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Chapter Fifteen: Truth or Dare

Above: Emma Roberts as Kendall Hanks.

"Slow down!", I hollered over the sound of the wind, beating at my face.

Will was driving so incredibly fast down the highway and I was afraid for my life. He swerved, barely missing a semi truck, causing me to scream from the terrifying memory of the car accident.

"SLOW THE HELL DOWN!", I screamed at him as tears started to well up in my eyes.

He laughed.

Then he looked at me and saw the tears. Then he slowed down, making me sigh in relief.

"What's wrong?", he asked without the slightest bit of concern.

I ignored him. What a jerk. He doesn't even care.

Will shrugged when I didn't answer and continued to drive.

This is why I like Jack. He cares about me.

Jack.

Oh Jack. Wonderful Jack. Where will I began.

I picture him with his perfect smile and bright blue eyes. His jet black hair and his caring personality. And his secret, and how he dismissed what we had like it was nothing. Like it meant nothing. Like I meant nothing.

The wind blew my tears off my face and my throat ached from trying to hold in my sadness.

Then the wind stopped blowing through my hair.

I looked up to find that Will was parked in front of a beautiful rustic beach shack.

It wasn't small enough to be called a shack though. It was a mix between a large shack and a small house. It had a rustic tin roof. Rustic dark wood made up the exterior and a pretty blue door mat led up to the doorway. The beach was just behind the shack. It was quaint in the most beautiful way.

"This is the old beach shack. Not much on the outside but it is secretly a safe haven.", Will said, getting out of the parked Lamborghini.

I followed him wordlessly up to the door. He opened it and walked inside.

He was right. It didn't seem like much on the outside, but the inside sure was beautiful.

The shack looked much bigger from the inside than it did from the outside. A tiny living room with a red couch, a green arm chair, and a small flat screen television was right in front of the doorway. Behind it was an extremely small kitchen with only a microwave, a mini fridge, a sink, and a few wooden cabinets. And just to the right of the kitchen was a bathroom. A window in the kitchen looked out to the beach.

"This is really nice.", I said, walking to the couch and plopping down.

"I know.", Will said as he opened the door to the mini fridge in the kitchen.

Modest much?

I got up and looked out the window. It was completely dark outside. 

"You hungry?", Will asked.

I nodded, realizing how hungry I was.

"I am making dinner.", he announced happily.

I instantly started laughing.