The Dare - b.b

Chapter Twelve

[Skylar’s POV]

It was the end of the week, finally Friday.

I was eating with the boys at lunch again, like I had the whole week, when James brought up a party. Of course, everyone freaked out with excitement.

“My friend, Zac, is throwing it. He throws the best parties in the city. He said we could come as long as we brought some booze,” James explained to me.

I smiled at the boy’s excitement and got up to leave when the bell rang, telling them to stay safe and make good decisions.

Daniel looked at me, confused for a moment, “Skylar, didn’t we tell you? You’re coming too!” My face broke out into a delighted smile at the thought of being invited and included in something. “Really?” I squealed, throwing my arms around Daniel in excitement.

“Umm, yeah,” Daniel said hesitantly, patting me on the back. “We’ll pick you up at 9:00, okay?” Beau told me.

I gave him my house address and nearly jumped out of my skin when the bell rang again, signaling the start of classes.

“Shit,” I muttered to myself as I started to sprint towards my class, waving goodbye to the boys. As I ran away, I could hear the boys yelling things at my retreating back.

Something about me being a goody two shoes and being late.

I laughed quietly to myself as I rounded the corner and burst into my class. “Miss Harrison, how nice of you to join us,” my biology teacher drawled.

My face flamed bright red as I found my way to my seat.

A few moments later, the door swung open to admit some more students. I let out a huff of frustration when the teacher let them find their seats without uttering any snide comments. My frustration was soon lost though when I thought about the party the boys were talking about.

I’m sure it’s just going to be a house full of drunken teenagers who have nothing better to do but rub their bodies against each other, but I was excited.

I, Skylar Harrison, had been invited to a party. Boo-yah. “Just jump!” I heard Luke shout at me from beneath my window. “I can’t,” I hissed back, shaking from fear. I was so scared of heights and there was no way I was jumping out of my second story bedroom window and into the arms of one of the boys.

It’s not that I didn’t trust them to catch me, it’s just, well exactly that. I didn’t trust them to catch me. Long story short, my mom had refused to let me go to a party where there could possibly be drunken people, high people, or the possibility that I could be drunk or high.

Basically, I blew up at her. I was so mad.

She didn’t even know where Sam was, probably at the party I was trying to get to, but she wouldn’t let me go because she didn’t want me to tarnish my innocence.

Also, she told me that only whores and girls with no self-respect go to those kinds of parties while I tried to explain that everyone is going to be there.

Honestly, I think she would have let me go, she’s always trying to get me to be more social, if I hadn’t told her I was going with five other boys.

That kind of thing set off red flags with her even though I explained that we’re all just friends. So now, I was locked down in my own house, trying to decide if I trust these five boys enough with my life to jump out a window for a party.

I gulped nervously, backing away from the window of doom and wrapping my arms around myself. I stared at myself in my full length mirror and took a deep breath to calm my nerves. I had spent all this time to get ready for a party and I was not going to miss it.