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Oh no. Just... oh no. I didn't want to have to endure this kind of physical and mental torture again. It was worse enough before, but now it's positively terrible. This is not going to be fun.

The guys wanted to play Truth or Dare.

Again.

Considering what happened the last time we played Truth or Dare, I was extremely scared of what Jordan and Declan would force Bennett and I to do.

More specifically Jordan, of course, but Declan can have his evil moments.

"Fine," I grumbled. "I'll play Truth or Dare. But it's late and I don't want to do anything stupid."

Jordan wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at my comment. "Oooh, what were you thinking about, Naomi?"

I pushed him away from where I was sitting on the couch. "Ew, Jordan, you pervert. That's not what I was thinking."

Jordan faltered. "I'm a... pervert?"

He lunged off of the couch for his daily dramatic you-said-something-oh-so-slightly-insulting-to-me-watch-me-die-in-agony flop onto the floor. I would say that it was getting kind of old, but it wasn't. I still enjoyed it.

Sort of.

"Jordan, get off of the floor," Declan snapped. "Don't you want to see Naomi and Bennett do something romantic?"

Jordan just moaned. "Apparently I can't, and it's all because Naomi thinks I'm a pervert." The heart clutch, the fake tears, it was all Jordan.

"Well," Declan said finally. "She's not wrong."

"Hey," Jordan retorted. "I'm not a pervert! I don't do perverted things! I don't!"

"Uh-huh," Declan muttered, kicking Jordan from his seat on the ottoman.

"Hey, you're gonna pay for that!" Jordan hissed, punching Declan's leg. His acid-green eyes were narrowed in mock anger.

"Get a room, you two," Bennett muttered, from his spot on the armchair. "Seriously."

They both turned to Bennett at once, ready to kill. "Bennett, I think you're the pervert. You're disgusting," Jordan spat.

"I'm serious," he replied in a deadpan. "Maybe if you got a room, you would stop coming over here and depending on me and my endless credit card for stuff."

"Ooh, someone's in a mood," Jordan huffed as he sat back up beside me. And I hated to admit it, but Jordan was right. Bennett had been in a mood, ever since that day at the golf course (Declan absolutely creamed Jordan in that match, by the way).

I wanted to know what was bothering him, so I could fix it. And I knew that the other guys felt the same way, even though they didn't exactly show it.

At all.

"It's gonna be midnight before we even start playing," I pointed out, and so we all huddled closer to the middle of the room. Well, everyone except for Bennett, who just sat there like the moody teenager he is.

"All right," Declan said. "Who goes first?"

"Me, obviously," Jordan replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "So... I pick Bennett... Truth or Dare?"

Bennett sighed, not even turning around to look at his fellow Musketeer. "Can I pass?"

"No."

This made Bennett turn around, because no one downright rejected the leader of the Three Musketeers like that. Well, no one that was smart, at least.

"Did you just say no?" Bennett spat. "As in, you just directly told me no?"

"Yep."

Bennett seemed at a loss for words. Declan was just sitting behind Jordan, trying desperately not to laugh at the two of them. We made eye contact, and he mouthed to me, I still ship Beclan, you know.

Same, I mouthed back.

We grinned and turned back to the others, who were still having a silent stare-off. Finally, Bennett spoke. "Fine," he snarled. "I'll do it. I pick Truth, because I learned my lesson the last time I picked Dare."

"Oh come on, Bent," Declan badgered, "we know you totally enjoyed that make-out session."

"It was not a make-out sess—"

"Yeah he's right, it wasn't a make-out session," Jordan said. "It was a face-eating session."

"You better watch it, or I'll—"

"—admit how awesome Jordan is."

"I swear, Jordan—"

"—is the sexiest guy alive."

"I'm serious—"

"—ly desperate for some action with Naomi."

Bennett stopped. "What?" Jordan just grinned, and I felt my face go red at the thought. "What did you say to me?"

Jordan ignored him. "Okay, so you picked Truth. So... is it true... that you've ever had inappropriate thoughts about anyone in this room?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively in my direction.

"Do my fantasies of castrating you and then letting Bentley run over you with his limo count as inappropriate? I mean... they were pretty gory." Bennett glared at Jordan, his fists clenched.

Jordan paled. "You have fantasies about castrating me?"

"Oh yes, on a daily basis," Bennett growled.

"Hey, Bennett, you're avoiding the question," pointed out Declan. "Does that mean the answer is yes?"

"You two are perverts," he replied disgustedly, turning back to his armchair.

"You still haven't answered the question," Jordan pestered.

"You're still a pervert."

Declan sighed. "Jordan, just face it, you aren't gonna get a real answer from him so you should probably just drop it."

I, on the other hand, was extremely distracted by this whole ordeal. He didn't answer the question... he didn't say no. Does that mean that he does have inappropriate thoughts about me?

I shivered at the thought. It must mean that, unless Beclan really is real. Nah, I'm just overthinking this, the answer is probably no.

Bennett's just being difficult.

"Who's turn is it now?" Declan repeated. I was starting to wonder if Declan was the glue that was really holding us together at this point.

"Its mine," Bennett said. "Who should I pick... oh. I know." He instantly turned to glare at Jordan.

"You look like a good option," he said. "So... Truth or Dare?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Declan interrupted. "It's just been you two this game, Naomi and I want to join in on the fun, too!"

Bennett just glared. "Okay, then, whatever Jordan picks will be for all three of you. You can all have fun."

"Okay then," Jordan replied. "I pick Dare... what are you gonna dare us to do?"

For the first time, Bennett looked like he could almost grin... almost. "I dare you to toilet paper someone's house."

We all looked up in horror. What?

"But not just anyone's house," he added. His icy blue eyes flashed. "Raymond's house."

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So... the first thing I want to say is yes, of course, there's going to be a part two. I wasn't planning on there being one, but the final shot ended up being about 20 pages and I was like

nope

so there will be a part two, soon-ish? Maybe when I reach 6k reads on this book. Anyways...

( edit ) for anyone about to comment asking me to update, the update will be out at some point tomorrow.

The list as of right now:

• part two to this shot [paris3497]
• the_dam_snackbar_'s request
• paris3497's request
• yza_the_raven's request

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