The Dare (Dylmas)

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Dylan's POV.

"Me." I say. Holland looks at me and smiles widely.

"Give me your phone." She says. I hesitantly took my phone from the table and hand it over to her.

"Right so you have to type in a random number, whoever comes up you have to try hit on them, okay?" She tells me.

I nodded at her and went to type in a random number. I typed in my own number, changing around a couple digits and making it a bit more realistic for a number to actually come up.

The name on the contact info was 'Thomas🌚'. Wonderful, I'm a closeted gay and I have to try and get with another guy. I'm terrified that they'll question wether I'm enjoying speaking to a guy or something? The last thing I want is for somebody to find out, I'm not ready to come out just yet.

"Go on then. Do it." Tyler says, Holland nods in agreement.

"Fine."
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Dyl-Prickle🥒: did it hurt?

Thomas🌚: sorry? who're you?

Dyl-Prickle🥒: that's not the question .. did it hurt?

Thomas🌚: did what hurt?

Dyl-Prickle🥒: when you fell from heaven sexy thing😏

Thomas🌚: is this Kaya again?

Dyl-Prickle🥒: who?

Thomas🌚: that's not my question.

Dyl-Prickle🥒: well i'm not, hot stuff

Thomas🌚: fuck off.

Thomas🌚 has blocked you.
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"The fucker." I said to them, clearly annoyed. Shelley was confused as she was sitting opposite me and didn't know what was going on.

"The bitch blocked me." I told her. She nodded and carried on eating her bagel she was supposed to eat 15 minutes ago, it was cut off by her hiding in the bathroom.

"So who's the lucky lady?" Tyler asked me. I felt like I shouldn't have told him who it was, because I'm into guys. But then I realised that he has no way of confirming that, it is only a dare after all.

"His names Thomas." I told him, I looked sort of confused at him like I wished it was a woman, I didn't.

"Always speaking to boys huh, Dylan?" Shelley questions me, "We'll start thinking you're gay if you don't stop."

I froze for a moment, how would she get that from me messaging one guy and being 'friends' with a couple? How do I say that I'm not gay without looking like I am gay?

"Me? Men? Together? Funny joke Shelley." I tell her, nobody's getting in on my secret.

"Whatever." She says, looking at me, like she didn't need my answer. She already knew. I looked down and kept quiet for a few minutes.

I hate talking about my sexuality, not because I'm ashamed or because I think that people will hate me. I'm just scared of people leaving me. That's why I've put off telling my best friends, they're the only ones I've got left. I've only told one person in my life that I was gay. It didn't turn out that well, he left me. I haven't heard from him since he left.

"Anyways... Why don't we just go home? Play some games that won't make Shelley run away in fear." Tyler says, laughing at her.

"Sure." Holland says, then stands up to put on her coat. The rest of us follow her actions and leave.

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ahhh. this is so different to how i wrote it the first time. it was so unrealistic but come on like i was 13.. i've grown so i know to change it to be better. thanks for reading :)