How I survived in an all boys glade

Chapter Twenty-one

- Truth or dare? -

"Well, I better get back to work," Fry says, dusting off his pants as he stands up.

"Alrighty, see you later then!" I wave as he heads toward the kitchen.

"Sooo..." Winston draws out the word, looking around the group. "What should we do now?"

I shrug. "I don't know. Maybe we could play a game or something?"

"Yeah, that sounds good. What do you guys want to play?" Andrew asks.

"How about Truth or Dare?" Clint suggests with a mischievous grin.

Winston claps his hands together. "I'm in!"

"Okay, I'll start," I say, grinning. "Clint, truth or dare?"

Clint rubs his chin dramatically before answering, "Dare."

"I dare you to find something to juggle and actually juggle it for a minute straight," I challenge, crossing my arms with a smirk.

Clint raises an eyebrow but then shrugs. "Challenge accepted." He hops to his feet and begins darting around the Glade, looking for objects to juggle.

"Hey!" Billy's voice rings out behind me. I turn to see him approaching with Zart, Justin, Alby, and Newt in tow.

"Hey, guys!" I greet them with a smile.

"What's all the commotion about?" Alby asks, chuckling.

"We're playing Truth or Dare," Winston explains.

"Ooh, can we join?" Zart asks eagerly.

"Of course! The more, the merrier," I reply, gesturing for them to sit with us.

Just then, Clint returns, triumphantly holding three apples. With surprising skill, he starts juggling them, drawing cheers and applause as he manages to keep them in the air for the full minute.

"Alright, my turn," Clint announces, grinning. "Theo, truth or dare?"

Theo narrows his eyes suspiciously but eventually says, "Dare."

"I dare you to do your best chicken impression for the next five minutes," Clint says, laughing.

Theo groans but stands up, launching into a surprisingly accurate chicken routine—clucking, flapping his arms, and even pecking at the ground. The rest of us dissolve into laughter as he struts around like a barnyard pro.

"Oh my god, this is amazing," I say, clutching my sides.

"Glad I could be of service," Theo says, still clucking.

"Okay, okay, that's enough," Winston says, wiping tears from his eyes.

Theo smirks and turns his attention to Newt. "Alright, Newt—truth or dare?"

Newt leans back, considering his options. "Truth."

Theo's smirk deepens. "What turns you on?"

A collective "oooh" erupts from the group as Newt's cheeks flush a deep red.

"Come on, Newt, don't be shy," I tease, nudging him lightly.

Newt rubs the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed. "Uh... I guess when someone is confident and knows what they want," he mumbles.

"Aww, that's so sweet," I say with a grin, making him blush even harder.

"Alright, Newt, your turn," Theo prompts, still chuckling.

Newt glances around the group, his eyes landing on me. "Y/N, truth or dare?"

I narrow my eyes playfully. "Dare."

Newt grins, clearly up to something. "I dare you to kiss someone on the cheek."

"You're kidding, right? That's it?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

The group bursts out laughing as Newt shrugs, trying to keep a straight face. "Hey, you picked dare. No backing out now."

I roll my eyes dramatically, leaning over to plant a quick peck on Theo's cheek. "There, happy?" I ask, fighting back laughter.

"Very," Newt says with a smirk, earning a round of chuckles from the group.

"Okay, my turn," I start, but the sound of Fry ringing the dinner bell cuts me off.

"Saved by the bell, huh?" Gally says, shaking his head with a laugh.

We all get up, still laughing and teasing each other as we head toward the eating area.