Dare

Chapter 1

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My grip tightened around the red plastic as the loud thumps of my heartbeat dictated my body. I could feel the palms of my hands begin to dampen as I stood in the corner of the room, alone.

"Come on Ariana, have some fun, you've barely touched your drink," Blair slurs.

What was she on about? She knows I'm not enjoying myself. I shouldn't be here. I'd rather be at the dorm, reading a book, studying, watching a movie or somewhere just not here. This party was different: I had no one except Blair and even she was unreliable when it came to keeping me company. Despite reassuring me she would stay with me tonight, most of my time here was spent alone.

I had no idea why I agreed to go in the first place. Maybe because Blair is a good persuader or for once I thought I needed to get out of the dorm.

I check the time and it is only 12:48 and I am exhausted already.

"Blair, I'm really not feeling it right now. I think it's best if I leave."

My head is pounding, my legs are aching and I had been leaning on a wall just watching my surroundings for what seemed like hours.

"No, no, no, you have to stay. Just one more hour." Blair begs, taking another sip from her drink.

I really don't want to think about how much she's had to drink tonight.

I sigh.

"Fine." I give in for the fourth time tonight.

She grins. "Good."

Just as her lips part to speak, her eyes fall to the direction of the loud voice calling for her attention. I find myself left alone once more when she slurs a quick apology before disappearing into the crowd to identify the anonymous voice.

I felt uneasy with the idea of being alone here once again, with my anxiety seeming to taunt me further. With nothing better to do, I am left to study my surroundings in hopes it would distract me from my nerves.

Despite the substantial size of the house, crowds of people consumed every ounce of the place. Including the white, long staircase which stood comfortably in the middle. The vociferous music dominated over the sloppy cheers which poured from intoxicated mouths. Careless grinding, calls of laughter and unknown figures leading their partners up the spacious staircase flaunted the fun I seemed to be missing out on now.

"What's a beautiful girl like you doing standing here all alone?" A husky voice asks.

I twist round to be inches away from a male figure: dark, curly hair along with light green eyes that gazed down at me with such intensity.

The unexpected presence caught me by surprise, feeling my cheeks burn a rosy colour. I felt my mouth become dry at the idea that some time now I would have to speak to him. The more I try, I couldn't. I didn't know why I was feeling like this, feeling so timid. Perhaps it was because of his intimidating good looks, or the overpowering vibe he radiated, but I was certain it was partly because of the towering height.

He gives me this longing stare, waiting patiently for the response he craved. I couldn't look at the exotic eyes which provoked my nerves to rise, instead, forcing my own to study his body. Tight, black jeans, that fitted him perfectly in contrast to his white top which hung loosely. A silver, chain hung around his neck, writing engraved on the metal piece that dangled but I couldn't make out what it read. It was far too small for my eyes to read.