Yours Truly

Chapter Four: Damon's Devious Game

“What kind of game..?” I asked apprehensively. Damon looked at the other boys, that playful look still plastered on his face. A few of them narrowed their eyes at him, but he ignored their looks and turned back to me.

           

            “Your choice: Never Have I Ever or Would You Rather?” I scowled. Neither game was fun. Never Have I Ever always turned dirty and Would You Rather either took a turn for the gross or inappropriate. And because I would be playing with a group of teenage boys, I knew that either game would take one of those two routes. I was weighing out the pros and cons when Damon, who was clearly impatient, coughed. “Any day now, princess.” I gave him an icy look for calling me princess and he gave me a smug look.

            “Would You Rather.” I decided. Damon groaned and flopped back deeper into the couch’s plastic folds.

            “You’re no fun, you know that, princess?” He moaned in annoyance and sat back up. “But playing a game is better than doing absolutely nothing. So, that being said, I will start this.” He closed his eyes and thought for a few seconds. “This is a good one. Iris, would you rather wake up naked and sore without any memory of the previous night next to the Burger King telling you that ‘you had it your way,’” I gagged, “or, wake up next to Ronald McDonald telling you that ‘you were loving it?’” Damon gave me the smuggest look humanly possibly as he and the others saw my discomfort.

            “What kind of sick question is that? Neither.” I answered annoyed.

            “You can’t say neither. You have to pick one.” Caleb chimed in. I glared at him and he and Damon who were next to each other on the couch elbowed each other and laughed. I looked around at the boys, hoping one of them would bail me out, but they all were taking Damon’s side. I had to answer the question.

            “And what happens if I don’t answer the question?” I demanded. Damon thought for a second before his eyes lit up.

            “You have to kiss Mason.” My eyes widened.

            “What?!” Mason and I shouted in unison.

            “Rule’s a rule.” Damon shrugged. A few of the guys in the room tensed up and watched me expectantly. This was not fair at all. I didn’t want to answer the question. But I didn’t want to kiss Mason, either. Not that he wasn’t attractive. They all were. But I wasn’t about ready to pucker up to some stranger who was involved with hitting me with his car. Damon could see my distress and snickered. “You have five seconds to answer. Four, three, two…”

            “Okay fine!” I hollered. “I would choose Burger King.” I felt my skin crawling, but at least the question was over. “Now do I get to ask the next question?” I asked, exasperated. Damon thought for a minute and shook his head.

            “No, it’s Caleb’s turn.” He elbowed his friend in the gut. Caleb thought for a minute until something good popped into his mind.

            “Okay, would you rather…be stuck in a broken elevator with two fat guys for five hours or stuck on a ski lift with two fat guys for five hours?” I rolled my eyes. This game was ridiculous.