It All Started With A Dare

Chapter four

Once A Clown Always A Clown

The sound of my alarm woke me up the next morning. I only got about an hour of sleep last night, thanks to Caleb. I rolled out of bed, still half asleep, and made my way over to the bathroom, which was far too small to share with my older brother. The bathroom also styled hot pink walls, princess shower curtains, a princess soap dispenser, and a narwhal very poorly painted on the wall, all courtesy of my little sister. None of us had the heart to remodel it after she died.

I ran a brush through my hair and threw on the outfit Vikki picked for me. I viewed myself in the mirror. My eyes had huge bags underneath them and appeared sunken in. My lips were cracked, dry, and crusty; my hair sticking up in all sorts of directions.

I ignored my horrid appearance and slipped on my combat boots. I never went anywhere without my combat boots.

I swung my bag over my shoulder and headed outside to Vikki's car, which waited in the front for me.

"Woah, what happened to you?" She questioned, noticing my sluggish posture.

"Caleb, that's what," I replied angrily.

"You look awful. What happened after we finished talking last night?" She didn't seem very concerned about my well-being. She seemed more amused than anything.

"He was blasting his music at three in the morning and then proceeded to go through my stuff." I rested my head against the window and closed my eyes; my head pounding.

"Wait, how was he going through your stuff?" Her face lit up as she realized. "Oh my! Was he in your room?"

She seemed too excited about this. I opened one eye and glared at her. "Yes, he was in my room, and it was a nightmare!" I closed my one eye again and rested against the window once more.

She paused for a second, gesturing loudly with her hands. "You mean you had a hot boy in your room, in the middle of the night!"

"That's not the point!" I gently slapped her arm.

"Um, that is always the point," she giggled. "Okay, okay, I wanna hear the whole story from the beginning."

I groaned but complied anyway. I started by explaining what I had already told her over text. I then went into what happened after that. She gaped at me. "You threw his speaker off the roof?"

"Okay, maybe not my smartest move, but he was being a jerk!"

"Are you kidding me? That was rebellious, I love it!"

We pulled into the school parking lot before I could get to the part about my sister. I really didn't want to explain that part.

We stepped out of the car and she jumped in excitement. "I can't believe you had Caleb Hunter in your bedroom."

"Trust me, I would love to forget it. That guy is a douche." I massaged my temples.

"Glad to hear you think so highly of me, speaker killer." I jumped at the sound of Caleb's voice.

"Oh would you look at that, it's a shiny car." Vikki pointed to a random car and tried to make a casual exit, leaving me alone with Caleb.

I watched her in despair hoping she would come back. Don't leave me alone with this guy. I reached my hand out after her as she walked away. Come back.

"Come on, I don't bite," he joked, noticing my stiff appearance.

"Yeah but I might," I muttered, turning to face him.

We began to walk to the entrance of the building. "Wow, so first you wreck my speaker and now you're going to bite me?" He paused. "Actually, I'd be into that," he spoke casually, as casually as one could, pinning me against the wall so that his body pressed against mine. My cheeks flamed up from the proximity, his face only a few inches from mine.