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Chapter 1 - The Games

*Talia P.O.V.*
Me and my best friend, Anastasia, are the mind of best friends you wish you had. We do everything together, tell each other everything and have the most fun together. We've been BFFs since sixth grade. How we got to be friends in the first place is because she basically saved me from a toxic friendship  I was in. From then on, we've been inseparable.
Today is Friday. After school, neither one of us wanted to go home, so we're sitting on a bench in the park, eating popcorn and talking.
"You know, I kind of wish I had a boyfriend." I say.
"Me too. Wait. I know what we should do." She's got a devious smile on her face, which excites me. She pulls out her phone and I crane my neck to see what she's doing. "I actually saw a really cute guy at school. He's a year older. Hos name is Michael." She puts her phone in my face with a picture of a guy on the screen. Medium height, black hair, brown eyes, tan. I guess he's alright, but he doesn't appeal to me in any way. Which is good, because this guy is for Anastasia. I have no interest in descouraging her, so I put a smile on my face and nod. "Approved."
She smiles back a dirty kind of smile and I remember one thing. "As long as he's kinky, like us, though. I say and we both start giggling like crazy.
When I said we have the most fun together, I didn't say how we do it. One of our favorite things to do together is to make kinky stories about each other.
It turns out we are not one bit the good, innocent girls everybody thought we were.
"Ok, so now that we've settled my target, it's time to get yours."
Uh-oh.
"No. No way. You know I can't." I really can't. It's as simple as that and she knows it."
"Come on! You said it yourself. You want a boyfriend!"
"Yeah, sure. But doesn't mean it can happen."
"I'll tell you what. We'll find you a guy, and if there's no spark, I'll leave you alone."
I'm still not convinced. I've already lost some good guy friends to relationships before I realized I need a certain type of guy.
But she won't give up easily. "Come on! It's been ages since we've helped each other with guys. It's only been you helping me. I want to help you find yourself a boyfriend!" she continued.
"Ugh, fine!" I can't resist her. But I still can't believe myself: after about three years of some unspoken no-relationships rule I've put upon myself, I'm gonna try again. It's unbelievable what this girl can convince me to do.
For the next few minutes, we looked in instagram for possible matches for me. No result.
"Aaaaah!"
Anastasia screamed. What the fuck just happened?"
"What? Why did you scream?"
She looked at me apologetically, but she couldn't hold it for long and she started grinning. "So a couple of minutes ago, I responded to one of Michael's poles on Instagram."
"Ok.. so?"
"It was a <who's down to hang out> pole. He texted me righ fucking now!
Alright. Now I'm getting excited. "Let the games begin." I smirk.