The Dare

Carl sat down as well, giving Alice a drunken wink.

Jason rolled his eye, and the game continued. Most people picked Dares, because, in their drunken minds, Truths were for wimps. Finally, it was Damien’s turn.

Alice sipped her drink, her eyes lighting up a bit in interest when it was Damien's turn, she hadn't really cared about anyone else for some reason.

Damien lounged against the wall, Marietta Thompson in his lap, giggling.

“Truth Or Dare?” Jason asked, a smirk on his face. The question was unnecessary, because everyone knew what he would pick.

“Dare,” Damien said confidently.

Jason looked around for a bit, sported Alice, and smirked. “I dare you to go out with Alice. For the rest of the year.”

Damien sobered up quickly.

Alice had been taking another sip of her drink when she heard the dare, almost spitting out her drink in surprise. "Excuse me?! You want him that idiot to go out with me?!"

Jason smirked. “I do. It will be our latest form of entertainment.”

Damien scowled. “No.”

"Fuck no," Alice replied, crossing her arms and flaring at Jason.

“You said Dare,” Jason said with a smirk. “So unless you’d rather go around school in a chicken costume for the rest of the year, you’ll do it.”

"Please wear a chicken costume for the rest of the year, I have a reputation to maintain." Alice said, looking at Damien.

Damien thought for a moment. “Fine,” He grumbled, and Jason grinned.

"What?!" Alice yelled, looking surprised and pissed.

“I have reputation, too,” he said with an eye roll. “And mine is more important. Yours was already ruined when you snogged Carl.”

"Oh, fuck off, Tingress," Alice mumbled, flipping him off while rolling her eyes.

“You know I’m right.” He smirked, sensing victory.

Jason grinned. “This is going to be great.”

"I doubt that," Alice grumbled, flipping off Jason now.

And evil smile crossed his face. “Oh, it will be. Robinson and Tingress, a couple. The whole school will be talking about it.”

Alice groaned, hiding her face in her hands. "I hate all of you."

“The feeling is mutual, sweetheart,” Damien muttered.

"Just leave me be," Alice replied, standing up to go somewhere. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom, don't follow me."

“Why would I follow you?”

"I don't know, maybe because you're a creep and very annoying?" Alice asked sassily, glaring at him.

“I prefer the term, drive you insane, b that works too.”

"Oh shut up, will you?" Alice replied, flipping him off once more before going to the bathroom.

“This is going to be great,” Jason said.

When Alice made it to the bathroom, she locked herself in a stall and sighed deeply, resting her head in her hands and looking at the ground. "God, I hate this."

Damien scowled. “I hate you so much.”

Just when Alice thought it couldn't get any worse, it did, she heard a group of girls walking in and froze, it was the cheerleaders. Fuck, great, they're probably going to talk about me and I'll have to stop myself from stabbing the shit out of them.

The leader smirked. “Hello, Alice.” Her voice was sickly sweet, and the look in her eyes was murderous.

Alice sighed, not paying attention to her as she quickly washed her hands so she could get out of here.

“I don’t see why you get the guy, and we don’t,” she said, gesturing to her little gang.

Alice kept ignoring her, drying off her hands and starting to head out the door.