Fight For Stupid Love

Chapter 9

•Chapter Nine•

Madison's POV

I move my head, studying each figure around me and eventually stop at Milica. By the look in her eyes, I can tell she wants me to ask her. Her eyebrows raised and eyes sternly staring at Harry and then I once more, I realize what she's thinking. Harry seems worried. I make my final decision.

"Truth or Dare?" I keep my eyes on Milica. 

"Milica." I finish off the well known question. 

"Im gonna start off with truth"

"okay, is it true you want to be fucked senseless?"

"WHAT THE HELL?!" She snaps back, surprised.

"I, uh, mean, ehrm," I pause. 

"Do you want to stay a virgin?" I ask, sounding polite. Yeah, no. I am not polite. 

"Well, obviously.. Im not a slut and I don't want to become one, either" She reveals her pointless answer. Milica's turn. She looks at Harry right away. His shiny green eyes and pouted lips work together to create a pleading expression on his face. He mouths the words "why". 

"Harry." Milica says his name. "Truth o-" 

"Dare." Harry cuts her off. I nearly explode, with mixed emotions partying around inside me. What would Milica speak of next? C'mon... C'mon! 

"Okay. I dare you to.." She pauses. What? I ask myself.

"Ask Madison out on a date tomorrow for Friday night" What? No! I like Kyle.. Why couldn't that be Kyle she was asking a few moments ago? Why?

"No, I..." I start to speak, but I hesitate. 

"I like Kyle." I confess. I blush...alot. 

"I might be back" I say and walk away. Kyle is stunned. Just standing there. Amazing build, just stranded in the middle of a public park. Harry looks confused, his messy curls flop around as he turns his head in all different directions. Typical Milica gets up and chases me. I start to run. Within about thirty seconds I feel my heart pop in and out of my chest. Im not your normal athlete. My legs are cramping and I have to pee. The worst combination ever. I have no idea where I'm heading, I just want to get out. Get away. I have never confessed of loving anyone and all three of the teenagers around me at the time knew I was talking about love when I gave away my secret. My shoes are untied and I'm wearing skinny jeans to multiply the amounts of issues I have at the worst time. I notice the sun is setting and I'm nowhere near home. I haven't gotten very far from the park so I just stop. Milica comes up behind me a few seconds after I stop so quickly. 

"Why did you run away?" she manages to ask through gasps of air. The two of us are desperately searching for air to calm our lungs. "Why do you think, you idiot?" I snap back.

"What? You're embarrassed to be around someone who knows you love them? Well you shouldn't... Je said he loves you AND if you really loved him, you wouldn't care about what other people think." She points back to me. That's deep, I think to myself. 

"No I'm just kidding, I'd probably do the same thing." She laughs back. I let out a slight giggle. That's what I love about Milica. She always manages to make me feel better about anything. 

"I'll text Kyle and let him know we're not coming back. Now lets go to your house.. Remember, the sleepover?" I think to myself, still puffing for oxygen and smiling because of Milica's little joke. I nod to get and she pulls out her phone. We start walking in the opposite direction.By the time we pass the park, Kyle and Harry are gone. I sigh in relief. I don't plan on speaking with Kyle anytime soon. 7 minutes pass and we're almost at my house. The whole walk was complete silence. I decide to break it.

"So what do you think of Harry?" I ask, casually. Trying not to sound to desperate for an answer.