Truth Or Date?

Party Games

Stevie

Over seven teenagers crowd into Heath Moore's powder blue prius and we cruise down the street ready for mine and my posse's grand entrance.

Paige Chappell, my gorgeous, second in command starts passing around her pink hip flask. Since the start of junior year it had become our tradition to take a swig of peppermint schnapps before every party. Paige has a new colored hair every month and is spunky and LOUD.

Heath, my athletic, also very gay, best friend, pulled over into the driveway of the host's house and took a swig of the schnapps. As all of us filed out of Heath's prized Prius, he made sure to acompany me to the front door, by putting his arm around my waist.

As we entered the house all jaws dropped as they laid eyes on me and my slightly provocative dress that kinda qualified as a long T-shirt. The host of the party, Niccolo Romano, made sure to run his eyes down my curvy body at least twice before he tilted his chin towards the kitchen silently asking me to follow him.

Nic was born in America but his Italian parents keep their culture alive with speaking Italian and making amazing Italian foods. He has this sexy accent, which is probably the reason he has so many girls drooling over him.

Apparently Nic doesn't know me, because if he did, he'd know that Stevie Jones doesn't chase the boy. The boy chases Stevie Jones.

For the next hour I did what I do at all parties and danced with tons of boys and got all my drinks without getting them from the kitchen myself.

By eleven, I'm feeling quite drunk but not sloppy drunk. I'm just more fun when I'm drunk.

"Truth or dare, come on Stevie." Heath says tugging the hem of my dress down to cover my butt a little better.

We joined the group sitting in a circle in chairs, couches, and the floor all giggling.

My eyes landed on Nic and I teasingly snapped my teeth at him flirtasiously. He raised an eyebrow and his lip twitched upward in a cocky smirk. "Truth or dare, neonata?"

"Dario, French Boy."

"Actually, I'm Italian. But I dare you to go on a date with me." His accent was thick and full of cockiness.

"Oh, Alejondro. I know you think I'm just dying for you to take me out, but truth is there are way better candidates to take me out than you."

"Alejondro is Spanish, Principessa. So you deny my dare? The great Stevie Jones is turning down a dare?" He bit his perfectly full lip and looked at me through crystal blue irises.

(Andy Biersack as Niccolo Romano)

"Of course not. The Stevie Jones has never and will never turn down a dare as petty as that." I laughed the silky laughter that makes all boys drool.

Heath, always at my side, looked at me with shock. "Um, no boo boo, you said no hook ups with my teammates. I can't have the goalie of our team drooling over my main bitch." He said in my ear. Only loud enough for the two of us to hear.

"Its just a date, H, it'll be good. Besides it's not like I like him." I assure him and kiss his cheek as I always do.

Little white lies. A voice in my head chirps. I don't like Nic. I think.

The rest of the game goes on as planned I get asked petty questions and dares but my mind isn't in the game, it's on a certain Italian soccer player that keeps stealing sideways glances at me.

No. No way Stevie. You cannot let your invisible persona down now. No boys. Well, there's always boys. Just NO liking boys. Thats Heath's job.

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That Saturday Nic agreed to pick me up after the game. Me, being the great friend I am, go to watch Heath play. Definitely not Nic.

I couldn't help but notice that Nic's long black hair was pulled into a tight bun on the back of his head, and how his shirt raised just enough to see his tattoo on his stomach when he jumped to block a ball.

And how Heath is way more fun to watch than Nic... which isn't entirely true but I can't do that to him. Thats my Heath.

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Heath rushed me home after the game to get ready for the date that I'm not looking forward to.

OK maybe I am just a little.

I tugged on some ripped, stone washed, skinny jeans and a black flowy off the shoulder top.

As promised, Nic picked me up from my house an hour after his game. He knocked on the door and suddenly I felt nervous. I looked myself over in the mirror.

Pshh what was I worried about? I look great. Like always.

I walked out the door and was greeted by Nic in a blue button up t shirt and khaki shorts.

I couldn't help but check him out... twice.

"Where are we going, Frenchie?"

"I'm Italian. And we're going to Maggiano's, my favorite Italian restaurant and then to a drive through movie." He smiled cockily, proud of his choice of date, as he helped me into his expensive Mercedes.

"Id compliment you on how romantic your choice in date is but knowing you it'll be a Transformers movie and you'll make me order a salad."

"Bambino, you can order whatever you want. And actually it's a showing of the film Silver Lining Playbook with the Hunger games girl."

"Hmmm, not bad. Maybe you do stand a bit of a chance."