The Dare - b.b

Chapter Thirteen

[Skylar’s POV]

I walked around the house self-consciously, not recognizing anyone as I tried to locate the boys. Even though the boys were invited to this party, the host of the party was from a private school called Oak Hill. Meanwhile, the boys and I went to the public school called Huntington high school.

Finally, I saw the boys over in the kitchen, drinking out of red cups. “SKYLAR!” They all yelled loudly. I laugh quietly to myself; leave them alone for a few minutes and they’ll always get into some sort of trouble. I took a cup from one of the piles on the counter and filled it up with water from the tap.

I sipped from the cup, observing the party from a corner in the room. I watched Daniel try, unsuccessfully, to ask a few girls to dance.

With a dejected look on his face, he scanned the room, looking for his next victim. His face lit up into a devilish grin when his eyes landed on me.

He tipped the rest of the his drink into his mouth before he dramatically wiped his mouth and tossed his cup to the side, hitting some poor girl in the head, who shot him a dirty look that he failed to see.

He suavely floated over to me, really he tripped over his own feet, going down hard, before springing up again to continue his journey over to me.

He finally reached me and bent low at his waist in a bow, “Miss Harrison, may I have this dance?” he questioned, giving me a teasing wink. I laughed and accepted his hand.

He dragged me out onto the dance floor as the song Legacy by Krewella came on. We jumped around and did weird dance moves.

Daniel ran around me doing the shopping cart while I attempted to do the vacuum cleaner but, with Daniel jumping around and twerking on random people, I was basically just standing in the middle of the dance floor, laughing my ass off. Daniel rejoined me and we started doing the torch together.

I decided to give it some flare by adding a turn to it; big mistake. When I had my back to Daniel, I ended up socking some poor guy right in the face.

“OH MY GOD, I’M SO SORRY!” I yelled at him, trying to get him to hear me over the loud music.

The guy was still clutching his face so I waved goodbye to Daniel and led the guy to the kitchen, where it was much quieter. The only other people that were in there besides us was a couple sucking each other’s faces off.

I ran as fast as I could in my pumps to the freezer to grab a handful of ice and wrap it in a towel. I turned back to the mystery guy and pried his hands from his face to find…no bruising.

What the heck? I set my ice down on the table and gave the guy a long, weirded out, look. “Hi,” he said his voice deep and smooth, like Jell-O. Wait. Jell-O isn’t smooth. How about honey? Yeah, honey sounds good.

“Um, hi,” I said, trying to keep myself focused, “Are you a super-fast healer because I swear I just punched you in the face,” I said, chuckling nervously. He laughed, “You hit me in the chest, so no, I didn’t get hurt,” I joined in with him, laughing with relief.

“Why were you clutching your face then?” I asked, suddenly confused. “When a pretty girl is concerned about your well-being, you usually go along with it,” the guy said with a wink, causing me to blush a deep shade of red.

“Well, in case my ribs collapse from the colossal punch I received in my chest tonight, I’m going to need your name and number for insurance reasons,” he said, trying to be suave.

I laughed, “You’re going to have to do better than that,” I said, standing up and ready to go find the boys. The guy caught my wrist in his hand to keep me from leaving, “Would you at least dance with me?” he asked, not waiting for an answer, before leading me onto the dance floor.

An old Frank Sinatra song came on, surprising me because we were at a party.

The mystery guy spun me around the floor expertly. I had taken ballroom dance lessons when I was younger, so I easily matched his steps. “Where did you learn to dance so well?” he asked, sounding surprised. “I’m a dancer,” I informed him as he dipped me down.

“How about you?” I asked him when he spun me into him. “My mom made me take ballroom dance lessons when I was younger,” I burst out laughing when he said that, “What?” he asked, confused. “Nothing,” I responded, “it’s just my mom made me do the same exact thing”.

He laughed with me and spun me around one final time as the song ended. I stared deeply into his dark brown eyes and was surprised when I heard applause. I peered around, confused, until I saw that a small crowd had formed around us to watch. “Could I get that phone number now?” the guy asked, smiling widely when I nodded.

[Beau’s POV]

I was sitting in the front seat next to Skylar as we dropped the boys off from the party. It was only midnight, but the boys in the backseat were completely wasted.

“How was your night?” I asked her, breaking the silence as some Bon Iver played quietly in the background. She turned to me, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement, “I got a date,” She burst out, smiling widely. “What?” I almost whispered, so surprised.

“Yeah, this guy named Max Parker. We danced together and he goes to Oak Hill and we really hit it off…” I blocked off her babbling. Max Parker? Shit. He was the player of Oak Hill and the soccer captain, aka, our school’s arch-nemesis.

We dropped off the boys at James’ house before she drove back to her house.

She was going to drive to her house and then I was going to drive me and the van back to James’ house where I was going to spend the night.

I only had one beer so I was more fit to drive than the other boys were. We arrived at her house and she got out of the car.

I walked around the side of the car and took the keys from her. She was about to turn to enter her house when she suddenly turned back around to face me, panic filling her eyes.

“Beau,” she whispered anxiously, “How do I get back inside?” “Didn’t you bring a key?” I asked her. One shake of her head confirmed my worries. Well shit.