd do that? Won't he get mad?"
I shrugged, "I'll make it up to him somehow."
David and I went through the cashier and paid for everything. Then we got into his car and drove to my house. Where I went in and checked if my brother was home. No one was. My parents were at work and Brandon was probably out somewhere. I went to the door of his room and slowly turned the knob. When the door opened, I was shocked to see Brandon laying face down on his bed only in his underwear. He seemed to be fully knocked out. I called out his name and got no response.
The alcohol was on his dresser on the other side of the bed. So I had to walk across his room to get it. Slowly, I began traversing his room and made it to the other side. Now over the dresser stocked with alcohol, I began looking for a nearly full bottle.
I found a bottle of whiskey that wasn't opened, I reached for it and that's when I heard a voice coming from behind me, "What are you doing, Pete?" It was Brandon.
I gulped and turned to him holding the bottle in my hand, "Was going to borrow..."
Brandon was now sitting up on his bed, interrupting me, "Let me guess, you and your little friends are going to have a final night party?"
My response came as a nod. There was silence for a few seconds and I was worried he might start yelling but instead he said, "Take it, you owe me 30 bucks. Have fun and be safe and whatever."
I let out a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you Brandon, I really..."
"Oh shut up and get out of here before I change my mind," he said as he laid back down.
I nodded then left. With the whiskey in hand, I hopped into David's car and we drove off to Martin's.
Everyone got to Martin's house around 8pm where we quickly got to drinking while watching a movie. It was a drinking game. And by the end of the movie, the majority of us were drunk off the beer and whiskey we had gathered. As you can see, Martin got unexpired beer.
It was 10:30 when the boredom began to sink in and we decided to play a little game. The five of us sat around in a circle as if we were going to play Ouija. Then David grabbed an empty glass bottle and said, "Let's spin the bottle and whoever it lands on has to answer a question from the spinner."
"Isn't this the shit girls do at sleep overs before they fuck?" Darius said.
The entire group laughed.
"No," Martin began to say, "They do each other's nails and then they fuck," another round of laughs came out.
Darius was the first to grab the bottle and spun it. It landed pointing at Ludi. Darius smiled and said, "Alright Ludi, you the first, did you let me win in the Street Fighter V tournament?"
Darius was referring to a tournament at the local arcade, where the final match was between him and Ludi. Ludi had won the previous two tournaments. While Darius, despite participating in the previous four years, had never won a tournament. Darius had spent an excruciating amount of time training for it. So when the final match came up, it was neck and neck, but it was Darius, who was victorious. It seemed that Ludi had messed up, so he said. The rest of the group figured Ludi threw the match for Darius to win.. Every time Ludi had been asked, he always denied it. Made me wonder if tonight he would continue to do so.