**Outfit of Emily 👆**
Chloe's POV
"Ooo!" we laughed as we glanced at Emily, whose face was bright red.
"Ha ha," Emily said with a sarcastic tone, trying to play it off.
"I hate you guys; you are the worst!" she huffed, clearly annoyed.
"We know you love us!" Austin shot back with a laugh.
"Not at all!" Emily was about to retort when I covered her mouth and said, "Shut up and do your dare."
With her big puppy dog eyes, she pleaded, "Please give me another dare!"
"No," we replied firmly, a smirk on our faces as she huffed in disappointment.
"Okay, Rose, give me the number," Emily said, crossing her arms in frustration.
"Alright, write down ***568***," Rose suggested, clearly enjoying the moment.
As she scribbled the number, I realized it looked familiar. Quickly, I pulled out my phone and typed it in: it was actually Damon’s number!
"Oh damn," I whispered to myself. If Emily found out, she'd be furious—and trust me, chaos would ensue. I quickly understood how Rose got this number; only a select few had access to it.
"Rose," I confronted her, a serious look on my face. "How did you get Damon’s number?"
"Uh, I got it from your phone when we dared Austin. You all were too busy, and I thought I’d swipe Xavier's number from Emily's phone, but she was holding it. Then I saw your phone and... well, your wallpaper," Rose said sheepishly, indicating the picture I had of me and Damon. "I thought I’d get a little revenge on Emily for mocking me, so I took down the number. But I forgot to grab Xavier's contact."
"Wow, you're a genius, but you know how much Emily hates Damon. If she finds out, you're in big trouble!" I warned her.
"Yeah, I know, but it's just too fun!" Rose chuckled.
"Yup."
**Emily's POV**
"Okay, write down ***568***," Rose said cheerfully, while I noticed Chloe cornering her. Austin couldn’t help but laugh at my expression.
"Alright, Emily, you can do this," I thought. It's not like she could give me the number of a gang or something. Deciding to just go for it, I sent a daring text to the number, even though it felt wrong.
Emily
I wanna moan your name
"There, I did it!" I said, grinning at them as they cheered, but the laughter quickly resumed. We continued playing until we settled in to watch a movie, and soon enough, we all drifted off to sleep.
"Emily! Rose! Chloe!" Austin shouted, startling us awake.
"Wake up! We have to get to school. If you don’t hurry, you’ll be late!" he urged.
"I'm up!" we replied in unison, groggily getting ready. As I was preparing, I noticed my phone was dead.
"Oh man," I sighed, rushing to plug it in before heading downstairs to make breakfast since it was my turn. We ate in comfortable silence, enjoying my cooking skills while debating the age-old question: who’s the better hero—Spiderman or Batman?
"Of course Spiderman is better; he believes most people are good," I argued, with Rose backing me up.
"Batman is just a rich guy who uses his wealth to feel superior," Chloe countered.
"Batman sees the world as mostly evil, believing the good need protection and inspiration," Austin chimed in, igniting the debate further.
(Just for fun; don’t take it too seriously!)
After about ten minutes, we hopped into Austin's car and made our way to school. I suddenly realized I left my phone behind. "Today is going to be a long day," I muttered under my breath. We attended classes, and when the last bell rang, I went to gather my things from Austin's house before heading home.
Once I finished my homework, I decided to take a break with my phone and noticed an unknown number had texted me. Panic set in as I remembered the daring text I’d sent earlier. Curiosity getting the better of me, I opened it.
Damon
What and who are you?
Emily
Ummm...
Damon
And how do you get my number?
"Think, Emily," I said to myself, trying to come up with a witty response. I knew this guy should be polite. But what to say? After a moment of silence, I decided to reply.
Emily
Well, hello to you too! It’s not nice to text like that; it's rude.
Damon
Cut the crap. Firstly, don’t tell me what to do. You texted me in a weird way, and now you're preaching about politeness? Do you even know who I am?
Emily
If you were the President, maybe I would know, but you aren’t. So yeah, just because I texted you doesn’t make you special—and you’re still rude.
Damon
Wait, you don’t know me, so why did you text me?
Emily
Honestly? I didn’t want to. I got dared to text this number. Just remember, don’t judge a book by its cover. And for you, don’t judge it based on a single text.
Damon
Seriously, who gave you this ridiculous dare? And seriously, don’t tell me what to do.
Emily
That’s a secret I can’t share! And who are you anyway? Why can’t I ask? You can’t hear me, but we're texting—oh, so sad! I’m really sorry.
Damon
First, tell me how your friend got my number because only a few have it. I’m a perfect, handsome, and dashing guy, by the way. But I doubt you can handle knowing my name.
Ps : I don't think you can handle it if I'll tell you my name. I don't know you will actually moan of my name ;)
Emily
Firstly OK i'll ask her how she got it
Ooh please don't flatter yourself
Ps: Pervert :-|
The exchange had just begun, and I was already on the edge of my seat.
After that, my mother calls for me to have dinner, so I just say bye and off
After dinner I was so tired so I just went to play with my babies and go to my dreamland .
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Texting my enemy
RomanceWhat if you are dared to text someone that you hated. Emily Johnson , 17 year old never thought a simple text can change her life . And she never loathed any one as much as she did to Damon king . Damon king our typical popular boy with good looks...
