It Started As A Dare

Sick Jokes

Genuine surprise is displayed on his face. He opens his mouth to speak, but closes it after a sec. He's quiet, his eyes looking around the room as his brows pull in, morphing his expression from surprise, to confusion.

"Is this some sick joke?"

"No. I'm being serious. Would you like to be my date to the dance?"

He takes another moment to ponder my offer before he responds.

"As long as this isn't a way for you to attend the dance at no charge, I accept."

I feel accomplished. I've never had to worry about getting a guy to go to a dance or school function before. I'm glad I was able to on my own.

I pull a pen out of my back pocket and click it.

"I guess I should, maybe, give you my number?"

I bite my lip just to play it safe. He doesn't seem fazed, but his eyes do glance at my lips. I typically wear hooker red lipstick to school. It makes them stand out against my skin.

"Of course. Let me grab a sticky note."

He sets his backpack on the table and opens one of the pouches. He roots around for a few seconds before pulling out a pencil box. He opens it, handing me a stack of bright blue sticky notes. I jot my number down on the paper before clicking my pen and handing him the pad of notes back.

"Text me soon?"

"I don't utilize my phone in school. At the end of the day I will, is that an adequate amount of time?"

"Yes."

I give him a thousand watt smile, showing off my pearly white teeth. Well, I can't way pearly white teeth. Romance novels always get that wrong. My teeth are slightly darker than white. Anybody with pearly white teeth looks terrifying in my opinion.

"If you excuse me, I must get on my way. I have a Physics test soon that I don't want to miss."

He clearly has a hint of a smile on his face as we exit the study room and return the key to Mrs. Keating.