"Truth or dare" He whispered into her ear as he slithered his arm around her waist. Summers eyes flickered open faster than the speed of light to her old 2006 alarm clock blasting the standard beeping sound to wake her up. She sat up in her makeshift bed, a mattress on the floor with a few pillows and some old, scratchy blankets. Summer looked down at her right arm, the mistakes from last night plastered up and down, the scars protruding from her arm like prisoners trying to escape from their jail cells.
Summer got up and looked in her cluttered closet for an outfit, something with a sweater. After she finished getting dressed her phone rang and the contact name that popped up was 'Mr.Niall' Summer ran over her phone and picked it up while brushing her hair, "yello?" she answered with. On the other line there was a chuckle, "Hi butt nugget, we have a problemo, my binder has a ginormous stain on it...." there was a pause ; "paper binder or chest binder, Niall, you literally couldn't be any less vague." Niall knew Summer loved to mess around, especially with being sarcastic. "Chest binder, what am I going to do?" Niall had some form of desperation in his voice, "Wear a black shirt, nothing transparent, maybe even that Twenty One Pilots hoodie over it, when you get home take it off immediately and put it in a cold wash, gotta go, see you at school. " Summer finished her hair and hung up. She grabbed her backpack from the corner of the room and left the house.
