Taking His Dare

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

The next morning, Rut was late, as usual, and I was freezing, as usual.

I was sitting on my porch when Rut’s Hummer rolled around ten minutes after 7:30, when he was supposed to be here. I ran down the stairs, as usual, stopped just before hitting the passenger door, as usual. When I opened the door, though, something unusual happened.

I screamed, because Kindsey was sitting in my seat.

“God, Dizzy, no need be so loud so early in the morning.” Kindsey, who was sitting in MY SEAT, gave me a disgusted look.

I couldn’t form a coherent sentence, so instead I just said “Huh?”

Rut leaned over from the driver’s seat to look at me. “Kindsey needed a ride today, too. Her house is closer to mine so I picked her up first.” From the daggers Kindsey was throwing at Rut with her eyes, I could tell that wasn’t the whole story.

I slammed the passenger door shut and climbed in the back. Rut drove away from my house, and there was a terrible awkward silence, leave for the terrible rap music playing, until Kindsey broke it.

“So, babe,” from the babe you could guess she wasn’t speaking to me. “You’re driving me home, too, right? And then we’re going to your house and…” she trailed off and stared at Rut. Rut just tightened his grip on the steering wheel and looked ahead. He hated when people spoke openly about his, ahem, personal affairs. Kindsey went to touch his arm, but he moved it away from her. She turned around and glared at me.

Ahh, I get it. This is supposed to be a ‘warning’ of some sort, I suppose. She must think Rut’s not willing to talk about their sexcapades because I’m in the car, and surely if he spoke about them in front of me I’ll go batshit crazy and pull out her weave. Because, ya know, Rut and I surely have sexcapades of our own, and if I say anything about them it might make him choose me over her.

Gross.

When we got to the school, Kindsey was out of the car as soon as Rut was stopped in a parking spot. He shot me an apologetic look over his shoulder and I stuck my tongue out at him in return. I don’t care what other people say about that being immature; sticking your tongue out at someone beats the finger any day.

We got out of the car and I started towards my locker when I spotted Marisol, Lane, Anna, Mac and Delia on the stairs. They were standing in a circle and I pushed my way into the middle by poking Lane and Mac’s sides. They laughed and moved so I could stand in between them.

“What’s crackin’, guys?” I asked, and Marisol answered.

“What are you doing after school today?”

I put my hands up quickly. “I am NOT going shopping with you and Barbie’s bitches again!”

She sighed. “I wasn’t going to ask you that. I have some juicy, dirty gossip for you. Come with me.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward my locker. No one commented on it, because Marisol did things like this often.

“So?” I said when we got there. “What’s the news today?”

She smiled a little bit. “So I heard from Hayley who heard from Brittney who overheard Kelly and Danielle talking to Hannah—“

I laughed, cutting her off. “Okay, skip the credits, what this juicy, dirty gossip?”

Her small smile turned into a large grin. “Tom Whitmore might ask me out!”

“That’s—huh?” Are my ears playing a trick on me? Oh sweet honey, I hope not! Tom Whitmore and Marisol? My chest tightened and I bit back stupid tears. (I was like a faucet when it came to things like this.) I tried putting a smile on my face as I said, “Do you like him?” She had never talked about him before. It was always Rut. What if she really did like him, though? And he really did like her back and was going to ask her out? I mean, I guess I can’t blame her; I had never confessed my liking for Tom. She didn’t know I liked him, so nothing was stopping her from saying yes if he was planning on asking her out.