Dare Night

Chapter 3: The Envelopes.

Riiiiiiiiiing........Riiiiiiiiiing........Riiiiiiiiiing!!!!

What in the world was that god awful noise, and why is it waking me up at 7 in the morning?

"Sorry, that's my phone," April groaned next to me in my bed, "Hello?" She answered.

I was too tired to even listen to her conversation, so I grabbed my phone and seen I had a text from Sonic:

Sonic - So I heard from a little birdie, you were chattin' it up with Brooklyn last night.

Me - And who was the birdie?

Sonic - Brooklyn.

Me - Brooklyn talked to you about me?

Sonic - He sure did. Said you were a pretty cool chick and doesn't get why people hate you.

Wow, Brooklyn Bomer was actually talking about me. That is weird but also made me smile at the same time. Oh god, that wasn't an 'I like him' smile, was it? Oh god please don't let me like him. He would never in a million years go for me.

As much as I loved the thought of being with Brooklyn, I know it would never happen. Yeah, we were both loners, but his is by choice. He could be with any group at school, because he's friends with everyone, well mainly all the girls, but still. Me? I didn't choose to be sitting alone in the corner of the cafeteria, while everyone was with their friends talking, laughing about stuff that happened over the weekend, while I ate whatever the school called food that week.

He had every girl at school wrapped around his pretty little finger, while I had Cheetoh dust wrapped around mine. I heard a rumor that he slept with 3 girls in one night at a party. Which to me is disgusting, but to him is a win in his book. We are just too different to think about each other like that.

"That was my dad," April said, "I have to go grocery shopping with him in an hour. Could you give me a ride home? I need to shower and change out of these clothes.

I looked down and realized both of us were still wearing our clothes from last night. I looked at her and we simultaneously started laughing.

I threw on some sweats and and a long sleeve shirt and headed downstairs to take April home.

"Party hard last night?" My mom asked.

"Very," I said, "And don't talk so loud."

"Oh," My dad laughed, "Someone's got a hangover."

"Someone's got a hangover," Kyro started singing. Eventually my parents joined him torturing my head.

"I'm taking April home now."

"Be careful" They yelled.

April and I laughed as we walked to my car, "What are those?" She asked.

"What are what?"

"Those," She pointed to the windshield of my car, where two envelopes were stuck underneath my windshield wipers. They had our names on each of the cards.

"That's creepy," I said taking the one with my name on it. I flipped it over and it was sealed with wax. We both looked at each other and tore them open. I read mine aloud:

Dear Miss Reese Meyers,

You are cordially invited to Dare Night. A night full of dares and fears.

Should you choose to accept, you will find coordinates at the bottom of the page, in which you will meet at. Follow the directions and be there at 09:00 p.m. tonight.