No emotions involved //JANTHONY//

Truth or dare

No Emotion Involved
Jasmine pov
"So, what're we gonna do?" Renée asked. "Your choice, birthday girl," Anthony  replied her. "Um... Truth or Dare?" She asked, and I felt Anthony stiffen beside me. The last time we'd played truth or dare, Lin  had dared Daveed to finger me. Of course, I didn't let him, but Anthony thought I had, until I'd told him I was only kidding with him, but he still held a totally pointless grudge against Daveed .

"Um... lets play something else," Anthony suggested.

"No. I'm the birthday girl - I choose," Renée said,sticking her tongue out at him. "Now let the games begin," Leslie said, rubbing his hands together.

Something told me that this would be an interesting night...

Everyone looked pretty excited. Except Anthony , of course. "Okay, I'll go first," Renée suggested. Everyone else waited for her to make her move. "Anthony ," She said eventually. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth,"

"How long have you liked Jazzy  for?" Everyone turned to stare at Anthony , who looked embarrassed. "Um... since we were seven," He confessed. "Seven?" I echoed. "Really? When?"

"When we both used to go to that music  class, remember?"

"Oh," Wow.

"So is it my turn now?" Anthony  asked. Renée nodded in response. "Daveed ," He said, glaring at him. "Truth or Dare?"

"Um... I'm not sure I wanna risk a dare, so... I pick truth,"

"Have you got a crush on jasmine ? Yes or no?" I rolled my eyes. Anthony  got so paranoid sometimes. I knew Daveed didn't have a crush on me. There was no way he could- "Yeah,"

Say what now?

"You what?!" Screeched Anthony , Renée and I at the same time. Stephanie  looked kind of jealous. "I'm sorry! Anthony's the one who asked!" Daveed defended himself.

"Oh, God, Daveed ,that's gross!" I told him. "You're like my brother. I can't believe this!"

"I can't believe it either," Leslie  said. Anthony  kept silent. Oak looked up at him. "you OK ,Ramos ?" He  asked. I couldn't read his expression. "Yeah," He said, and then he suddenly looked mischievousness. He suddenly crushed his lips to mine, and the intensity behind the kiss made me moan. I guessed he was kind of flaunting the fact that Daveed would never be able to do this to me. Oh well.

He pulled away about ten seconds later, and Daveed  looked uncomfortable. Stephanie and the rest of the gang  was checking something on their phone until they looked up . "So..." I muttered, breathing heavily and trying to get my breath back. "Daveed um , it's your turn,"

"Right. Hm... jazzy , truth or Dare?" Anthony  immediately stiffened next to me. I rubbed his arm reassuringly and said "Truth," Anthony  relaxed a tiny bit. "If you weren't with Anthony , who would you want to be with?" I sighed. "Chris brown or something ," Daveed shook his head. "No, I meant-!"

"Nope. Your turn's over. My go," I said, grinning when I saw the frustrated look on his face. "Hm... Guys?" I said, referring to the entire group.. "Yeah?" Phillipa answered me. "Shouldn't we have rules? Like, something you have to do if you don't do a dare?"

Stephanie grinned. "Like what?"

"I'm not sure,"

"We can do it the old fashioned way - If you refuse a dare,you take off something you're wearing," Oak said. I bit my lip. Last time we'd tired that, things had not ended well. To my surprise, Anthony spoke up, "Sure." He said. I stared at him, and he shrugged. I smiled at him, and he kissed the he tip of my nose.

"Okay," I said. "Hm... Lin , Truth or Dare?"

"Dare?"

"I dare you to text your mom and tell her you wet your pants ."

He laughed and pulled out his phone and started typing them put  it away after showing us it

"My turn," Lin said. "Okay, jasmine , Truth or Dare?"

"Dare,"

"Just so you're warned, for making me go through that, I am going to make tonight unbearable for you." He said matter-of-factly. I stared at him. "But I helped you!"

"Yeah, after making me go through the four stages of grief!"

"Aren't there five stages?"

"Whatever! Look, I nearly died when you asked me two years ago to measure my height with Renée's knowing she was taller in that year , and, as we both know, I'm famous for holding grudges."

"But-"

"But nothing."

I sighed. "Fine. What's my dare?"

"Your dare is to not have any physical contact with Anthony whatsoever for the next week."

"Fuck off!" I roared. "No!"

Anthony laughed. So, I elbowed him in the ribs. "I think you know what you have to do if you forfeit," Lin reminded me. I scowled at him. "You're evil," I muttered as I pulled off my tee shirt. I'd decided to wear a cami under it, so I wasn't topless. Yet. Unfortunately, I'd decided against wearing a bra. I blushed a little, and made a mental note not to refuse anymore dares.

"Truth or Dare?" I asked Anthony . "Dare,"

"Take your shirt off," I said, fighting to keep a straight face as he raised his eyebrows and gaped at me. Everyone else was staring too. I shrugged. "Are you going to do it or not? Well, actually, you kind of have to." I said. Anthony sighed, and unbuttoned his shirt, then pulled it off and flung it down onto the couch beside him. "Why?" Anthony asked. I knew what he meant. "You look hot with your shirt off," I told him.

The game went on for another hour, and by then,  half the girls were naked. Well, almost naked. Some of the guys had given us their shirts to wear so we weren't completely nude. Anthony's shirt reached mid-thigh, so that was OK. The guys were shirtless and only wore their boxers. Stephanie had left a little while ago, but not told anyone where she was going.

"I'm gonna go to the toilet," I told them, getting up and walking towards the bathroom. I felt really warm and weird. I stood over the sink and splashed some water into my face, then cleaned it off with a towel. When I looked up, Daveed was standing there."Daveed what are you doing?" I demanded as he locked the door behind him. "I've tried so hard to restrain myself," He said, his voice sounded husky and rough."But I just can't. I want you, Jasmine . Right here. Right now."

"No!" I gasped. "Daveed , no, just go away, let me out!" I said, headed for the bathroom door. He beat me there and blocked my exit. I opened my mouth to scream, and he covered my mouth with his hand. I opened my mouth and bit his hand, and he slapped me across the face with such force that I fell down. He stared down at me, and I backed away from him, cradling my cheek with both of my hands. "Get the fuck away from me," I spat, still managing to sound angry despite how terrified I felt. All I was wearing was Anthony's shirt, and it didn't cover much of me.

I opened my mouth to scream again, but all I managed to get out was a small high-pitched noise before he'd stuffed something that felt like a small towel into my mouth. I started to cry, and I internally cursed myself for being so weak.

Never let the attacker know you're scared. That's the advice my mom had given me while teaching me self-defense. That was easier said than done, though. I was terrified.

I reached up to pull the towel out of my mouth, my cheek stinging, and the tears still pouring, and he stopped me, then bent down to look me in the eyes. "Tell me you want me, jasmine ," He whispered, kissing the inside of my wrist.

I felt sick.

I shook my head, and he looked angry again. "Tell me."

I shook my head. I knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to force me into saying I wanted him, then what he wanted to do wouldn't really be non-consensual. But it was, because I wasn't saying anything. "Jasmine ," He said through his teeth. "Tell me you want me," I didn't reply.

He looked furious. He started tearing at the buttons on the shirt I was wearing, and I shut my eyes and braced myself for what was to come.