The Dare - b.b

Chapter Ninteen

[Skylar's POV]

Is it too much to ask for to sleep in until 8:00 in the morning on a Saturday? Apparently it was because I was rudely awakened to someone poking my shoulder. I groaned and swatted their hand away, burying my face deeper into my pillow. “Skylar,” a voice whispered huskily, “wake up,” they pleaded. I think I said some witty response like, “no,” and dragged my warm, soft blankets over my head.

I was suddenly dragged by my feet from my bed. I let loose a scream as I hit my carpeted floor with a thud. I wasn’t hurt,  just irritated. I groaned, rolling over to glare at the devil that had entered my room. “BEAU! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY  ROOM?” I shrieked; trying to find something to hide my sports bra and compression shorts clad body.

Beau quickly averted my gaze, a pinkish tinge appearing on his cheeks, “I, um, came over to make you a good luck breakfast for your date,” he said quietly, looking everywhere but me. “Aw you did,” I exclaimed, my brain obviously still half asleep because I sprang up to give Beau a kiss on the cheek without even thinking about it.

I saw his eyes widen and my face flushed awkwardly. I stepped away as though nothing happened and bent over to throw on sweatpants and a t-shirt.

I met Beau downstairs after taking a piss and found him standing at my stovetop, flipping pancakes, “You’re the best!” I gushed excitedly.

I sat down and devoured at least five of his heavenly, fluffy pancakes.

When I was halfway through my sixth one, I looked over at Beau, my mouth stuffed full of food. I swallowed painfully before speaking, “Where are my parents and brother?” I asked, peering at the doorway of the kitchen as if they would suddenly make an appearance.

Beau finished drinking his milk, “They went somewhere for…hockey tryouts?” I nodded in understanding. Even though it was mid soccer season, Sam had to also start trying out for hockey teams.

We finished breakfast and the dishes when Beau followed me upstairs so I could start getting ready for my date.

Max wasn’t coming until 3 and it was 11, but I still needed to get out of my glasses and wash my face and pick out my outfit.

Oh my god. It just hit me that I’m going on a date and my stomach instantly erupted into butterflies. “You ok?” Beau asked. He must have seen my face pale.

I tried to brush him off, “I’m fine,” I said as casually as I could, “I just realized I really need to…poop,” I burst out and sprinted to the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

I didn’t actually need to poop; I just needed sometime by myself to calm myself down.

After about five minutes had passed, long enough for an average shit of Skylar Harrison; I flushed the toilet and ran my hands underneath the sink to make it sound as if I was done pooping.

I skipped back down the hall to my room and seeing Beau there, sitting on my swivel chair, made me feel a lot better.