Candor or Dauntless: Truth or Dare (Watty Awards 2013)

Epilogue: The End...

Jaden's POV:

I liked Six, I did, but Bekkah....She is just so different from Six. I wanted Six for so long that my ideas of what it would be like to be with her messed everything up. I had this fantasy that she was perfect, that if we were together everything would be perfect, but I was wrong. She has a hard life, ex-boyfriends' jealous acts, tears soaking her blonde hair, the murder of her parents. I didn't realize how broken she was, I could never repair her. The cheating was forgotten, the red marks on my face gone. We're old friends now and she tells me everything.

I placed 2nd in Initiation. I took the job as Leader in Training. Six is training me. She says I'm doing well, that I'll be better than Eric ever was. Rumours circulated that Eric wasn't killed, that he switched Factions. That he went back to his old faction, Erudite.

Bekkah and I have been dating strong for a while now. She really just wanted someone, someone like Four to Six, someone like Dylan to Jess, someone like me to her. She was really jealous of everything they have. She just wanted their happiness. I love her, I do. I hope she loves me as much as I love her.

Jess's POV:

I placed 4th in Initiation. I took the job as a Tattoo artist with Tori. It's nice working there, I get to express my feelings into my work. Tori says I'm making great progress. Yesterday, I got to tattoo my first real person. Six let me do it on her. She said it was perfect.

Dylan and I are old friends now. It's no longer awkward between us. We hang out, talk, and get along. He's not seeing anyone and neither am I. He's not over me, and I'm almost over him. Sometimes, I truly miss him. I miss the way his hair crosses into his eyes when he looks down, I miss the gold flecks in his blue eyes, I miss the way he wrapped his fingers with mine, I miss how he wrapped his arm around my waist, I miss how his voice changed when he spoke to me, gentle and soft. He could've been Amity just as easily. I still have feelings for him, I yearn for the way he pushed the blonde strands of hair out of my eyes. I have to stop feeling this way, it's not healthy.

Sometimes I catch myself staring at him and he's staring right back. Sometimes, I catch myself walking to his room. On the last day of Initiation, I couldn't help myself, I walked to his bed in the Dorms and laid in it, wrapping myself in his blankets that smelled just like him. I cried into his sheets. After a few minutes, I was used to the smell and I got up, never to return to the Dorms. I never quite caught his smell again.

Until a few days ago, when I tripped and fell into his arms. I looked up into his eyes, the familiar gold flecks in his blue eyes and his long brown hair. I breathed in his scent and didn't pull away immediately. I just stood, enveloped in his arms, him stroking circles on my back. Eventually, I had to pull away. I had to remind myself that he cheated. I could forgive him if he would just apologize, but he hasn't. Anyway, I still have feelings for him and I can deny it all I want, but I know it's true. He knows it too, I can see it when he looks at me and I look back at him.

Dylan's POV:

I miss Jess so much. I screwed up, I did. Bekkah gets to be happy with Jaden and I don't get to be happy with Jess? Ridiculous. I need her. She completes me. I know it sounds cheesy, but it's true. I'm not me without her. Sometimes I catch her staring at me and I stare right back. In those moments with her, I felt complete. I just can't be happy until she's mine again. I've thought about apologizing day after day, but it's hopeless. She'll never forgive me. In the short time I've known her, she holds grudges. She's stubborn. She's still mad about Bekkah calling her those names. She'll never forgive me.

The other day, Jess was walking down the hallway with Anna, when she tripped right into my arms. I held onto her, knowing very well that it might be the last time I was allowed. She didn't fight, she just embraced me back and caught her breath. I took in her smell, the feel of her long blonde hair, how soft her skin is. I took in her. I stared down into her blue-green eyes that are never the same color. She thinks their boring and their color is plain, but they aren't. Her eyes have flecks of gold and green, sometimes the gold takes over and the flecks are blue and green. Oh, how I miss her.