Taking His Dare

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

I remember when Rut gave out his first dare.

It wasn’t intentional, really. It was more of an accident that turned into something else entirely.

We were in sophomore year, and he was hosting his second party. Most of the student body had shown up, even a good amount of the seniors, which I was surprised about. Why would any of them want to be seen at an underclassman’s party?

Rut hadn’t been too surprised, though. His house was huge and full of alcohol, why wouldn’t they want to come?

People were dancing, drinking, making out, having a good time, I suppose, if this was your idea of fun. It definitely wasn’t mine.

That became obvious when Kirk Grangers asked me to dance. I had been sitting in the parlor, the one room that was mostly off limits. Rut’s mother would have literally killed him if something happened to her expensive furniture while her and her husband were away on another vacation that Rut wasn’t invited to. Anyway, Kirk Grangers asked me to dance, and I said no. I didn’t like the way his breath smelled of alcohol, or how he kept on trying to put his meaty hands on my waist, or how dancing at these parties was not really dancing at all.

Kirk Grangers didn’t like no.

He had dragged me out of the parlor and into the large living room, where all the furniture and breakables had been removed from. I let him, figuring if I danced with him for a few minutes he would get bored and go on to the next girl. I was wrong though.

Apparently, Kirk Grangers likes me very much, and had no intention of leaving me. The only leaving he had in mind was leaving the room and going upstairs.

I was terrified. Kirk Grangers was a wrestler, a large one who took many championship titles. I could never take him, especially with my condition that left me skinnier than a birch tree.  I tried to break free of his hold, but whatever I did didn’t work. Twisting, pulling, I even pinched his arm with my free hand. He had just looked at it as if it were a fly that had landed on him for a moment before flying away to safety. No one at the party seemed to care about my struggling, though. I guess they thought I was being flirty, or whatever a helpless girl being dragged away to her doom looked like to them.

He had pulled me to the foot of the large staircase until someone had stopped us.

“Hey!” My savior, hero, knight in shining armor, whatever other clichés that come with what he did, appeared. “You can’t go up there; upstairs is off limits!”

“Chill man, we’re not going to do anything bad…too bad,” Kirk Grangers smiled in an ugly, evil way that made him look like Rasputin (that’s how I saw it, at least) at Rut. Rut hadn’t noticed me yet, because Kirk Grangers was blocking me from his view. If I had been in his view, shit would have gone down much sooner than it did.

Rut went to push, punch, or do something to Kirk Grangers, I hadn’t and still don’t care. He saw me then, and stared at me in disbelief, like I was the one who had said, “Hey, Kirk Grangers, let’s go upstairs and do dirty things in bed. And not just any bed, Rut Knolling’s bed.”

Rut reached around Kirk Grangers and pulled my hand from his grasp. I stumbled next to him, and Rut pushed me so I was standing out of their way.

Kirk Grangers said, “Man, what the hell do you think you’re doing with my girl?”

“Your girl?” Rut had spit back. I had to admit, he was getting a little scary, even to me who had been in countless debates (he called them arguments) with him in the past.