The Fuckgirls' Secret

Page|10: Truth or Dare

Holy Shit!

Holy Shit!

Kate leaned to me to whisper something.

"Remember, this is your chance for our plan."

Who said I want to be popular? I'm only doing this for my bestfriends.

"Hey, drink this first!" the handsome guy shouted and gave me a shot of a clear liquid on a shotglass. I took and drank it. Oh! My face soured, it burned my throat!

"So...truth or dare?" The blonde girl asked me in light feathery voice. Like Courtney's.

Truth or Dare.

Truth or Dare.

Truth or Dare.

Truth or Dare.

It's echoing in my mind.

I look around me, the players waiting for my answer. Then, I remember...the plan. It's my chance.

"Dare." I declared.

The girl made an evil grin, which send jitters to my whole body.

"Find a random guy, head upstairs, and do it with him." Fuck.

"Are you serious?" I snapped, stood up, and Kate held my hand. Good thing because she just reminds me of the fucking plan. I looked around the house, hoping that maybe I might find some guy I knew. But I never made friends with a guy. I'm screwed. And what is she talking about doing something? What am I supposed to do?

What does that mean?

I spotted a familiar guy, talking to a blonde, the players looked at me. His back facing me, I knew it was him. Waiting for what I was gonna do next. I walked closer to that stupid person. My visiin blurred slightly, causing me to sway a little. That should be him. That should be him.

Hoping that he won't recognize me. But that's impossible. He's the only one I knew that could possibly save me from this stupid game and stupid plan. As I got closer, a man beside him nudged his shoulders and pointed at me. I walked confidently, copying Kate's. Imagining I was one of those Victoria's Secret models on the catwalk. Damn. It's embarrassing!

"Hey.." He greeted me, frowning. Like he was not believing what he was seeing.

God. He was so..

He looked good in that black leather jacket.

I shrugged.

He moved closer to me, and he left his company. He towered over my height. The blonde behind him threw me an awful glare. I raised my brow at her and I looked back at him.

Now, he's focused his eyes on me. He looked me up and down, which is kind of annoying, but I endured it.

"Hi, are you busy?" Let's get to the point!

"Nah. Wanna grab a drink with me?" He smiled at me. It's ridiculous, because I'm supposed to be mad at him at what he's done.

I looked back at our group in the living room, who were all watching my every move.

"No," I said to him. "Let's go upstairs." and I grabbed his hand and lead him to whatever's upstairs.

As we walked the stairs he said, "Ah..I think you are rushing things.. Don't you want to take it slow?" I looked at him, Frowning.

"I hate slow, I really am in a rush. Just come with me."

We finally reached upstairs and he stopped in front the second door by the hallway that was covered in a moss green wallpaper.