Unspoken Goals

It's Just a Dare

First Semester of College

The night was alive with the magic of Halloween weekend, a time where reality blurred, and the girls could lose themselves in the thrill of the moment. Early Sunday morning crept in, but the magic hadn't disappeared. They returned to their apartment, the echoes of laughter and revelry still buzzing in their ears, unwilling to let the night fade into memory. It was one of those rare nights when time seemed to pause, allowing them to be fully present, forgetting about the weight of classes and responsibilities.

Juliette, dressed as the joker, had spent the evening making everyone laugh, her painted smile matching her playful nature. Abigail, on the other hand, looked every bit the part of Padmé Amidala, her white outfit torn and clinging in just the right places. The two girls shared an apartment with their two best friends, Emily and Sophie, who they had met at a soccer camp and had instantly become inseparable.

Emily, tall and blonde with light blue eyes, radiated energy and a love for adventure, her spirited nature a perfect match for Juliette's. Sophie, shorter with dark hair and hazel eyes, possessed a quiet intensity that could ignite the room when she chose. She was dating Marco, a player on the men's soccer team, who had joined their late-night game of drunk Jenga.

Sullivan, or Sully as everyone called him, was up next. A towering presence with wavy blonde hair and light green eyes, Sully was another friend from the men's soccer team. He pulled a block that read, give a lap dance to the person to your right.

A mischievous grin spread across his face. "Oh, I've been waiting for this one," Sully declared, his eyes locking onto Marco, the lucky guy of the night.

Marco leaned back, hands behind his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Come here, big boy."

Sully put on "Pony" and yanked off his shirt, wrapping it around Marco's neck. He moved with exaggerated flair, giving his best attempt at a lap dance, the room dissolving into laughter.

"I'm not sure whether to be mad or impressed by Sully," Soph remarked, her expression a mix of amusement and shock.

"I don't know either, but why do I sort of wish I were in Marco's place?" Em responded with a playful smirk.

Mid-dance, Sully glanced over his shoulder. "You could be next, Em," he quipped with a wink.

"Okay, that's enough, you freaks," Juliette declared, her expression a mix of mock disgust and amusement.

Sully and Juliette became inseparable the moment they met in anatomy class, where Sully's weak pick-up line earned a snort of laughter from Juliette. Despite his goofy charm and flirtatious nature, Sully was like a gentle giant—a teddy bear among friends, always there with a smile and a joke. Juliette wasted no time introducing him to her circle, and their bond solidified effortlessly.

As for Em and Sully, their dynamic was playful from the start, a dance of banter and flirtation that hinted at something more beneath the surface. Yet, both being freshmen, they treaded lightly, wanting to enjoy the freedom that came with being single in college.

Sully plopped back down, grinning. "You're just jealous, Julie."

Abigail's turn came next. Sitting across from Juliette, who couldn't deny the magnetic pull she felt towards her tonight, Abigail seemed to glow with an effortless beauty, her carefree demeanor only amplifying her allure. With a steady hand, Abigail carefully pulled her block: Dare.

Sully's eyes lit up with mischief. "I've got one!" he declared.

Abigail shot him a wary glance. "I'm not sure I want yours."