The Dare - b.b

Chapter Fourteen

[Skylar’s POV]

Oh my god.

I am such an idiot. I cannot believe that after all the boys went through to get me out of there, I forgot to grab a house key. And before you say it, no, my parents do not leave house keys lying around.

We did have one, a few years ago, hidden in a potted plant by our back door but that idea was quickly destroyed when a neighbor a few houses down had their house broken into by the burglar using the spare key found underneath their doormat.

I will be quite frank though; you’re kind of asking to have your house broken into if the best place you could think to hide your key was underneath your doormat.

Please, be a little more original than that. So, after that fiasco with the neighbors, my mom began to get really paranoid and decided that it would be better not to have a spare key and just expect everyone to carry around a spare key.

Well, she should have taken into account that I have a memory like Dory from Finding Nemo. In other words, my memory is close to nil.

I turned to Beau who was staring at his van, thinking.

He suddenly snapped his fingers, “Don’t you have a garage door?” I nodded, I had thought of that too, “Our garage door is so noisy, it would be a miracle if my parents slept through me opening it,” I explained, groaning.

Beau nodded, as if expecting that answer, “Well, I guess you’re staying at my house then,” he said with a final voice, as if reaching the best answer possible. “What? No!” I protested, “I could try to climb back up into my window…if I had a tree by my window.

Or! I could get a ladder and climb up onto the roof…but the ladder is in the garage,” I trailed off, trying to think of more brilliant ideas.

Beau handed me back the keys to the van and got into the passenger seat. I groaned, took one last look at my house, and got into the van, starting it up again. I pulled out of my driveway and drove to Beau’s house.

“Shouldn’t we be going to James’ house?” I asked when we reached Beau’s house. “James’ mom is really strict about James having girls over.

My mom already knows you so she won’t think anything of it,” I nodded, showing him I understood, but still a little confused. Beau let himself into the house with his spare key, one that he successfully remembered.

At least one of us isn’t an ignorant stupid head. (In case you didn’t understand my frustration, I’m the ignorant stupid head. Just to make things clear.) He dragged me through his quiet house and up the staircase to his room. He shut the door quietly and flipped the light on.

I blinked in the sudden, harsh light. Beau was already in his closet, tossing me some of his clothes that I could change into to sleep. “Thanks,” I mumbled before making my way out the door and down the hall to the bathroom. I changed into this and walked back into Beau’s room.

“You can take my bed, I’ll take the couch,” Beau said gesturing to the couch in his room which already had some blankets thrown messily onto it with a pillow.

I shook my head, “I’ll take the couch. It’s my fault I’m even here, thanks though, Beau,” I protested quietly, giving him a small smile. I blushed when he smiled at me and looked down at my feet, which were covered with Beau’s too-big socks.

He took a step forward and lifted my chin so I was looking him in the eyes, which was a bad mistake by him because every time look into his beautiful green eyes, I get lost in them.

Meaning, I lost all control of my body and there was the possibility of me fainting, but, you know, all was good.

“Skylar,” Beau said in a deep, lazy voice that gave me shivers down my spine, “I will be sleeping on the couch.” All I could do was stand there silently and softly nod, dying slowly on the inside from his voice and staring into his eyes.