Murder in the Dark

Murder in the Dark 10

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The game was fun without being too gross. Teachers were constantly patrolling the school to make sure nothing... inappropriate was going on, so we were definitely on our guard. I guess some teachers do have a brain, although I still like to believe that the percentage is quite small. Krista was the first one of us to be asked Truth or Dare. The boy who asked her was a scrawny little freshman with braces on. His hair was cut too short, making his ears stick out way too much. To top it all off, his face had a bad case of acne. Let's just say that I did not envy Krista one bit. I sent her a sympathetic look to which she just rolled her eyes.

"Dare," she stated, determined. That's my girl.

The freshman grinned, mischievously, and I suddenly felt very bad for Krista. Who knows what a hormone crazed teen could come up with as a dare in that sick, twisted little brain of his. "I dare you to... prank call one of my friends!" he exclaimed, as if it was the worst dare in the world.

"You want me to prank call someone? Really?" Krista asked, flabbergasted. I take back what I said earlier. She had it easy.

"Yep, and you have to say whatever I tell you to," the freshman added, smugly.

"Whatever. Give me the number and script," Krista said in a very bored tone.

"One second," the freshman smirked, and quickly began to write something down on a piece of paper, a devilish smile upon his lips. "Here you go." He handed the paper to Krista when he was finished. "The number's on the top."

Krista glanced over the paper, amusement in her eyes. "Seriously?"

"Just do it already!" the freshman grumbled.

Krista rolled her eyes and smirked. She grabbed her phone and began to type in the number. She put it on speaker phone so the whole room could hear.

"Hello?" a nasally voice answered.

"Hi, is this Mark?" Krista chirped into the phone, her voice unusually bright and cheery.

"Ummmm... yes. Who is this?" Mark asked.

"It doesn't matter who I am," Krista giggled. I had to cover my mouth with my hand to keep from laughing. "I just had to speak with you though. You see, I've liked you for the longest time, I'm just really shy. So I decided that it would be much easier to talk to you over the phone!"

"Oh. Okay...." Mark replied. Even though one could only hear his voice, it was easy to tell that he was blushing. "It's alright if you tell me your name though."

"But what if you don't like me back?" Krista whined. "You're so smart, funny, and not to mention drop dead gorgeous! I don't know why you would like someone like me!"

"I-I d-don't know about t-that..." Mark stuttered. "I already think you're really cool."

"Really?! You think I'm cool?! Oh, that's so sweet Marky-kins. I don't understand how such a hunk like you is still single!" Krista then dropped her voice to nothing more than a whisper. "I can change that for you if you'd like," Krista murmured, seductively.

"O-oh, w-well that sounds a-all v-very well, b-but I s-still don't know w-who y-you are."

"That's great Marky-kins! How about I meet you Monday after school in the library? I can already tell that this is going to be the beginning of a wonderful relationship!" Krista gushed and then quickly hung up.

She couldn't have hung up any slower, for the whole room burst out in laughter. "That was all in the script?" I laughed.

"Not all of it," Krista confessed. "But it wouldn't have been much fun without my added bits."