twist of fate

1 - truth or dare

bridgette's pov

"let's play truth or dare!" i invited my friends. we're sitting in the cafeteria, waiting for the bell to ring.

"sure," they said in chorus.

they used my ballpen, spun it, and the cover of the pen faced me.

"it's facing you. who you do want to ask?" allison asked.

"hm, ok, you." i said confidently.

"truth or dare?" she asked again.

"truth."

every time we play this game, i choose truth because these friends of mine often give hard and embarassing dares.

"don't you really have a crush?"

"that's your question again? you already asked me yesterday, right? aren't you getting bored of asking that question over and over again?" i said irritately. it's true, she's been asking me that question for about a thousands times already.

"you know, if you pursue to be a lesbian, you'll grow old alone! you'll die alone! it feels good to be in love, i'm telling you."

"first of all, i'm not a lesbian. and second, love is just a pain in the neck!" i complained.

"no, we're serious, don't you really have a crush? even for just a little bit?" it's morisette this time.

"none, no, nah, nope, never! you guys are so irritating, i swear," i said irritated, for the second time this day.

"even terrence?" patricia asked.

terrence parker. he's good looking, yes, but he's not my type.

"no. why won't you just believe me? i'm telling the truth. i don't have a crush on anymore, not a single person. no."

"that's impossible!" patricia shouted so loud that the other students in the cafeteria looks at us.

"lower your voice, patricia!" i said while my eyebrows are creasing.

"ok, ok, sorry."

"let's just continue our game!" hazel suggested.

the pen is facing me again. what a luck i have today.

"truth or dare?"

of course i said truth again.

"you're really coward, hm?" patricia teased.

"of course, not. c'mon, ask a question already."

"hm, what do you like in a guy?" it's patricia.

"having a nice attitude is fine for me already." i said, bored.

"what? that's too boring! don't you want someone attractive?" allison intervened.

"of course that's better, but it's really still fine if he only got a good attitude."

"oh, girls, only five minutes are left. let's go up now. it's the first day, we can't be late." morisette said.

we go to the main hall together and started to go up the stairs. we looked at the others students' faces but no new face is seen.

i saw terrence parker, hugging a girl. first day of classes and he's flirting again. our classroom is in the room 403 so we went in. the five of us sat in the same line in a vertical way. morisette is in the front, behind her is allison, hazel is in the middle, and patricia is in front of me.

i'm used to sitting at the back because i'm a tall girl. my height is 5'5. i'm tall for my age, compared to my classmates. i'm in the second year of high school and i'm fourteen years old.

i'm just simple. most of the people around me say that i'm tomboyish, but for me, it's just fine. not too much to be called a lesbian. i wear flannels, and i hate dresses. i never put nail polish because it stinks and for me it just makes the nails look more ugly and dirty.

but i don't like girls so i'm not considering myself a lesbian. others say that i'm beautiful, just boyish. but the truth is i'm really not, i'm not just the girly type of a teenage girl.

terrence sat beside me, in my right, then waved. i waved back. we're close, but just a bit.

"how's your summer, bridgette?" he smiled.

"it's fine. who's the girl you are with earlier?"

"oh, that? it's roanna lee. just a close friend-"

i didn't let him finish and said, "and a fling."

he laughed, "no, bridgette. not really. she's not my type."

close friend? they're hugging but they're just close friends?

i browsed my books so i won't be bored.

"oh my god," the girl in my left whispered. her eyes were rounded like she've just seen a god like creature.

"what's your name?" one of the girls in front asked the new comer. i'm still looking at my astonished seat mate.

"i'm julian pimenova." i turned to face the voice.