My Good Girl

Chapter 11

Maya POV: 

"Let's play truth or dare." Mark grinned evilly.

The boys all looked at each other smiling wickedly. 

" How bout we do something else." I awkwardly scratched my neck.

"CHICKEN!" Ryder coughed under his breath.  

I don't know why but when someone calls me a chicken or says no balls I get this urge to do it just to prove them wrong.  I think something is seriously wrong with me.  I look up to see the three boys looking at me expectantly.

" Fine." I walk back out to the living room grabbing my phone that Ryder tossed on the floor before throwing me into the pool. I sit on the floor and now it's my turn to look at them expectantly. 

" Who's first?" Noah asks plopping down to my left. 

" I will ask first." Mark raises his hand like he's in first grade.

We all nod our heads simultaneously at Mark. 

" Okay, Maya since I am a party guy I got to know, Do you drink, and if so what?"  Mark asked like my answer depended on if he was aloud to talk to me again.

" Yea I drink. I don't have a preference just nothing shitty." Ryder looks at me with a smug look on.

" My turn to ask now right?" I smile at Mark because he looks like I said the right thing.

" All yours."  Mark looked at me eagerly for the tea to spill.

" Noah truth or dare?" I glance at his childish expression.

" Dare obviously." Noah rolls his eyes.

 I tap my chin thinking of a dare. My first dare cant be weak. I look at Ryder and smile. " Come with me, Noah." I look back to see him give the boys a thumbs up then check his breath. 

" Now that you have me alone what do you want me to do." Noah smiles suggestively.

 I roll my eyes dragging him up the stairs I hear soft music playing and follow it. I knock on the door and pause. The music stops playing and Layla opens the door.

"Hey, guys do you need something?" Layla smiles at me.

" So Layla do you maybe have some slutty clothes that would fit Noah?" I smile widely at Layla.

Layla just gets an evil Smirk plastered on her face. I notice Noah visible becomes more nervous.  Layla pulls us in and sits us down on her bed.

" I don't have any clothes  I could trust you in around those boys. I trust you but not them. Those creeps might make you not want to come back if I gave you an outfit." Layla smiled at me as I laughed.

Noah fidgeted next to me as Layla disappeared into her closet. " Mark won't be able to keep his hands off of you!" I smiled at Noah.

" WHAT?" Noah stood up " I knew he had a man-crush on me who couldn't"  Noah paced the floor.

Layla popped her head in and scrunched her face at me of her trying to keep her laughs inside. 

Layla comes from out of her closet with booty shorts and a crop top. " Put them on," Layla demands pushing them to Noah.

" Fine" Noah starts to unbuckle his pants. Me and Layla screech and turn around." Noah, we don't want to see all that."  I gagged.

Noah just chuckled at me " How do I look." Me and Layla turn around to see Noah striking a pose. I pull out my phone and snap a photo.