Denise's P.O.V.
The heat hit my skin, and sweat began to trickle down my face.
"Damn it." I mumbled, my hand messing with the hem of my shirt. I began pulling the top off, and I forgot to unbutton the top, so the neckline got stuck on my head. I pulled at it, and the car swerved, lightly gasping before releasing my only hand off of the wheel and reaching to pull it off.
The impact of my car smashing against another car made my head hit the windshield. Glass fell onto my body and on top of my shirt as liquid poured out of my head. A light breeze flew passed me before a gasp escaped someone's mouth.
"Oh my God," A small beeping noise covered the premises. "She's naked!"
Harry's P.O.V.
"Last night there was a head-on collision between Railence Street and Fairfax Road. A young girl that goes by the name of Denise Nava was reported to be the victim in the crash. It was announced this morning that she was thrown out of the windshield with her shirt wrapped around her head and her bra unclipped. The young girl is now in coma. It is said that if she does awaken, she will have a brain defection, or may even be paralyzed from the way she hit the ground. More information should be released within the week. I'm Jessica Hernandez, and you're watching Cheshire News." Orange curls fell down her shoulders, and a small reassuring smile was kept on her face, moments later she was replaced by a Condom commercial.
My mouth hung open in complete surprise. The girl I hated, the girl I bullied, the girl that I let touch me was now practically dead. A shock of regret flooded through me, but it quickly disappeared when Aiden walked in.
Aiden gave me a quick nod, his curls bouncing in front of his eyes. He flicked his head to the side, pushing his chestnut hair out of his eyes with his hand in one movement. His teeth grazed his bottom lip, and he looked toward me, noticing I was staring at him.
"Did you hear about Denise?" I asked brushing my hair back, only to have it cover my eyesight once again.
"Who?" Aiden's brows furrowed at my words. I sighed, and he tilted his head slightly to the side before letting out a breath of air. "Oh, her. No, what about her?"
"Apparently she's gotten in a car accident. She's in coma right now." Aiden's eyes met mine, and a small smirk lay on the base of his face before his eye brows rose in amusement.
"Really?" Aiden let out a small laugh. "Seems like she got what she deserved then." I looked toward him with annoyance dancing in my eyes, and he smiled, his dimples popping through his cheeks. "You look sad by it. Why?"
"Well, uh.." My voice trailed off, and I looked down, slightly embarrassed. "I cant remember the feeling of her sucking my dick." A tear slid down my face, but I quickly wiped it off, not wanting to remember the sexual moment I had with that skank.
Brittany's P.O.V.
Two similar faces entered the coffee shop, and I smiled. Harry's fingers grasped the temple of his Ray Bans, and pulled them off gently before looking around the coffee shop for any familiar faces. Aiden pushed his phone into his pocket, and his eyes moved around the shop before stopping onto mine. I slithered off of my chair and walked over to them with a smile on my face.
Aiden's hands slid around my waist, and he leaned into me, his body heat radiating onto my skin. The scent of Aiden's cologne lingered around us.
"Hey, babe." Aiden whispered, his lips gently brushing across mine. My arms wrapped around his neck, and I stood on my toes to reach his lips.
"What took you so long to get here?" I asked, pulling away. Aiden smiled, looking over toward Harry. "Oh, by the way I have something to show you."
"Apparently Harry's interested in that slut, Denise." Aiden laughed. Harry's jaw clenched, and he sighed, obviously annoyed. "And what do you need to show me?"
I pulled a something rubbery out of my pocket. "I found a used condom on the street as I walked in. Wanna feel it?"
"Um, sure." He held his hand out and I dropped it in. His other hand grabbed the end of it, and he pulled it, seeing how far it extended. "Wow, he must have been at least ten inches."
"Wait, lemme see that." Harry said, grabbing it. He put it up close to his face, his eyebrows scrunched. "Woah.. Can I keep this?"
"It's all yours." I smiled.
"Where's everyone else?" Harry asked, looking around.
"They're on their way." I replied, walking back to my table. Harry walked up to the counter, pulling out some money.
Aiden grabbed my coffee before placing his lips onto the rim, throwing back his head back slightly before allowing a small amount of coffee to enter his mouth. His loose curls bounced as his lips pulled away from the cup, and he set the cup down in front of me, leaving a smirk on his face.
Ricky's P.O.V.
I walked into Starbucks with Ethan and Payton, my eyes landing on Harry, Aiden, and Brittany almost immediately. Brittany smiled at us, motioning for us to come over and sit down.
"Sorry we're late," I laughed, engulfing Brittany into a hug. "I lost my keys." I quickly gave Aiden a fist bump, and nodded toward Harry.
"It's okay," Brittany replied. "I had company." Aiden's arm wrapped around her shoulder, and he pulled her in close to him, leaving a small kiss on her cheek. I turned to Harry, watching as he flung a used condom back and forth with a smile on his face. His eyes gleamed with enjoyment.
"So now that we're all here," Ethan smiled. "How about a friendly game of truth or dare?" Brittany, Aiden and Payton laughed in unison.
"In Starbucks?" Harry asked confusedly, placing the condom on his lips. I turned away from him, obviously disgusted.
"Why not? There's a first time for everything." Payton giggled, putting a lock of hair behind her ear.
Aiden's P.O.V.
"Okay, Harry, truth or dare?" I asked, looking toward Harry. Harry's gaze was pointed toward the T.V. on the wall. His hand slid into his pants, and a bulge erupted in front of his zipper, slowly moving up and down. A woman with fiery orange curls talked into a microphone in front of the Holmes Chapel hospital.
"No new news to report of Denise Nava, all we know is that she's staying at this hospital. If anyone has any information for us about the crash, call 806-HCEN. My name is Jessica Hernandez, and you're watching Cheshire News." The woman said into the T.V.
"Harry!" I snapped my fingers in front of his face, and he turned his gaze to me abruptly. Harry's hand slid out of his pants, and his fingers entered his mouth. "Truth or dare?"
"Oh," Harry's eyebrows furrowed, and he moved his fingers from his lips. "Dare."
I smiled, and looked around the shop for something to dare him. Harry wasn't afraid to do anything, so I might as well do something we'd all remember.
Nothing in the shop gave me an idea. I continued to look around until my eyes darted toward to the T.V.
"You know how you said Denise was in coma?" I asked, leaving a smirk at the end of the sentence.
"Yeah.." Harry said confusedly.
"I dare you to pretend to be her best friend when she's awake."
