Scott smiles. “We’ll see.”
Shortly after, Viv walks through the door. Shit. I quickly turn my back to her and look around. Amber sits next to Westley, and Double D sits next to Scott. This is perfect.
“Who wants to play a game?” I call out, looking at the faces in front of me. The girls look excited as they agree. Cecily nods.
I point at Rocky and say, “Let’s go up to your room.”
“My room?”
I nod, not letting him say no. “Let’s go.”
12
Cecily
I’m trying not to count the number of drinks Dylan has had, but it’s hard not to. It’s not about controlling him; it’s more about knowing how drunk he’s going to be by the end of the night, and if I’m going to regret labeling him as my best friend. He’s been on edge all night, and I can’t tell if it’s because I’m here or because of something else.
I’m grateful when we walk upstairs to Rocky’s bedroom, where it’s quiet and away from the loud music. The girl I’ve been chatting with, Amber, turns to the guys and says, “Let’s play truth or dare.”
Scott smiles. “You just read my mind.”
When he looks at me, I smile at him. We stare at each other for a long moment. I wouldn’t say it’s awkward, but I sure am interested to know what Scott’s like beneath the surface. He clearly protects himself with this arrogant exterior, and it makesme wonder if he’s just like his dad. Random thought, but aren’t most assholes just like their fathers?
I break the staring contest when Dylan whispers, “Just follow my lead.”
“How drunk are you?” I whisper.
He smiles big and wide. “Not drunk right now. Tonight’s going to be fun.”
We sit in a circle, and I’m across from Dylan. He ignores the girl, I think her name is Daisy, to his left, and laughs with Westley.
Scott says, “I’ll start. Dylan, truth or dare.”
Dylan was expecting it, so he says, “Dare.”
And I realize in this moment, he’s in his element. He’s comfortable. There’s no façade; he isn’t trying to impress me or be anything but himself. I respect him even more in this moment. I look at Scott, who is smiling mischievously.
“I dare you to strip down to your underwear and do twenty jumping jacks.”
The room erupts. Amber squeals like we’re at a male strip club, Daisy wolf-whistles, and even quiet Westley chuckles from his spot by the window. Dylan doesn’t hesitate—he’s already pulling his shirt over his head, revealing the kind of abs that would make a girl write terrible poetry.Abs are muscle, pure muscle, and shouldn’t exist on boys like him. See? Absolutely terrible.
“Holy shit,” Amber breathes beside me, fanning herself dramatically. “Best dare ever.”
I look because it’s impossible not to, but I’m more focused on the way everyone’s watching Dylan like he’s performing for them. He’s eating up the attention, flexing a little as he tosses his shirt aside and starts jumping. The girls are practically drooling.
“Alright, alright,” Scott calls out when Dylan hits ten. Yeah, his dick was flopping around, but I wasn’t looking. “Put your shirtback on before Daisy pants you and chokes on your cock.” He starts making a choking noise, and my eyes widen.
“Scott?” I say, feeling bold as Dylan puts on his clothes. “Truth or dare?”
Scott laughs. “Dare.”
I lean in and whisper my dare into Amber’s ear. She throws her head back and laughs.
“Do it,” Amber whispers.
I smile, looking over at Scott. He has no idea what’s coming for him with that smug look like he’s not about to back down from my dare. I glance at Dylan, excited to see his reaction. My eyes flick back to Scott’s as I say, “Trade underwear with Amber.”
Amber throws her head back with a deep belly laugh.
