Summer Break

An eruption of 'Ooh's' surround us. In a mocking manner the crowd wiggled their fingers towards me. I roll my eyes at them and focus in on Peter, whose gaze hadn't strayed from me. 

His dark eyes burned through me. It gave me a shiver down my spine, but I gave him my own. I narrowed my eyes at him and leaned closer to him saying it again. Dare.

He cocks his head to the side at me and smirks annoyingly wider. Dangerously close to a smile. 

He licks his lips and brings his hand to his face rubbing his chin. He pretends to go deep in thought. He puckers his lips and rolls his eyes up to the sky. Then he pretends to get an amazingly good idea. He snaps loudly and shouts. 

"I've got it Whitfield." He smirks. He glances around the crowd for, I'm guessing, suspense. "I dare you to stop being a bitch." He laughs. 

He erupts in laughter and slaps his knee in faux humor. The crowd boo at him and yell at him to give me a better dare. The girls around him beg him to move on, no doubt wanting to use their turn to touch Peter, even though they were already half on his lap. 

One of the girls, a blonde who I recognize from school, looks over at me. She was beyond gorgeous but the once over she gave me ruined it. 

She flicks her long hair over her shoulder and crosses her arms, popping her hip out. She looks at me like I'm the most disgusting thing on this earth. 

"So Charles," She says, spitting my name out. "What's the farthest you've gone with anybody?" 

I roll my eyes at her, cocking my head in annoyance. I give her a once over, just for show, and meet her eyes again. Her eyes were the prettiest of blues, light and crystal clear. Her lashes were long and touched the bottom of her brows. 

What a waste of face. 

"I chose dare, not truth dumbass." I spit. She rolls her eyes when everyone bursts into laughter. She was trying a condescending attitude, and I knew it when she sat down on the arm chair facing me. She leans over me, her hair sliding over my face, and stroked my face with the back of her hand. 

"And I'm asking you, how far have you gone?" She repeats, this time close to me. So close she has to whisper. Her warm breathe fans over my face. 

I don't break eye contact, not even when she leans impossibly closer, her hair moving around the both of us, shielding us from prying eyes. Still, we have a staring match, both of us daring the other. 

Her cat-like eyes narrow into slits, and I do the same. Her eyes barely even showing from her mascara-coated lashes. 

For some reason, during the middle of this, a memory had slipped into my head. One I'd long forgotten about that surfaced. 

"Hey Charles." One of the girls taunt. 

It wasn't even first period and already the girls were starting. They'd already started on the bus and were filing in to the bathroom. Each one planting themselves in front of a mirror to fix makeup or look at themselves. 

The leader, a girl named Maddie, steps through the door and locks it behind her. It's only then that the other girls finally turn away from the mirrors to face me. They all sneer with gloss covered lips and tsk loudly. 

"Hey Maddie." I say. 

Maddie doesn't say hi back. The other girls laugh at me and point. 

Maddie steps forward, getting in my face. "So what's this about you and Peter Nixen?" She tucks her hands in the pocket of her skirt and rubs her chin.