Just a Double Dare

Chapter 1

Chapter 1
Chapter 1

"Get your fat ass off my homework, Kota."

We were in my room, laying on my bed, doing homework. Well I was doing homework. Dakota was just waiting for me to get finished so we can go to Stella's for dinner.

"My ass is NOT fat. But you on the, other hand hand, are a totally diffrent story.", He said poking at my butt. "Maybe you should lay off the cinnimon rolls at Stella's."

I slapped his hand away and gave him the bird.

He chuckles and rolls over closer to me.
"Seriously, Caroline, I wanted dinner 3 hours ago. Are you done yet?"

I rolled my eyes at his exgageration. "Well, If you would shut up and stop ask me questions every 5 minuets, I would have been done."

He groaned and rolled back over. "Just hurry up."

- Five Minutes Later-

"Alright I'm done ,let's go.", I say putting away my books.

No response.

I look over at him and find him sleeping. Just great. I walk over to his side of the bed.

"Kota, wake up."

"Kota", I say again while shaking him slightly. Still nothing.

I cup my hand around his ear and yell "KOTA!".

He sits up quickly and looks around dazed from sleep. "What? What happened? Who's dying?"

"You will if you don't get your ass up."

"Alright, mom. Let's go.", He said standing up and grabbing his keys off the night stand.

I chuckle at the sight of his hair sticking up at wild angles.

He looks at me. "What's so funny?"

I cover my mouth with my hand to hide my smile. "Oh, nothing. Let's go."

We both walk downstairs. I leave a note for mom explaining where I'm going in case she gets home before I do.

When we get to Stella's, we sit down in the same booth seat we always do. We don't even use the menus anymore we always get the same thing.

Our usual waiter, Mandy, gives a nod and heads to the kitchen to place our order, already knowing exactly what we're going to get.

"So how's football practice going?" I ask, sipping on my Coke that Mandy brought us.

"It's going good. Coach has us all working hard this year. He's making sure we win State this year." Dakota was the Quarterback for our high school's football team.

I nod my head in agreement. "You guys would have made it last year, if you didn't hurt your arm in a stupid dare."

My mind flashes back to me sitting beside Dakota's hospital bed and finding out he broke it trying to do a double black flip off a trampoline.

He flexes his arm as he remembers. "I know. Paul and the team gave me hell about it. I really let them and the whole school down."

I opened my mouth to tell him that the past is the past and it's a new year, but Mandy chooses that moment to walk over with our food.

"Here you guys go. Anything else?", she asks.

"A Cinnamon Roll, please.", I said glaring at Dakota. He grins wickedly and begins to eat his burger and fries and I began munching on my nachos.

While we eat, we talk about classes and other random stuff.

When Mandy brings my cinnamon roll, Dakota reaches over with his fork, but quickly retreats when I threaten to stab him with it.

"Okay", he says, holding up up his hands in surrender, " I get it. Momma bear has to eat to."

I flip him off.

After dinner, we get back in his car and drive home. When he parks his car in the drive way, we both get out and he walks me to the door.

"Thanks for dinner, Kota. I had fun as usual.", I said staring into his torquise eyes.

"Me to. So I'll see you tomorrow at school then?, He says running a hand through his light brown hair.

"Yep."

He leans down and kisses my cheek. "Bye."

A lone butterfly creeps in my stomach, but I instantly swat it down. Kota is just a friend.

As if sensing my thoughts, He gives me a small smile,walks off the porch,and gets in the car and leaves.

I look out to the empty drive way before I finally unlock the door and go inside. I hear the TV on, so I walk in the living room.

"Mom?"

She's asleep on the couch still clutching the remote.

"Hey,mom. Wake up. You'll get a crick in your neck if you sleep on the sofa."

After directing a half-awake mom to her room. I began my journey upstairs, my eye lids becoming heavy with every step.