Chapter eight: Truth, or dare?

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"No, that's what middle schoolers do." I mumbled

"yea! Riley's right" Shawn said with a reassuring smile towards me.

"I have an idea that's not for middle schoolers..." Ellie said with a smirk "Seven minutes in heaven!"

I swear I heard everyone say"oohhhhhhhh" under their breath.

Then Lukas raises his voice over everyone "What the fuck is that?" He sounds scared to ask.

"Well," Hazel shouts to mimic Lukas "You spin a bottle, and whoever it lands on you have to go in a closet with that person. In the closet you can do whatever you want...WHATEVER." She winks at Carl who starts blushing and looking away.

Then out of nowhere Ellie pulls an empty coke bottle out of her bag, everyone looks at her like she just did an amazing magic trick.

"What? Yea, okay, I was planning on it. fight me."

We all laugh and Lukas takes the bottle out of Ellie's hand, and gently places it in the middle of the kind of circle we have going on.

"I think Riley should go first." Ellie says. A big smirk appears on her face and I just want to slap it off, but instead I look towards the boy. His dreamy eyes lock with mine, I place my hand on the bottle, and flick my wrist. (look at the flick of the wrist) I feel like it's been spinning in circles for years, then it finally points to the person exactly next too me, Carl.

"fuck." I mumble

Carl on the other hand doesn't even seemed phased by the fact we have to sit in a closet, in the dark, for seven minutes, alone. I glance at Hazel and start doing tongue movements to mess with her, she glares at me with small eyes and the door shut with a quiet creak.

The silence was unbearable.

"Carllllllll" I whine

"Whatttt" He mocks

"You're boring." I say, he laughs, pulls out his phone, and shines the flashlight on me. I hear the click of him starting a video.

"We need to pretend like we had sex." He says, the light casting a shadow on his cheeks. In this lighting I could count every single freckle he has. 

"Um, what?" I ask, I'm not laying a finger on this dude, I mean he's hot and all but, just no.

Carl reaches over and starts messing with my hair.

"What the-"

"Mess mine up too, I want to see how Hazel reacts."

When the timer goes off, I can hear it through the closet door.

"Get on me!" Carl whispers, without question, I do as I was told. My head was on his chest and his arms were around me, it was actually quite comfortable.

The closet door swung open and there it was, a shocked Hazel staring at me like I had just taken a shit on the floor.



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