It's just A Dare

It's just A Dare

  • WpView
    Reads 186
  • WpVote
    Votes 15
  • WpPart
    Parts 43
WpMetadataReadOngoing2h 7m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jan 29, 2026
"Guys I can't believe it's our final high school year" says Ann "Me too I can't believe we are seniors .. we have to make lots of memories together this might be our last year studying same school " I say All my friends nod their heads except Pennlope " so let's keep our tradition as usual of our dare game " Penelope says while giving me a fake smile I kinda don't like her since she gives me bad vibes and she doesn't like me too , she doesn't say it out loud but I know Everyone has agreed as usual I also have to despite me having a bad feeling as usual " guess who is gonna be our last choice of this game..... Anna-Grace Thompson .. " Penelope says as she walks away ... Just GREAT as if I couldn't hate her more ...
All Rights Reserved
#192
highschoolexperience
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Knowing Asher
  • Player Vs. Player ✔
  • 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒- Mattheo Riddle 1997
  • Falling For Mister Nobody [COMPLETED]
  • Athena In Gold
  • Neighbours with the Badboy
  • My Wildest Dreams
  • The Alpha's Baby
  • Ruthless Possession
  • The New Girl //COMPLETED//

Stephanie Walker - straight-A student, sweet, pretty, and every parent's dream. Her life is perfectly planned out... until her senior year trip throws her into the chaotic orbit of the school's golden boy. Now her final year in high school isn't looking so simple. "Don't let me catch you, cupcake," his voice boomed from downstairs, and I took off running. I ducked behind a pole, heart racing, trying to calm my nerves. Way to go, Stephanie, my subconscious snarked. His footsteps echoed closer. "Where are you, cupcake?" he called out playfully. Like I'd actually tell you, I thought, holding my breath. Silence. Then, warm fingers snaked around my waist, and I didn't need to turn to know it was him. "Found you," he whispered in my ear, and a shiver zipped down my spine. "How?" I breathed, turning to face him. His smirk told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Get it together, fool, I mentally scolded myself. "Want the sugarcoated version or the truth?" he teased. I raised a brow at him. "I could smell you from a mile away," he whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. Butterflies. So many freaking butterflies. "That was the sugarcoated version," he added with a grin. I blinked, narrowing my eyes. "The pole didn't hide you well. Your cardigan was sticking out," he shrugged. And then came the smirk. "Now, time for my revenge." I barely had time to process before something soft and powdery rained down on me. I wiped my face. Flour. He did not just dump flour on me even if I started it. Mature, much? I thought bitterly. Poker face on. "Real mature," I said, brushing past him with fake annoyance. Time to activate drama mode. "Come on, babe, you can't be mad..." he called after me. This book is everything. You NEED to read this.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines