Page 64 of Truth Or Dare
Fuck.
Why her?
Why couldn’t I fall in love with someone else?
Why the fuck do I want the one person who doesn’t want me back?
I run a hand through my sopping wet hair, then step back, and turn around to grab a few snacks. Gabi does the same, grabbing some candy and chips, along with a bottle of vodka.
“Really?” I say with a raised eyebrow.
She shrugs. “If we’re not driving, we might as well have a little fun.” She winks at me before placing everything onto the counter. “Oh crap.” She widens her eyes at me. “I left my purse in the car.”
“I’ve got you,” I tell her, pulling out my wallet.
She places her hand on mine, shaking her head. “I can run out and grab it,” she says.
I wave her off, placing ten bucks on the counter. “It’s fine, Gabi,” I assure her. “Besides, what are best friends for?” I flash her a grin.
“You’re all set,” the cashier says, catching my attention.
“Thanks.” I quickly stuff the snacks into a plastic bag and head toward the front door, glancing at Gabi. “Are you ready?” I ask her.
She grins, pulling her hood up. “Let’s go.”
As soon as we swing open the door, the cold, night air hits my skin, and the rain pours down, soaking us within seconds. We hurry toward the car, laughing as the rain splashes around us, and we quickly slam the doors shut as soon as we’re inside.
“Fuck,” I mutter, shaking the water from my hair. “The seats are drenched.”
Gabi lets out a strained laugh. “I bet you’re used to that happening.”
I furrow my brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“With girls,” she says with a smirk, making my frown deepen. “I’m sure you’ve had a girl in the back of your car, right?” she asks, unscrewing the cap of the bottle of vodka before she takes a gulp.
My jaw tightens, the muscle ticking. I hate when she brings up other girls as if she isn’t the only one occupying my every thought.
“Let’s play a game,” she says, holding out the bottle to me.
I eye the bottle, hesitating for a moment before finally grabbing it from her. Screw it. I take a sip, meeting her gaze. “What do you have in mind?”
“Truth or dare,” she says with a grin.
A laugh bubbles out of me. Of course.
“Truth,” I tell her with a smirk.
She drums her fingers on her thighs, lost in thought, and then tilts her head. “When was the last time you kissed someone?”
My smile slips, and I let out a sigh, feeling my body tense up. “Can I pass?”
“Nope,” she says, taking another sip of vodka. “You need to answer.”
The muscle in my jaw ticks as my teeth grind together. I really don’t want to talk about this, but I know she won’t let it go. “Two years ago,” I tell her, locking eyes with her.
She furrows her brows, blinking. “In London?”
“Yeah.” I swallow, my throat feeling tight.
