Creating monsters (R.S.L.)

"Truth or dare, Sam."

I tapped my lip, thinking. I already knew what I was going to pick, but loved the tension in the air, the excitement. "Dare."

My friend gave me a dark smile."Ross Shor Lynch."

My smile faltered. "Excuse me?"

"I want you to crack his bad boy shell and get him to fall in love with you. That's your dare."

I was never one to back down from a dare. I was famous for taking on any dare. I couldn't make this an exception, and raise suspicion. I set my jaw. "Fine." As long as he doesn't remember me, I should be fine.

"You have three months."