Madi's slumber party is suddenly terrorized by a harmless dare.

At first I don't say anything. Liam seems cold. Distant. Nothing like the old Liam I knew. Loved as a best mate. "What's gotten into ya, bro?" "Besides your dick, eh?" Liam shook his head. "Don't you ever go online? Read the stuff about us? See the types of photoshopped pictures going around on the web, hmm? How I'm a bottom, and you're always the one shagging me? It only makes things worse when you touch me like you love me." "I do lo---." "You shu' up, now!" Liam yelled. "I am not joking here, Zayn. Don't touch me, don't look at me. Just keep your filthy paws to yourself, okay? There is no Ziam, or whatever the hell they call us now. I am not gay, Zayn!"

“I watched you for nights and all you and that voice talked about was you loving me,” Derek said. “Why are you in love with me? I’m overbearing, hurtful, angry all the time . . . what attracts you to me? The better we find what it is, the faster I can change it.”