𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 [𝕕𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟 𝕠'𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟]

Bet You Cant Do It

**Profanity**
*Has a character you'll find out the name soon*

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The whole cast of Teen Wolf was hanging out, the exception of me not being on the show, at Tyler Hochelin's (Heck-lin) house for the night when we all started playing Truth Or Dare.

"Dylan, Truth Or Dare", Dylan Sprayberry said to Dylan O'Brien, I know confusing. Thank God for last names.

"Dare", O'Brien said. Sprayberry smirked

"Hop the frickin' fence, the tall side". The fence he was referring to was about ten feet tall on the "tall side" and was very hard to jump over, all of us had tried it at one point.

I was the only one able to get over.

"Done", O'Brien said getting up and walking outside, the rest of us followed ready for this failure-waiting-to-happen.

Dylan stepped back about twenty feet and then went into a full sprint at the fence. He jumped up at the last second and his hand grabbed the top. My eyes trailed down his arms and saw all the veins poking out slightly and I bit my bottom lip until he climbed over and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Goddammit!", I yelled loudly, angry that I wasn't the only one who could get over anymore. "Oh shit that's right! Sam was the only one who could get over", Posey (Tyler) said. I glared at him and playfully stomped inside. Kinda.

About 10 minutes later the cast came back in while I was sitting on Hochelin's couch looking at my nails. Cody Christian sat down next to me and I swear I saw a glare come from Dylan but I, being the mature person I am, ignored it.

We all kept playing and soon O'Brien pointed to me, "Sam".

I looked up from my phone and my eyes darted over the room before they found his beautiful brown ones, "Truth or Dare".

I pretend to think for a second before saying 'dare'. Dylan smirked and looked over to Hochelin, "Where's your workout room?", he asked.

Hochelin got up and we all followed him, O'Brien and I in the back of the group, to his workout studio-place-room-thingy.

"Okay Sam, pick up the weight", O'Brien said, I cocked my head to the side a little.

"That one". He pointed to the 100lbs weight.

"Okay"

I walked over to the weight and cracked my knuckles and hesitated for a second. I grabbed the cold metal and struggled for a second.

"Give up?", O'Brien's voice taunted from behind me.

"Nope"

"Oh come on you're a girl! You can't lift the weight!", Dylan laughed and slapped someone playfully next to him.

Anger rose in my chest and then the memory of him climbing over the fence played in my mom again like a slideshow that couldn't be stopped.

I gripped the metal hard and lifted it up as fast as I could and turned around, walking forward a bit while letting out a bit and dropping it at O'Brien's feet.

I caught my breath as Dylan's mouth remained open for a bit while the others were stunned. I adjusted my leather jacket and closed his mouth my two fingers and then patted him on the chest and walked out of the room.

"Holy shit", Sprayberry's voice rang out. I heard hard footsteps approach the living room and O'Brien appeared in front of me. He grabbed my arms and pushed me up against the wall, then his lips met mine in a frustrated motion.

I kissed him back immediately, my hands found their way to the back of his head, pulling at the small strands. His arms wrapped around my waist. I was the first to pull away, we looked at each other for a good amount of time before I gathered myself and walked away, going back to the couch and getting on my phone, texting Holland and Crystal in the group chat we made.

I was low-key freaking out the rest of the night before Holland was over it and took me home (thank goodness).