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Chapter 3.

The rest of school went by in a heartbeat. Luke had told me that he'd be home later, so when the bell rang at 3:10, I started my walk home.

I got there 15 minutes later, and when I was inside, I called Luke.

"Hmm?"

"I'm home."

"Okay, let me know if anything happens."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye."

I walked up to my room, throwing my bag against the plain bright blue wall of my room. I didn't even bother doing homework, so I got onto my bed, and took a nap.

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I was awaken an hour later by my buzzing phone. I grabbed it from my night table, and noticing Luke's contact, I answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Rachel, open the door please. I have pizza and a few friends. Hurry, it's cold out here!" He said and hung up.

Still a little tired, I walked down the stairs, holding the rail for balance. When I got to the door, I unlocked it and Luke and his usuals walked in. I wasn't hungry, so I walked back up to my room, finally finding the urge to do homwork.

Whilst in the middle of a literature essay, my door opens, and Luke's head pops out.

"You sure you don't want any?" He said, holding the pizza box in one hand.

"Yeah, I'm not hungry. Thank you, though," I told him.

"Okay," he said, backing out and closing my door.

As I'm writing, I hear their immensely loud laughs. It even makes me laugh, although I have no clue what they're talking about.

I finished an hour later, and walked downstairs into the kitchen to get a bottle of water.

"Would you rather skinny dip with a homeless person, or have sex with an old man" I heard Ashton ask.

"What the hell kind of question was that?" Cassaundra said laughing. "Do I have to answer?"

"Yes."

"Ugh. I'd rather skinny dip with a homeless person, honestly," she said, sounding embarrassed.

Noticing the games they were playing, I tried to quietly walk back upstairs without being seen. And right when I'm about to go up the stairs, I hear it.

"Rachel!!! Come here and play with us!"

"I can't, I have homework," I lied.

"Fuck homework," Luke said as he and Cassaundra stood up at the same time. I tried to run up the stairs, but they caught up to me.

They pulled me down the stairs, and making me sit next to Cheyenne in the big circle on our living room floor.

I'm scared, because there's always something that goes wrong playing 'would you rather' and 'truth or dare'.

Plus, you never know what someone might ask you, or make you do.