Page 1 of Truth Or Dare
Chapter 1
Songs that remind me of you
Love fucking sucks.
Granted, I’ve only ever been in love once, but it still sucks.
Having to watch my best friends happily in love, cuddling, laughing, and smiling with their boyfriends?
Gag.
I’m happy for them. Of course I am. But it’s hard to witness when I have absolutely no one. Sometimes I wonder if there’s something wrong with me. Am I so unlovable that it’s impossiblefor someone to look at me like I’m their everything and love me like they need me more than anything in the world?
Probably.
I take another sip of the shitty punch they serve at these parties, trying to wash away all the thoughts plaguing my mind.
“You’re late,” my roommate since freshman year says, sliding beside me.
I tut, shaking my head. “You can’t rush perfection, Madi.” I shoot her a wink, flipping my hair over my shoulder.
“You’re still hovering over the drink table?” she asks, eyeing me.
“I’m still deciding,” I say, squinting at the alcohol in front of me.
“On?” Madeline asks, raising her eyebrow at me.
“Which one will get me the drunkest and make me forget the orgy going on over there,” I tell her, gesturing with a nod of my head at our little group of couples—ugh—and flashing her a teasing grin.
“You’re so dramatic,” she replies with an eye roll.
“I know.” I wink. “I should take your job.” Madeline is an actress, and a good one at that. She just landed a small role in a TV series, and while it’s not Hollywood yet, I have no doubt in my mind that she’ll get there.
Madeline and her boyfriend, Lucas, make a beautiful couple and will have a beautiful family, and a beautiful life.
And I’ll probably still be alone.
“So, you’re just going to stay here and get drunk alone?” she asks.
I lift my shoulders in a shrug. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
My best friend lets out a sigh, shaking her head. “Come hang out with us once you’re done,” she says, nudging me on the arm.
My nose scrunches as the alcohol burns my throat. “Hard pass.”
Madi heads back toward the group, and I grab a cold beer from the cooler, cracking it open. I quickly swallow it down, wincing at the taste. It’s not the best, but it’ll do the job.
The first time I ever got drunk, I was fifteen. I still remember the night so vividly, even if the next few hours are a complete blur.
Chris snuck into my bedroom through the window, like he always did, holding a bottle of whiskey he swiped from his dad’s stash. He plopped down on the floor next to me, we cranked up the music, and knocked back the whole bottle.
It was fucking awesome. It was the first time my mind just… shut off.
I didn’t hear a thing. Didn’t feel a thing.
And I’ve been chasing that feeling ever since.
As I reach for my fifth drink of the night, I feel a body slide beside me. Shifting my gaze away from the drinks, I glance over at the brunette who’s clearly checking me out. She pretends to grab a drink, but I catch the way her eyes keep flicking back to me. Running my tongue over my teeth, I give her a once-over. She’s cute. Long legs, tatted skin, and that septum piercing looks badass on her.
