Honey, I Dare You!

IX.

"Where are we going?" I ask. It's dark and I swear we've been riding around for at least 2 hours.

"I don't know." Brett replies bluntly. I shrug my shoulders and continue to stare out of my window. After a long period of awkward silence Brett speaks up in an aggravated tone, "How come you never told anyone? He could have done it again!" I look at him with wide eyes, "It would have been useless to say anything."

"What do you mean, useless?" He asks. "No one would have believed me. Who would you believe, a gorgeous guy who's very social or a girl who can barely even make eye contact with anyone without freaking out?"

"You think he's gorgeous? What about me?"

"Brett!" I yell, making him giggle, "That's not the point." I laugh along.

"On a serious note, I'm sorry you had to witness my angry side. I hope I didn't scare you too bad."

"It's not the first time I've witnessed your angry side and it was actually kind of hot." I blush. I can't believe I just said that out loud.

"Remember when you told me I was living a cliche life with the whole horrible past and finding the perfect girl to make it all better?" I nod. "Well, now you're living a cliche life. When you suddenly fall for the bad boy."

"So now you're a bad boy..." I tease.

"I can be as bad as you want me to be." he winks. My face flushes a tomato red and I can't help it but to laugh.

"Honestly, I think I should take you home, your dad was pretty strict about me getting you home as soon as the Bash ended."

"When did you talk to my dad?"

"That doesn't matter." Brett smiles.

I shake it off, "I don't want to go home yet." I pout.

"Well, lets go to my house. My mom and sister are out." he smiles.

"Okay. I'll let my dad know."

***

"I'm actually glad you brought me to your house because I kind of forgot I had a truck and left it here..." I say awkwardly getting out of his car.

I walk over the threshold entering Brett's house. "I love your house." I smile. "I want to see your room." I turn to look at him. He grabs my hand and I think I die a little inside. "Follow me, princess." I blush at his choice of nickname for me. I've blushed so many times tonight and it's annoying.

"We make it to the the top of the long spiral staircase and I am begging for more oxygen. Brett looks at me with much concern in his eyes.

"For a dancer you sure are out of shape."

"Shut up." I reply, standing up straight.

He continues to lead me to his room. He turns the doorknob and enters. I take a second to take in my surroundings. His room is way different from what I expected. I expected plain walls with simple decorations, like a lamp and a desk. But he's got a room with white walls, black and silver decorations, with plenty of trophies and sports and playboy posters.

"Wow." I whisper. How original.

"You like it?" he asks with a smile.

"I actually feel uncomfortable. I feel like your little playboy chicks are staring at me." I cringe.

"Maybe, you can be on my wall too."

"Oh, no. Don't even think like that." I slap his chest. "Did you just hit me, Olivia-Grace?" he draws closer to my face. He clasps both his hands on the side of my head and I can feel his breathing on my wanting lips. Right when our lips are about to touch the doorbell rings.

"So cliche." I whisper.

"What do you mean by that?" Brett grabs my hand again walking me back downstairs. "When the bad boy and nerd are finally about to kiss something always happens." I throw my free hand in the air in annoyance but I laugh and so does Brett. "You're such a dork." Brett opens the door and a petite brunette runs into his arms and kisses him on the lips. I freeze for a moment before snatching my hand out of Brett's. I decide not to run off because I've been doing that all of my life and I'm tired as hell. Damn that long staircase. Brett shoves the girl off of him.

"Peyton! What the fuck are you doing!?" He yells. Oh like you don't know.

"What do you mean? You know why I'm here." She twirls his tie. "What is that thing doing here?" She points at me.

"I'm serious Peyton! I didn't break up with you just for you to come running back to me! And that "thing" is my girlfriend."

When I realize my mouth is wide open I close it hurriedly. What's going on? Is he secretly dating his ex and just doesn't want me to find out about her or is she just really dumb?

She throws one hand on her hip, "Brit told me you wanted me back because you broke up with Ophelia-" She motions towards me. Ophelia?

"That's not..my name." I interrupt and she looks at me, "Activia?"

"That's a yogurt-nevermind, continue."

"I don't know why Brit told you that I wanted you back, I'm guessing she wanted Olivia to break up with me, but she-wait, "Brett makes eye contact with me, "Why didn't you get mad and run off?"

I turn to look at the staircase behind me and back to Brett raising my eyebrow.

He giggles, "Right." He looks back to the brunette, "Look, Peyton sorry for Brit, but she lied to you. I've completely fallen for Olivia."

"It's okay I understand. Olive, I'm sorry."

"Close enough." I interrupt again.

"-you're lucky to have a guy like Brett." she smiles.

"Thanks." I return the gesture.

Brett closes the door and lets out of huge amount of air, "Whoa. Sorry about that."

"Yeah." I reply.

"That was awkward. Thanks for not leaving me."

"I wanted to but I was tired. I'm glad I didn't leave though."

"It would have been so cliche to be honest." Brett jokes.

"Now look at who's the dork. I'm going home." I laugh.

"I'll walk you to your car."

I hop into the driver's side of my Jeep and start the engine. I notice Brett still standing there with his hands shoved in his pocket so I let down my window. "Is there something you want to say?" I question.

"Uh, yeah. Would you like to go on a date with me this weekend?"

"Sure, Brett." I smile. Brett laughs nervously before waving to me good-bye.