Skye's P.O.V.
I sit on the number 49 bus next to April. Up the back, Leo and his mates are flirting with the year 11 girls, showing off and generally just being loud. The windows of the bus are foggy with condensation as the air conditioners fight to keep the interior of the bus cool. Outside, palm-tree fronds sway slightly in the warm sea breeze and the dark blue-green sea laps gently against the fine white sand. I sigh quietly and April looks over at me anxiously.
"Look, I'm sure everything's going to be fine," she says quietly, "No-one is looking at you weird, so the video must not have been posted on the internet." I look around at the kids on my bus, and April is right; none of them are even slightly interested. But I still can't help feeling apprehensive. I know that something bad is going to happen today, I'm just not sure what.
"You're right, I know," I admit, "but what about the person who has the video? What if it's Jamie?"
"Well, I just assumed that it was," April says, and I look at her, confused, "I mean, Jamie's an only-child, right? And it's not like his parents would be the ones filming the video..." My heart plummets. My only hope of not being completely humiliated has just been destroyed by pure logic. I haven't even thought about it properly. I was just hoping that it wasn't Jamie who had filmed me, but who else could it have been?
"Great! Now Jamie must think I'm some kind of psychopathic slut freak," I groan, and April sighs loudly. The bus slows down gradually and stops outside Corwyn High School. The kids all get up and file out of the bus, the girls laughing and chatting and the guys trying to push each other out of the aisle. April and I get off last, as we usually do, and make our way across the school to our lockers. I check my timetable and pull out my Humanities textbook and exercise book, shoving them into my white tote bag. April slams her locker shut, locks it and comes over to me.
"Double Humanities? Shoot," she says sympathetically, knowing that it's my second least favourite subject.
"And guess what I've got after break? Double Maths," I complain. Mondays are the worst day of the week for me, but April has Art, English, Art, Language and then double PE. Pretty much the best timetable anyone could hope for. And she knows it.
"C'mon, let's go to the canteen. I need ice-coffee!" April whines, her voice echoing around the empty corridor.
"Can you get me a raspberry ice-tea?" I ask, handing her a ten-dollar note, "You can use my money for your coffee, okay? I need to go to the bathroom."
April nods and heads off to the canteen, which is on the other side of the school. The corridor is completely empty now apart from me. April and I choose to use the old lockers that have all been moved to the back corridors because it's distracting when there are heaps of people around you whenever you need to get books out. The main corridors are much more brightly lit and painted better, because those are the only corridors that visitors walk through. The only problem with the back corridors is that they're really dimly lit. I squint into the gloom as I walk towards the bathrooms. My footsteps echo around the corridor, but there's something off about the sound...I stop walking, but the footsteps continue. Very close behind me. I whirl around and something solid hits me in the chest. I give a muffled squeak of surprise and look up. I can just make out his face...
"Jamie?" I gasp, and take a step away from him. My back hits the wall and he comes closer, looming over me. He rests his hands on the wall behind my head, trapping me with his arms.
"Jamie...what are you doing?" I ask nervously, trying to push his arms away. He's much stronger than me, though, and I give up.
"Come on, Skye," Jamie says softly, "You know what I want."
YOU ARE READING
Truth or Dare
RomanceTruth or Dare down at Skye Cleyton's beach house always ends in laughing, chickening out and lame dares. But this year, Skye is determined to prove that she's not just a stereotypical blonde. She's ready to accept every dare thrown at her, but is sh...