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Twelve

Here I am by the bonfire, torturing some poor marshmallows by burning them. I know it's an unusual taste but I do love burnt marshmallows.

Don't judge me.

"What did the marshmallows ever do to you?" Troy laugh as I enjoy munching my grub.

"I just like it that way. Mind your own business, T." I threw my head back and laughed.

"So... I've been thinking of playing a game of truth or dare." Savannah said as she spins a beer bottle in front of us.

"No, no, no... please?" I begged her.

"Aww... Harley-Hare's afraid." Savannah pouted. Troy swung an arm around my neck and told me that it's all gonna be for fun.

"Yeah. All for fun." I agreed but a part of me was wishing for a diversion in order to stop this madness.

Clay sat beside me while Troy and Savannah seated in front of us. Troy, with the beer bottle in hands started spinning it.

It must've taken forever for it to stop but I closed my eyes and prayed that it's not going to be me.

The bottle stopped spinning and it pointed to a gigging Savannah. You could tel that she's more than excited to play this game.

"Dare!" She chirped.

"Game on, Girl!" I cheered for her.

Troy made her twerk for one song. I was even shocked that she could dance like that. Even Troy joined in with a yelling Clay insisting that it isn't his dare to begin with.

The next spin pointed to Clay. I was shocked beyond words because it was supposed to stop in front of me but it suddenly moved to the person beside me.

"Dare."

Troy had a victory grin on his face. "I dare you to kiss Harley!

"W-whaaat? No way, T. You're mad." I stood up.

"Hey, who made you the Dare maker? Isn't it the girl's turn to make a dare?" Clay protested.

Savannah immediately grabbed my arm and brought me to a nearby tent, discussing the dare. It was hilarious and fun.

"We dare Clay to do a lap dance for Troy." We smirked.

I thought that Clay isn't up for the challenge but if I do remember it correctly, Clay never backs down from a dare - even if he was a bully.

No sooner than later, Clay was dancing while Troy was cheering on his friend in an uncomfortable manner.

We laughed so hard that it's impossible to spin the bottle the correct way.

The third spin pointed to Troy and he did a backflip which left everyone's mouths open... well, except for Clay.

"Are you really sure you're a businessman?" Savannah asked him.

"Not all of us are boring." Troy feigned hurt. "And now for the last one. I'll be choosing Harley."

"What? The bottle didn't even chose me, don't be a meany!"

"Nah. The three of us were done with our turn, so it'll be your turn." Troy insisted.

I squirmed and looked at Clay and Savannah but they were both looking at each other as if they're concocting a plan to have me executed.

"Okay. Truth."

"Bummer!"

"I told you so!"

"Ugh! No fun there, De Rio."

"Okay. So ask me anything. I'll answer it." This is better than doing dares. I hated doing it with passion. It's one of the reasons that I've been bullied a lot and, if I remember correctly, it's what Clay's circle always told him to do.

He used to play pranks on me courtesy of someone whom I hadn't told anyone about it yet.

They were also the ones who locked me in that Janitor's closet to starve.

I paled and the next thing I know, my vision was slowly disappearing and I landed on the soft earth with muffling voices calling out my name.