A Dare With The Player

A Dare With The Player

Crystal Oduwa

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Kyla Malik, a simple, boring nerd from Lockwood high. Much to her distaste, she's forced to go a party where she engages in a game of truth of dare. She thought it'd be for fun but it ended up giving her a whole new life different from her once boring one. Richard Lockwood, his dad owns the school so he can practically do anything he wants. He has a reputation of never refusing a dare, he had the reputation of getting a blow job from a girl simply because he was dared to. Needless to say, he can do anything What happens when he's dared to do something extreme that pushes him to the edge, makes him quake in his big boy pants. What happens afterwards? What's the dare and will he accept it? ******

Chapter 1 1

**Kyla's Pov**

"Hi, I'm Kyla Malik. I'm seventeen and I go to Lockwood high." I introduce myself in front of the camera putting on my best fake smile.

"Cut!" Riley yells with a massive glare shot directly at me.

"What did I do wrong this time? We've shot it almost ten times. I'm hungry Riley." I whin, pouting my lips.

"We're going to do it over and over again until you sound convincing."

She says in a firm tone. I know better than to argue with her.

"Ugh!" I groan but she simply chuckles.

Okay, as I said I'm Kyla Malik and the annoying girl in front of me is my best friend, Riley. We've been friends since kindergarten when she stole my lunch. Funny right. I shrugged my shoulders, watching Riley stiffen a small laugh.

We are currently shooting a reality video as she calls it and apparently, I'm not being real enough. I told her before hand that I'm a very boring person. She picked the wrong girl for the job. I can't sound "real" over a camera or say fun things to get people hyped. It's just not me sadly.

"I'm coming over to your place tonight. We're going over it again until. .." She stops talking, her mouth falls open, her gaze is fixed on something, someone.

"Hey Juliet. You're gaping." I snap my fingers teasing her.

"Can you blame me, he's so dreamy." She coos placing her hands on both sides of her face.

The dreamy guy is Stein. He goes to our school but he's a fuck boy by nature. It's rumoured that he's slept with at least ten girls in Lockwood high. I dont blame him or them.

Him because they practically throw themselves at his feet and them because he's really cute. Too bad I don't do boys unlike Riley she's had a crush on him since forever and I wonder when it'll end.

"There's a party later today, we're going."

"You know my answer every week, I'm not. I would rather lay in bed and watch Netflix all night than watch young teens drink themselves to stupor."

"That's why this week I'm not asking. I'll be at your house by eight pm. We're going."

"Yeah, goodluck with that." I rol my eyes and we went back to our food or at least I did, Riley is still gushing over Stein and giving me the creeps.

****

After lunch, we each go back to our separate class with small talks until the closing bell sounds. I didn't have a car yet, my dad always said I am too young. Riley takes me to school and back and it's fun riding with her.

She drops me off at my house, deciding to offer some words of wisdom.

"I'll be back by eight pm. Look pretty." I roll my eyes making a mental list of all the movies I would watch before falling as sleep. I'm not going to a party and even Riley can't convince me otherwise.

I find the hidden key under the door mat gaining access to my house.

I live with my relatives here in California as my parents were way up in Texas. My aunt and uncle treat me like their own child maybe it's because they didn't have any.

I lock the door behind me, place the keys on the counter and walk to my room for a refreshing bath.

When I am done, I pick up my phone and scroll through my watch lists.

The moment the clock struck eight pm, my phone rings and Riley is calling.

**Hey babe. I chirp eager to go back to watching "The kissing booth."**

** I'll be at your house in ten minutes. Be ready before then. I snort as she hangs up going back to my movie.**

True to her words, she arrives shortly after ten minutes.

"You're not dressed!" She exclaim, I was too busy staring at her . Riley looked really pretty, I mean she doesn't even have to try her skin is flawless.

"Why aren't you dressed!" She added in a high pitched tone.

"Because i'm not going. I told I don't want to."

"Kyla you can't keep doing this. This is highschool where we'll have the best years of our lives. You have to live it to the fullest. Yes you're scared of being judged but that shouldn't stop you from doing things. You might be a bookworm but as your friend I can tell you I love Being around you. But since you want to drown yourself in movies, I hope you have fun. I'm off. "

Guilt stabs me straight in my heart. She plays with my emotions and she's damn good

"Wait." I say sucking in a harsh breath.

"Come help me pick out my clothes."

She dashes towards me, hugging me tightly.

"Let's do this."

"Don't go over board please."

"I'll try my best." She grins flashing her white teeth. By try her best she means, get ready because when I done, you won't recognize yourself.

****

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