Started With A Dare

Chapter 4

"Do you want to come over to my house tomorrow?" He asks. I'm taken back by suprise for a minute. It's not common for boys to invite individual girls to their houses in our little group of friends. We always invite everybody. Or girl invites girl, boy invites boy. But I have never been invited by boys.

I never had anything much with boys.
I never seemed to be popular with them.  I didn't even know anything much about them except that they could be either  filthy, dusgusting ugly pigs or relatably nice people. Emphasis on 'relatably.'

Anyway, I think I made a point by saying, I dont know much about boys.

So when Peter invited me over I freaked out. I tried to keep it on the inside but everyone knows I'm a terrible actor. Even the  21 year old cousin I never met, knows I suck at masking my feelings and thoughts.

"Oh, well...Uhm, Ill see you soon." Peter mumbles and turns to go.

"Wait." I say. WHERE WAS I GOING WITH THIS?!

He turns around, his face hopefull. He stares at me, waiting for me to say something but I'm frozen.

WHY AM I MAKING SUCH A HUGE DEAL OUT OF THIS?? Okay, the fact that I had no experience with this whatsoever might have played a role. The fact that I was proably 'PMS'ing probably played a role too. But I had no idea what to say. I didn't even know what he meant.

"Um, I'm up for a round of Mario Kart." What. Oh well, I just agreed. What the hell now?

"Okay great." He says, grinning and then he turn to run to class.

What the hell did I do?

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"And Ema..could you work with Eduardo here?" I snap out of my zone and look at Mrs. Black. It's not a question, it's defintely an order. I nod and turn to look at the boy I'll be working with on an assigment for the next couple of months.

"What's the assigment on?" He says, avoiding my gaze.

"Tudor England."

"Are you like the smartass in the class?" He says, starting to get more intrested.

I hate when people call me a smartass or a nerd or anything. Sure, I'm good at school and I care about my grades a lot (I think I got the tittle when I had a panic attack one day about a test I didn't study for) but that does not allow them to give me a tittle. I feel my thoat get dry and I reply back with as much calm as I can:

"Are you like the asshole in the class?" His eyes gleam with amusment and he looks at me properly fot the first time.

"One way to put it." He smirks and looks down at his paper. I sigh in frustration. Did I say I don't understand guys?

"Read the pages assigned and write some notes for tomorrow. We'll discuss what we're doing tomorrow at lunch." I say, trying to concentrate on the topic.

I glance at him and instead of looking angry or annoyed that I'm telling him what to do he looks almost...amused?

"What?" I snap.

"Who put you in charge smartass?"

"Well, I doubt you would do a good job, with all the doodling you do." I'm quick on my feet, shooting back angrily. If that ass, calls me 'smartass' once more, I swear I'll shove his stupid doodling pencil down his throat.

He doesn't reply back. Instead he chuckles. What is wrong with him??

"Stop laughing." I order. He stops and looks at me. His eyes seem to dance in amusment and a slight smirk is playing on his dark lips. I avert my gaze to my books and I pretend to read all about Henry and his wives but my thoughts are running a marathon and I can't keep them from running about in my mind. Plus, a hot boy looking at you doesn't help.

"Do I really need to read 30 pages in a dayyy?" He whines.

"Don't be a baby." I mutter. He pokes me with a pencil. His doodling pencil. Oh my god, I swear I'm going to shove it down his throat. 
I ignore his pokes untill the bell rings and then I pack away. I run to Jenny but I bump into someone. Red t-shirt.

Oh no. Peter. I really didn't need him right now. His invitation was circling my mind and I still haven't decided if I was going to tell Jenny. For a while I thought of coming up with an excuse but that would be so bitchy. And he was my friend after all.

But when I look up I don't see the dark green, kind, eyes. I look into dark brown eyes, hard as stone. Alex.

"Little Emelia." Using my full name brings back the memories when he had more power over me. When I was smaller he would shut me in lockers, take my lunch, burn my school books right infront of me, he would take my gym clothes and draw boobs and penises on them and force me to wear it. Teachers would ask but I would say it was a dare. That's when Mrs. Black started hating me. (She was the one that made me take it of). Or maybe she hated me from the second I was born.

"You have shit in you hair." He says, smirking.

"You have shit on your face." I fire back. He chuckles and then grabs my books. He smiles inoccently and then with one swift move of his hand, he twists them and then cuts them into tiny pieces. I look around for someone to stop him, but no ones around. They all left for next class.

"Hope you get an A+, love." He sends me a kiss and laughs his ugly laugh.

Im speechless. My books. We have an assigment to do. I wasn't doing very well in History and Mrs. Black wasnt going to just give me a new book. Maybe I could ask Jenny to lend me hers...

I take a deep breath, trying to get myself together. I stood alone in our classroom with my books cut to pieces lying around me. I was invited to play Mario Kart(technically, I invited myself) by  a boy (which I don't even know what means).
The boy, I might just maybe have feelings for, turned out to be an an asshole. A hot one though.

Honestly what was going on?

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A/N

Woo hoo!!! Long chapter with lot's of action!! Hope you guys liked it, because I put a lot of effort into it. 
Anyway do you guys see what I'm doing here?? Cause like it's pretty obvious.

I startes writting this ages ago and now I look back and oh my gods, I was being so obvious, jesus. I'll probably re write it all.

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