Dare Kings

Chapter 22: Movie

"And that's the last of them," the farmer slapped the door of his truck, climbed inside, and drove off.

We had called in the farm to collect the herd of animals that turned our house into a barnyard, and now there was only one thing left to do for us to be satisfied- clean the damn place! And yes, that might've sounded a little harsh, but honestly? The hell with it!

I mean, we had to clean an entire house filled with manure, eggs, feathers- God knows what else. And guess what?

The stupid farm refused to clean up after their animals. Their mess, their responsibility, and yet we were stuck with the job.

We never signed up for this.

Those massive assholes were going to pay for all of it. And when I say all, I mean Tristan himself!

Ugh, Tristan...

Seeing Tristan naked-

Screw Tristan!

Fuck!

Ugh, I really needed some holy water because, no joke, I dreamt about it last night! And not in that way- seriously! Nothing was happening in the dream, but still, it was enough to haunt me.

Either way, he and his dumbass friends were going to pay for everything they did to us.

Big time.

Sigh

As much as I hated them- hated him, specifically, I couldn't shake this stupid crush I had. Ugh, such a shame...

Why did I like him?

I hated him!

This whole thing was so complicated. Life was complicated, and this crush on Tristan? The worst of it.

What the fuck was wrong with me?!!

I couldn't wrap my head around these feelings. I mean, what even was this? I had never dealt with this emotional mess until he- until that horse's ass stumbled into my life.

Ugh!

Why him, of all people?!

Yeah, sure, I had a tiny, barely noticeable crush on him, but that didn't change a thing. I still wanted my revenge, and believe me, I was going to get it.

"Oh, would you look at that..." Ashley said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I turned toward her. "What?"

"My tires," she scoffed, pointing. "They brought them back. Guess they knew better. Probably realized they couldn't mess with a rebel's best friend." She gave my hair a playful ruffle.

I laughed. "Damn right they did."

Ashley grinned. "How are you holding up? Still got the symptoms?" She asked, dramatically lowering her voice like a soap opera doctor.

I laughed, shaking my head. "Yeah, I'm better than last night. Still a little symptomatic, but I can survive- thanks to you and Chloe." I smiled warmly at her, then glanced over at Chloe, who emerged from the house, one shoe halfway off, her face twisted in pure disgust.

"There's more shit in that house than there ever should be," she said flatly, kicking off the offending shoe.

Ashley and I exchanged wide-eyed looks of horror.

"No..." I whispered in disbelief.

"Oh, yeah," Chloe confirmed, raising a brow. "We are so, so doomed."

Ashley groaned, clutching her stomach. "I knew it. This is how it ends- death by animal crap."

"Tristan's revenge," I muttered dramatically. "A shitstorm, literally."