Truth or Death?

Scared? Not even close!

'This is it..'

I thought to myself. The night when Tessa and Faith would follow me to the dreaded house I've though about for a week now.

As I sat in my very last period of the day, I tried to pay attention to what the teacher was saying, but just constantly kept reminding myself about the footsteps I had heard the night my dreaded dare had chained me and kept me bound to this Friday night.

When the bell rang to set us free from our prison of a school, I jumped up and rushed down the hall, hoping to avoid Tessa and Faith.

"Ronnie!" I heard Tessa from a distance scream.

I kept my speed up knowing they would catch up either way. Making my way to the parking lot I ran into Josh.

"Hey." he said sternly.

"Hi." I chimed trying to look happy.

"I have to tell you something. But first, I have a question. Are you crazy?"

"No? Not crazy just not normal. why?"

"Why are you going to the Eastons?"

'Ugh.'

"What the hell? Who the hell told you?!"

"Faith did."

I growled. why the fuck was she spreading it around?! Now I couldn't back down or whoever she told will spread around that I'm a scared little girl!

"Of course she did." I growled again.

Josh followed me to my car and leaned against it.

"You want someone to go with you?" he offered.

I looked at him. There wouldn't be anything he could possibly do but hold me.

Josh is a classic high school hottie. He's about six feet tall and has a pretty decent build. He's got this black gorgeous hair that barely covers one eye. His eyes are blue set with white smooth skin and weird as it is to say, he has a nice nose.

"No. I don't want it going around that I needed someone to 'protect' me."

"Okay. don't say I didn't offer."

When I got in my car I cranked the radio to my favorite station and left. My phone began ringing off the hook and I didn't bother to check it. I knew it would be Faith or Tessa calling to give me shit.

I arrived home and walked in as I threw my crap on the couch and bounded up the stairs to my room. Laying down on the bed I squirmed around feeling itchy and uncomfortable. Irritated I stomped over to my dresser and grabbed the fake dead hand on the drawer and pulled out sweats and a walking dead tank. Walking into the bathroom I passed the mirror and stopped for a minute to stare at myself.

"Don't be afraid!" I mumbled to myself. "You have been through worse. On Halloween you didn't even flinch when you trudged through all those haunted houses and circuses!"

those counted right? its basically the same thing.

I looked myself over. Studying my mid length black hair, my bright baby blue eyes, and concentrating on trying not to break the look of bravery on my face.

Stripping down quickly and stepping into the shower I heard my bedroom door close.

"Hello?" I said sternly.

No answer.

I sped up my shower and got out and wrapped a towel around myself. Stepping out of the shower I sprinted to my bedroom door and opened it.

"Mom? Dad?"

No answer.

When I shrugged and closed my door I went back into the bathroom and pulled on my fuzzy fleece sweats and pulled on my tank.

Coming back into my room I plopped down onto my bed and buried my face into my pillow. Why would my best friends dare me to do this? what would come of this if I did do it and came out perfectly fine? nothing! but I sure as hell was gonna tell them off when I went through the whole night.

Thinking about how fine I was going to be and trying to stay calm, I passed out.