The Dare
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"Truth or dare?" Gianna asked me. "Truth," I said. "C'mon, Farah! You always pick truth! Live a little!" "Fine then, dare." Gianna looked around. Her eyes landed on something in the distance. I analyzed it, and found out, it was a someone. He was tall, with light brown hair, almost blond. His eyes were a mix of gray and blue. He was muscular and lean, probably about eighteen or so. He was stunning and I had seen him at my school before. "I dare you to kiss him," Gianna said, pointing at the guy I was just looking at. "On the cheek?" I asked, hopeful. "On the lips." Gianna said smirking. "No way." "Yes way, you chose dare." "Only because you made me." "You're kissing him, that's final." "Fine, mom!" The next thing I know, I'm making lip contact with the gorgeous guy I didn't even know. Nor did she know that she'd be her closeted friend's fake girlfriend, she'd fall for a guy she never expected she would even stay friends with, she'd try and date the guy she was deeply in love with (but bitterly crushed her heart) a second chance. Farah doesn't know a lot of things about her future, but I do! Cover by @pizzasgoodforthesoul. She's an amazing cover maker, and I hope you guys check her out. She's super friendly, and nice!
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Before I knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and I felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god, this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it! And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words 'this boy' kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the thick fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks. I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High. I am so unbelievably fucked. ----- 17 year old Ace Loughty was never one longing to be in the spotlight. In fact, he craved the exact opposite: being left alone. When Ace was 13, the tragic death of his younger sister Eleanor caused him to rapidly gain popularity and pitiful looks. He hated the attention. All of a sudden everyone wanted to be friends with the dead girls brother, they'd promise Ace he would never be alone that they would always be there for him, which he of course knew was untrue, they're all just hungry for attention. Sometime later the school moved onto other drama and gossip, things started to die down and people finally left Ace alone. He moved on with his life, convincing himself he was over Eleanor's death and as quick as the whole thing started, he returned to being lonely, weird, quiet nobody Ace. Just how he liked it. That is until 4 years later when he found himself sprawled out on a bed. With Charlie Simmons hovering over him. Charlie Simmons who was kissing Ace like he would die if he ever dared to stop. Which was all too true. Without kissing Ace, Charlie was as good as dead. *WARNING*: This story will contain themes of severe depression, suicide, abuse and somewhat graphic depiction of self harm. If any of these things may trigger you please rethink reading this story!! Started: January 21st 2020

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