“Uh oh,” I hear Noah murmur as I barge my way out of the car.
The second my feet land on the ground, Tully crashes into me. “That was awesome,” she shrieks as the boys get out and join us.
I can’t help but look over her shoulder and take in Mr. Evans who’s just about on us. “Quick,” I tell with a sly grin. “Truth or Dare?”
The boys’ eyes whip our way, curious to know where the hell this is going. After all, this game isn’t easy. The dares have been crazy and so far, nobody has been brave enough to choose truth. You don’t want to choose truth only to have someone ask a question that you’re not prepared to answer, and trust me, in this small group there’s a few too many unanswered questions.
Tully dared Noah to jump from the top of the house into a shallow blow up pool, belly flop style, while Noah dared Rivers to show up naked at a Broken Hill party, stand front and center for everyone to see and perform the ‘Windmill’ for a full minute. I must admit, he did admirably while Tully watched on with a satisfied grin, probably loving the moment more than she should have.
Then it was my turn with the donuts, and now Tully.
Her eyes flick between us with panic. “Shit. Ok, um….” Cringe. “Dare.”
“I dare you to get us out of this, no matter the cost.”
Her eyes widen again as the boys start laughing, knowing well and truly that I’m asking the impossible right now. “How the hell am I supposed to do that?” she seethes under her breath.
“Babe,” Rivers grins. “I had to whip my dick around in circles. Do you have any idea how fucking uncomfortable that was? If I can do that, then you can find a way to do this.”
“But…”
“You three,” Mr. Evans’ booming voice roars across the field in a tone I wasn’t quite prepared for as the angry vein in his forehead seems to bulge out of his face. “My office. NOW!”
I grin at Tully as I hand her Noah’s car keys. “Showtime.”
She cringes, and with that, Noah, Rivers, and I follow Mr. Evans up to his office.
We’ve been sitting outside Principal Evans’ office for twenty long minutes, and to be honest, I’m starting to panic. I don’t usually get in trouble. I’m not exactly a prude and I’m certainly no stranger to lunchtime detentions, but tearing up the grass with reckless driving due to not being able to deny a dare….that’s a whole different ball game.
I get fidgety and slide my hands down my thighs, desperately needing something to take my mind off the fact that Tully hasn’t stormed through the door with some ridiculous plan to get us out of this yet.
Noah’s hand comes down on my leg, stopping my hand from sliding back and forth. “Calm down,” he grins as though he hasn’t got a care in the world. “She’ll come through.”
“I don’t see how,” I whisper yell. “It was a stupid dare. She might be willing to do some ridiculous things, but she can’t pull off the impossible.”
Rivers murmurs beside me, keeping his eyes locked on Principal Evans’ office, making sure he can’t overhear our conversation. “Believe me, Tully would go to extraordinary lengths to keep us out of trouble. She’ll save our asses.”
“But…”
“No, buts,” Rivers says, having complete faith in her before repeating himself. “She’ll save our asses, and I don’t doubt, it will be done in true Tully style.”
I look back to Noah who gives me a definite nod, trying to ease my worries. “So, why the hell is she taking so long?”
“Why do you think?” Noah chuckles, squeezing my hand. “She’s making us sweat.”
As I grin at Noah, Principal Evans’ door is swung open with such ferocity, I fear it might break off the hinges. We all launch to our feet as his eyes scan over the three of us while walking forward. “Right, you three get your as-”
The door of the student office is swung open before a sun-kissed, stiletto wearing, green eyed beauty comes strutting in like absolute hot shit. Tully has a black dress to die for, her hair done up, showing off her long neck, and just enough makeup to make her look like every man’s perfect wet dream.
Rivers mouth instantly drops as Noah’s eyes widen in shock, probably in disbelief that the woman walking before him is his twin sister. “Fuck me,” he murmurs under his breath with a slight shake of his head, letting on just how pissed off he is about this. Noah hates it when she leaves the house and her skirt sits anywhere above her knees, but there’s not much he can do about it. This though, seeing her strutting around, showing off the sexy curves of her body would be killing him. I don’t doubt he’s desperate to grab her and run away before anyone can feast their eyes on her. I can only imagine what Rivers would be thinking.