What in the farm was happening inside our freaking house?!
I meant literal farm!
It was literally a whole zoo up in there.
Who in the hell did t- "Tristan!"
"Brendan!"
"Jax!"
We all shouted one after the other.
I was going to murder them. One by one. Slowly. Painfully. And I'd savor every single moment of it.
Every.
Last.
Second.
A crush? On him? That wasn't even in the equation anymore. The moment I realized it was him behind all this, every trace of feeling I had evaporated. Gone. Replaced by the unrelenting desire to make sure he regretted being born.
His death? Oh, it was going to be a masterpiece.
Then the smell hit me- a wall of pure filth. "And yuck!" The unmistakable stench of manure rolled through the house like some cursed fog.
And hay?! Why was there hay everywhere?!
They had this all figured out huh?!
Ducks.
Horses.
A Goddamn cow.
Roosters.
Sheep.
Goats.
Pigs.
Geese.
And for the love of all that is holy- a freaking donkey.
"Bloody hell!" I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration and rage.
Ashley pointed dramatically. "Holy cow."
I shot her a glare.
"Because... y'know... there's a cow? Too soon?" She gave an awkward chuckle and tried to avoid eye contact as I stared at her like I was debating her life choices.
"Yup." I exhaled through gritted teeth. "Yup."
"So, uh..." Chloe chimed in, her voice breaking through the fog of rage clouding my mind. "Where exactly are we supposed to... uh, sleep now?"
I clenched my fists, every muscle in my body vibrating with pure fury. Images of Tristan and his idiotic minions flashed through my mind- especially the one where they were being fed to sharks.
With a sharp pivot, my sneakers squeaked against the tiles as I stormed toward the front door.
I was done.
No more jokes. No more patience. I was ready to put Tristan's head through a wall.
Reaching their house, I pounded on the door like it owed me money.
A few seconds later, the door swung open, and there he stood.
Tristan. In nothing but a towel, with water still dripping from his wet hair and glistening on his skin.
The smug bastard even had the nerve to smile.
"Well, what a surprise-"
"What the hell did you and your wombats do to our house?!" I shouted, fire practically shooting from my mouth.
Tristan's grin widened. He stepped closer, the warmth of his body radiating off him like some sort of post-shower smugness.
"Oh, that..." He gave a slow, lazy smile. "It's called revenge, baby."
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Dare Kings
RomanceIt all started at the mall when three typical bad boys that relished doing crazed dares for fun targeted three girls to do one of their dares on, which caused combat between the two groups, making them rival enemies. Thinking it was the last time s...
