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didn’t recognize. From the satisfied grin that spread across Miguel’s face, Daylen assumed that this was a good thing. The girl looked nervous, not that Miguel noticed.
    Daylen watched as they both stood up and walked towards a closet in the entryway of the house.
    “Who’s got the clock?” Miguel asked.
    “We got it!” A group of guys not yet participating hollered back.
    “Ready. Set. Go!” Several teenagers bellowed as the two slipped into the closet and closed the door.
    After that everyone began to chitchat in their own little conversations, waiting out the seven minutes. Daylen’s eyes kept going back to the occupied closet. She had no idea what all could be done in there and her nerves were frayed. She kept her palms flat against her thighs, afraid that if anyone looked close enough, they’d see her hands shaking uncontrollably. She could even feel the sweat from her palms seeping into her tights. She self-consciously rubbed her tongue over her braces, fearing she would cause someone serious damage if any of the boys kissed her.
    Finally, the boys keeping time started a loud countdown.
    “…five, four, three, two, one!” The whole party yelled out, joining in the countdown.
    Daylen watched as the door opened and the partygoers grew quiet in anticipation. Miguel stepped out and the biggest grin Daylen had ever seen was plastered on his face. Along with a decent amount of pink lipstick. The girl walked out behind him with a coy smile as she wiped her lips and adjusted her shirt. And Daylen nearly jumped out of her skin when the crowd burst out suddenly with whooping cheers.
    Miguel grabbed the girl’s hand and went over to one of the couches in the living room. Where they continued their make-out session. Apparently, all had gone well in the closet. Another guy and girl replaced their spots in the circle and the game continued.
    Daylen’s heart started to pound when it was Whitney’s turn. She started up a chant in her head. Please don’t land on Chase. Please don’t land on Chase… Luckily, someone must have been listening, because it landed on a fairly cute boy, though Whitney turned up her nose and flat out said no. In fact, whenever a boy spun the bottle and it landed on her, she seemed to be the only person in the group that was allowed to say no. Daylen didn’t think it was very fair, but she guessed popularity overruled fairness.
    Next up, it was Chase’s turn. At this point, Miguel had rejoined those who were watching the game. He couldn’t help but be a part of the revelry, and seeing his friend up next, got him pumped.
    “Uh ohhhh!!! It’s the birthday boy! Who’s gonna be the lucky lady?!” Miguel called out.
    Chase smiled slightly and leaned forward to grip the bottle. He gave it a hard spin. All the girls in the circle seemed to hold their breath in excitement. Daylen watched in slow motion as the bottle began to decrease speed. On its last revolution, she held her breath as it nearly landed on Whitney. When it did finally stop, the whole room held its breath. It took several beats for Daylen to register where it had landed.
    She stared down at the open mouth of the bottle, as it stared back at her. Oh. My. God! Her eyes flew up to Chase and he looked like he was going to have a heart attack. Whitney got up and stormed off in a fit of rage. Amy bounced happily next to her. It was Miguel that finally broke the silence.
    “Oh shit! It’s the birthday boy and the birthday girl! It’s…about…to…go…down!” Miguel whooped excitedly.
    At their immobility, the crowd started to chant, “Do it! Do it! Do it!”
    Miguel quickly walked over and tugged Chase up to his feet. He then stepped through the circle with Chase in tow. He reached Daylen and pulled her up as well. Miguel walked them over to the closet, opened the door and pushed them in.
    Daylen could hear the boisterous sounds of the crowd on the other side of the door. She was surprised she could even hear them over the