I'd be a liar if I tell that I've never loved you
Koryn is dumbfounded. She wasn't expecting her rival to ask her that. What is her greatest fear?
"Being lied against"
Why will she be scared of being lied against? Is she hiding something?
Nice shoves the bottle to her still not taking of her gaze. Koryn catches and spins the bottle. It turns and turns, nonstop. Everyone furrows their fonts.
"Fucking stop!" Koryn curses in nervousness. She had enough already.
It comes to a stop towards Johns. She looks at him in malice and he narrows his eyes at her. She asks rapidly 'Truth or dare'
He knows he can't go for 'truth' because she'd trap him "Dare" he selects
"I dare you to point out all the girls in our midst you laid"
"Are you knots?! How is that a dare?"
she grits her teeth "Do as I say. It's a command"
He looks over at Abigael and she put her head down, in between her knees.
He clenches his jaws, lifts his hand and points out all the ladies except Nice. He ends on Koryn. Abi's eyes are filled with tears.
Silent has filled the space. Abi feels uncomfortable seated here. She has been humiliated enough. She wants to leave. She stands, letting the tears stream their way down and runs away. Nice follows her from over her shoulder.
John wakes up to do the same her but freezes and settles back down, he spins the bottle; that re-lands on Koryn. Her body gets filled with tremor automatically.
His eyes are pilled up with determination as he asks "Truth or dare?"
If she says 'truth', he'd force her to speak the truth about what she did to him. If she says 'dare' he'd assign something that will hurt her mentally and emotionally.
"D-Dare", she answers, her lips quivering
"I dare you to repeat after me"
He speaks "I am a foolish girl who doesn't want to accept that no one will ever love me"
She shrugs; her heart feeling like several knifes stabbing her.
"Repeat!" he roars and she repeats, stammering
"And that's why I force myself on them but still end up broken"
Tears threaten to slip down from the corners of her eyes as she recites his last words.
"You should make that a song and dig it into your heard that I will never love you" he announces and goes after Abi.
Evan is gives Koryn a cold glare and joins his brother out of this place.
...
Abi has been crying over Nice's shoulder as the dark color teen tries to calm her.
Johns appears in their presence and Nice cranes her neck to him. She releases herself from the sobbing Abi to look into her eyes.
"He's here" she says and Abi turns to face Johns.
Her eyes are read and swollen as she sees her childhood best friend and love of her teenage life or maybe her entire life.
He makes slow steps towards her while Nice stands there watching them.
"I'm so sorry" he mouths
Abi fools with the hem of her oversized sweater. He makes a final step, hovering over her and giving her a gentle stare; that is also filled with remorse or regret.
Nice uses this moment to leave her friends alone but only comes face with Evan in the corridor.
They become motionless. She just inhaled his scent and doesn't know if she'd soon die because of what it does to her. She gulps and parts her lips to say something but leaves it hanging by mentioning, "Your voice was more than angelic. I loved it"
It takes her back to the time he made her sing. She angles her head with a blush. It's dark and she knows he can't see how heated her cheeks are.
"Thanks. But you know...I should be punishing you for making me sing. However, what I did out there, gave me confidence. Something I never imagined I'd find"
He cranes his brows "Really!"
She hums a responds
...
"You can beat me if you want. I merit every pain I made you go through. Pour it all on me. But I'd be a liar if I tell you I've never loved you. I've always loved you Dyer. And I still do"
Another tear flows down her left cheek as she drills into his gray eyes. Even right here and now, his eyes sparkles and shines like a bulb to their surrounding.
She doesn't know what to say even if she had the ability to speak again. He touches her cheeks, wiping off the liquid staining her smooth skin.
His hand cups her face and she leans into his touch. He is silent but his touch talks loudest. The emotions that manly hand of his is giving are all she hears, feels.
Sooner their foreheads are leaning unto one another. She has stopped wiping; rather she feels his hot breath on her skin, fanning and making her dizzy.
But before he lets her shut her eyes, he stoops and carries her over his arm and against his trunk. Her eyes are wide as she stares into his face in confusion.
"It's ok. I got you" he assures and her heart melts at the sound of his voice.
She didn't dream of this before. Her crush just confessed to her and now he is carrying her over his muscular arm. She's been longing to feel what is beneath those strong arms of his.
Now she has nothing to worry on. He's there to make her experience all her dreams. She pastes her small palm against his torso for support, and the other over his neck. He smiles at her and stands walking away from the vacant room.
...
The next day, in the morning, Mrs. Daigle prepares her stuff to drive to her daughter's school. She's faded with the lies Mrs. Jana has been cocking for her.
Her husband is unaware, because she doesn't want a word from him that will make her cancel her program or change her mind about this journey.
She writes a letter and leaves it on the nightstand in her room then leaves the house. She walks to her car, opens it and ignites the engine. It makes a sound and she steps on the gas and takes off.
...
"Today, we will be visiting the woods; talk about its nature and try new things. All you need to do is follow the rules. Everyone sticks to his or her group. If you are stubborn and something happens to you, we are not to be blamed." Mr. Michael announces.
He adds "The rules are simple: Don't touch anything you see except we ask you to. Carry along your moisturizers in case of any injury."
"Not everyone got that!" a student screams from the line of attentive teens.
"I'd make sure every group receives two each. The most essential rule that I already noted before; stick to one another. No fights. If you are caught, you will be left in the jungle where you can find wounded animals just like you"
Students giggle while conversing to themselves.
"Evan!" Mr. Michael calls and the boy walks over to him.
"You'd be in charge of the group on your right. Here's your moisturizer and a first aid. That's if something critical happens"
Evan takes it and finds his way towards his assigned group that Nice is part of. Nice is folding her arms tight though her pullover his think, engulfing her in warmth.
"You ok?" he frowns in concern and she nods, her hair tied a rough ponytail.
He touches her "I don't think so. You're freezing"
Once he removes his hand, she sends him a naughty face. He grins at her reaction. He knows his hand generated heat into her system.
"You'd have to sing for me if you want me to touch you" he teases and she twists her face the more.
She's starting to regret making him know she can sing. It was better she shut her mouth and left the game yesterday.
He wiggles at her and she leaves his presence. Not because she didn't want to sing for him but due to how flustered she was after he made that thing with his brows.
To be continued...