Truth Or Dare

twenty

When I eyed the fake blonde streaks through Serena's hair I could hardly hold back my grimace.

Her outfit consisted of high rise acid wash shorts, a tight orange cropped top, and a pair of checkered vans. To say she wasn't pretty would be a lie. But I saw through it. In my eyes it was clear her looks were all fake and covered with trendy brands.

Sadly, my giddy mood had bubbled down into disgust as I watched the low cut cropped shirt fall down to reveal all of her bra to me.

My own boobs felt a bit inferior around hers to say the least. I subconsciously looked down to see nothing but my feet and sighed with sadness.

"I know you have Aspen here." An annoying voice sneered, taking me out of my thoughts. Serena had gotten so close to my face that I could spot a tiny piece of kale in her teeth. Gross.

"You do? Have you been stalking me?" I stated, boredly. On the inside nerves began kicking in at all the things Serena could have told Aspen's dad.

I nearly forgot to be concerned by how worried I was about his dad's opinion on me.

"No, it's obvious. Where else would he be when you're supposed to be his current fuck buddy." Her lined eyes zoned in on my chest covered in only Aspens shirt. "Though I don't see why he would be interested in even that."

Before I could respond, a pair of hands wrapped around my waist. Something heavy fell on top of my head which I decided that was Aspen's chin.

"You see there's quite a lot to like about her. Have you ever looked into her eyes? Or listened to her cheesy jokes that only she laughs at? Honestly I wouldn't blame you if you were trying to steal her from me. She's quite the catch." He proudly spoke above me making my heart warm at his words.

The warm feeling was not affected by the flash of anger and sadness on Serena's face. I actually found myself smiling smugly at the poor girl.

"Of all women you choose this whore!" She started but was quickly cut off.

"Don't speak to me as if I'm a mirror." I intervened.

Her fists started shaking and I immediately felt a bit of pity for her.

As she opened her mouth she was interrupted once again. A man behind her stood tall with dark hair lined with subtle grey streaks. His eyes had no wrinkles as evidence of years worth of smiles. A pale olive tone filled his skin making his high cheekbones pop. The man only looked to be in his mid-thirties and the only thing to prove that wrong is his hair color.

"What is the meaning of this?" He spoke with authority and power.

The way he looked at me felt like I was a kid stealing bacon from the breakfast plates at home. I felt the need to apologize but for what, I didn't yet know.

The feeling of Aspen tensing behind me made me wary. Aspen pushed me behind him and stepped out onto the large porch outside of my home. His actions gave Serena a full view of his naked chest and I felt the need to lightly hit her with my car when she licked her lips seductively.

For some reason, it was only now that I'd realized I was only wearing Aspen's shirt. My face flushed in embarrassment as I hid myself further behind my door.

"Dad." Aspen acknowledged while my heart plummeted.

Oh god. First meeting and I'm only wearing his sons shirt while I called his daughter a whore. Classy.

"Son, what in the world are you doing here? You'd rather be with some girl than home with your family?" The man muttered as if Aspen was a mindless child.