16 Dares

I got a prom date

I woke up the next morning to silence. That's unusual. Usually Bradley is up and screaming by now. I roll over and look at the clock. 11 o' clock.

Deciding to go investigate, I throw the covers off, and slide out of bed. I pad over to my door, and open it, resulting in a creak from the hinges. I wince at the sound.

Stepping out of my room, I pad across the hall to Sarah's room. The door is cracked open, so I stick my head inside. The room is empty, the bed neatly made, and the curtains open. Maybe she went to a job interview. Closing her door behind me, I head downstairs to get some breakfast.

Walking into the kitchen, I flick on the lightswitch, and sleepily make my way over to the pantry.

Grabbing a box of cereal, I grab a bowl, place it on the counter, and grab the milk from the fridge.

As I begin to pour the milk into my bowl, I her someone clear their throat.

I shriek, dropping the milk carton on the ground. The carton busts open, flooding the floor with milk. I slip on the wet tile floor, falling to the ground on my butt.

Pain shoots up my back, and I grind my teeth together, to keep from screaming.

Someone is going to die today.

Ignoring the searing pain, I pull myself up and grab a kitchen knife out of a nearby drawer.

I spin around on my heel, clutching the knife closely, preparing for attack.

Instead, I find Blake sitting at my kitchen table..... Laughing?

Oh. My. God. I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!

"Blake!" My scream pierces through the house.

He smirks, cocking his head to the side. "Yes?" He asks.

I grip the knife even tighter, anger boiling up I side of me.

Suddenly, he notices the knife, and the smile disappears off his face.

That's right.

"Skyler. Please put the knife down. Come on" He says, attempting to get me to put the knife down.

He wraps his hand over my hand, easing the knife away from me.

Just as he slips the life out of my hand, I turn around and knee him where the sun doesn't shine.

"Oooof! Oh god! Agh! Skyler!" His face turns red, and he bends over, squeezing his eyes shut.

I smile in victory.

"That was so unfair!" He complains, still groaning.

"You'll live.... maybe." I say, grabbing an apple out of the fruit bowl, seeing as I can't have cereal.

He hobbles over to a barstool, plopping himself down, slumping over the counter.

I finish my apple a few minutes later, tossing it in the trash. I glance over at Blake, to find him watching me.

I give him my best 'innocent' smile.

For some reason he smiles, and shakes his head.

"I can't stay mad at you" He says with a chuckle.

What?

"So I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here in the first place, right?"

"Well ya, I didn't think you wanted to come to get beat up." I say sarcastically.

He chuckles. "Definitely not. Now go get ready, we're going out. I have a surprise for you." He declares.

I groan, knowing better than to ask what it is.