Prologue
Honestly, I had no clue why I was doing it. Taking his dares was always the stupidest thing to do. Everyone knew it, but no one would ever tell him no. My best friend wasn’t one to go easy on the dares; wasn’t one to go easy on life. I suppose, in a way, I did it to make him feel better. Giving people these dares was one way for him to fell full again, in a twisted way. Just like the drugs, girls, alcohol, all of it.
I thought I would be mad at him as I jumped into the ice cold lake behind his house, but I wasn’t. I know he would never give me a dare that would intentionally hurt me, like he did to others, but, still, daring your best friend to jump into an icy lake in late November when she hated the cold was just plain cruel. He was my broken best friend, though, so I did it anyway.
As I ran back through the trees, shivering and shaking from the cold air hitting my wet skin, I heard shouts of my name. When I reached his backyard, I immediately ran to stand in front of the stone fire pit. Putting my palms up to the flames, I turned to my best friend.
“Happy, Rut?”
He smiled at me. His genuine smile, not the sadistic smirk he usually gave to his dared victims. I was usually the only one who got this smile, a rarity nowadays.
“Very, Dizzy.”
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Taking His Dare
Teen FictionRut is broken. Dizzy is there to pick up his pieces. Best friends since childhood, Rut and Dizzy have always had each others backs. Rut, the seemingly perfect popular boy of school, is not who everyone thinks he is. He is empty on the inside, and...
