The Dare

Chapter 1

A/N
Hello, and welcome to my story!! For those of you who don't know, I am HadesUnderpants. You can call me anything you want, really. You see that guy up there? That's Matthew Noska, and he's Jax Carmichael. I know I suck at stories, no need to tell me what I already know. Also, I want to tell you that you guys are awesome! See you later, guys (and gals)!!! :)

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Gianna, my best friend, my crazy friend, my weird, quirky friend. Gianna the devil. As much as I love the girl, she drags me into some crazy shit sometimes. This time, we went to a bar. The real problem is, our parents don't know. They think we're at Rhys's house. He's covering for us, and he was smart enough to record our voices and edit our words so it would sound like we were actually there. That's why he's one of my best friends, he's always smart. I can't believe she dragged me into this. How does she manage to drag me into these types of things all the time? Whatever.

"Are you ready yet?!" I called from downstairs. While I was wearing a black jacket, black jeans, Converse, and a shirt that read: I Make Smart Cool, she wanted to go all out and wear a red dress that reached just below knee level. She was getting dolled up, and putting on makeup, the whole nine yards. I don't understand why. We weren't drinking, at least I wasn't, and we weren't talking to guys, or, once again, at least I wasn't.

"Almost done!" Gianna yelled from upstairs. Translation: Wait another thirty minutes! Why would she refuse to just be simple for one day? She had to dress up like she was going to die in those clothes. I really didn't care. I didn't understand girls like that. I guess I'm just not your typical stereotype of a girl. I take pride in that.

I guess that's why she's one of those popular girls, and I was just a wallflower. I didn't care though. Once you're done high school, your reputation doesn't really matter anymore. The kids who were mean to you in school will work for you and beg you not to fire them. At least, that's how I picture the world, but fate is never fair.

I was on my phone for twenty minutes, when, finally, Gianna came down.

"I'm ready!" Gianna said.

"Finally! I thought I was going to die in that chair! Now my butt's numb."

"You need to stop with the butt humor, it's not attractive."

"I don't care if I die alone, unlike you, that's your worst fear."

"Well, I want someone to love me, even if I have disgusting wrinkles."

"Stop being a hopeless romantic! Even if you don't find 'the one', you'll still be my bitch."

"Hey, you're my bitch, too, I just want a man slut to go along with it. Then I'll have the whole package."

"All men are sluts in high school, except for the nerds. They really don't care most of the time."

"C'mon, let's just go."

We walked over to my white 2016 Tesla Model S. Once Gianna and I got settled, I drove to the nearby bar. It was in an older area of town, but this part was barely disturbed and seemed safe, odd for a bar, but that was good because I'll feel a little more comfortable.

"We're finally here!" Gianna said, fist bumping me.

"Well, you seem too happy."