The Game of Hearts

Chapter One: Arrogant Jocks and Dumb Challenges

“When the only thing on the Line is your heart”- FadedScars

“I just can’t believe they made me do that,” said Darrel, who sat beside me in history class, “So humiliating!”

            “At least you got yours over with,” Mitchell complained, “They just gave the challenge to me and I have to do it at the pep rally this Saturday.”

            “Please tell me that you don’t have to streak,” Cheyenne, my best friend, walked over and sat in front of me laughing. Her voice and entire appearance reminded me of Pixie Lott. She’s petite, blonde, and wild person that thinks and dresses like she’s from the 80s. “No one wants to see that no matter how small it is.”

            “Ha ha,” He pretended to be amused by her sense of humor, “No, no streaking.”

            I rolled my eyes not wanting to listen to them about the Graduation Game. The game is not as simple as it sounds. The rules change for every single challenge and the only constant thing about this is that only seniors can participate. Every single one of my friends has had their challenge and most of them have completed. I think that I am the only one who hasn’t received their challenge and be sure, I’m impatiently waiting.

            No one wants to take the challenge.

            “Penny for your thoughts,” Cheyenne, realizing I had been silent, turned to me.

            “It’s nothing,” I shrugged and shook my head nonchalantly, “I just refuse to dwell in this graduation game. It’ll only make things worse.”

            Cheyenne looked down annoyed, “You guys stress about this too much.”

            “Easy for you to say,” Darrel accused, “You got yours over with in the first week of school! Say, what did they make you do anyways?’

            “Well,” She looked away flushed. “That’s unspeakable.”

            “I don’t care what they made you do or what they’re doing to anyone, the committee is downright evil. Who started this tradition and why do we have to listen to them? Can’t we just all not do it and then overpower the stupid committee?” I vented quietly because Mr. Treetop was trying to teach us about the economy and kept giving us the evil eye.

            “Think about it this way,” Cheyenne started, “at grad night, after the hazing, we get to know who the committee.”

            “Yeah,” Mitchell cheered. “We can haze them.”

            “That’s not what I meant,” Cheyenne interrupted the funfest, “Enough of this crap! Penny how was your date on Friday and did you make a second one for Thursday?” She winked at me. I love her and all but from the beginning of the year she’s been trying to set me up with someone but they are all total losers.

            “He picked the movie, how do you think it went?”

            She tilted her head with wonder, “So what?”

            “He picked Joyful Noise.”

            “Oh,” She frowned, grimacing at her poor choice of my date. “Sorry, thought he was different.”

            “What’s wrong with that,” Darrel asked. “You girls love Chick Flicks.”

            “But he picked it,” Cheyenne pointed out the obvious, “It would be okay if it is a special occasion or if she picked it but he picked it.”