American Dream

Chapter 18- eighth graders

Blame colour sheep.

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Scott's POV

"So what shall we do now?" I asked, my feet propped up on the couch as I stared at the ceiling.

"You wanna play a game?" Kirstie suggested.

"We could play truth or dare, or spin the bottle, or something equally childish," Rory said thoughtfully.

"Let's play truth or dare like the eighth graders we are," Mitch said with a smile.

Ten minutes later, all of us with our drinks of choice, we sat in a circle on the floor.

"Okay, me first," Kirstie said. "Mitch. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Umm. What was the last lie you told?"

"Umm. I told Travis that I hoped it worked out for him?" He said uncertainly.

"Ohh, you bad boy!" Rory teased, and we all laughed.

"I was being polite. What I really wanted to do was slap him hard and storm off crying, just so he had to deal with the embarrassment." Mitch joked.

"Well, Fair enough," Kirstie shrugged.

"Scott, truth or dare?" Mitch asked me.

"Dare." I said confidently.

"Okay. I dare you to call someone, pick someone else to call someone, put both phones on speaker and see what they say to each other."

"Someone's getting creative," Avi mumbled.

"Okay, okay," I said, trying not to laugh. "Normally I'd pick kirst, but I'm kinda curious as to who Rory would call, so, Rory." While Rory scrolled through her contacts, I thought hard. It really depended on who Rory was calling, but I wasn't allowed to know..

"Got it," I said, dialling. Rory did the same and we all sat there in silence, trying not to laugh.

'Scott?'

'No. Who are you?'

'Who are you?'

'For fucks sake Rory. Are you seriously doing this to me?' Rory started laughing silently.

'This isn't Rory. This is Scott's friend? I'm guessing you know who that is. Unless he knows a guy called Rory and mixed up the contacts.'

'Rory's a girl.'

'Well then I'm quite clearly not her'

'No.'

'Well then. I'm gonna hang up now.'

'You do that. But I swear, if Rory put you up to it...'

'I don't know a Rory.'

'Suurreee.' The line went dead. Rory hung up her phone and we all burst out laughing.

"Who did you call?" I asked her, my stomach hurting.

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Tell you what. I'll finish this chapter tomorrow (or completely delete it and write something else) and when I'm stuck in the car most of Sunday I will write loads? Maybe. I don't know if I'll be able to upload till Tuesday, but I'll write as much as possible. Holiday troubles.. I uploaded something today. Something everyday, like I promised.

I'm not making much sense, am I? I feel like there is something up with that paragraph, but I'm not sure what.