All Started With A Dare

Chapter Six

six

So you remember how we decided that we needed to find my phone quickly? That plan did not go as planned. Pretty much none of our plan went as planned.

"Cameron! Get down from there!" I scream at the top of my lungs, feeling frustration bubbling up inside me. The people surrounding me were not helping the situation, their excited cheers drowning me out.

Trystan himself was part of it all, egging Cameron on who was trying to figure out how to climb up the tree without killing himself. "Do something," I tug on Trystan's sleeve, frowning. "That stupid i***t's going to get himself killed!"

Before Trystan can reply, an outraged shout sounds from somewhere above us. All heads snap up to see a rounded balding man leaning out the window in the house next to Trystan's, wearing a faded blue dressing gown and an extremely pissed off expression.

As if this night couldn't get any worse.

How about we skip back to where it all started? Before Cameron came into the picture. "Ok I think this is his room," I say uncertainly, pausing outside the first door we come across. Honestly I had no idea where it was, but Keeley seemed to think I do.

"Let's do this." Without hesitation she brushes past me, and shoves the door wide open. She gasps loudly, tottering back on her heels into me.

"Come on Keels, I know it's Trystan Woods room but it's not that big of a shock," I roll my eyes, stepping past her into the room. "How about..."

I trail off as my eyes land on the couple laying in the bed, covers tossed around each other as they rip away from each other and stare at Keeley and I. I feel my cheeks heat up as I notice the clothes strewn across the floor - which is not in fact the floor of Trystan's bedroom - and I smile sheepishly at the couple on the bed.

"So sorry!" I exclaim, averting my eyes as the girl hurries to throw the covers over herself and the guy throws daggers at me with his eyes. "Didn't realise this room would be... Um, occupied..."

"If you want to have s*x, kindly knock first so you don't ruin other people's s*x," the guy snaps, not seeming embarrassed unlike his partner who was blushing madly and attempting to smooth down her wild red hair.

"Oh god no!" Keeley stammers from behind me, poking her head around me and smiling apologetically. "Look we're so sorry for this, we were just looking for Trystan's room."

"Damian be nice," the girl scolds her boyfriend lightly, trying to compose any dignity she may still hold from being caught doing the dirty dance with no pants as Keeley sometimes refers to it as. "His room is just down the landing, fourth door."

"So get out," Damian adds bluntly.

"Thank you," I smile at the girl, and back out of the room with Keeley already out of there. "So have fun guys and yeah..."

I slam the door shut, and lean against it heavily. For a few seconds Keeley and I just stare at each other, then we burst out into a fit of hysterics. "Did... You... See... His... Face?" Keeley gasps out between bouts of giggles.

I nod, still laughing madly. After I finally manage to control my hysteria. "I sincerely hope they thoroughly clean every bed in this house," I say, and add, "Including anywhere else potential for horny teenagers to...

You know."

"Agreed," Keeley nods, pulling me down the hall and carefully counts every single door we pass until we come to the fourth one. We both pause, neither of us wanting to have another reason to bleach our eyeballs. "I opened it last time," Keeley points out."

"Fair enough." I knock on the door lightly and when their is no response, knock louder to make sure they aren't doing the dirty too loud to hear me. When again I'm greeted with silence, I decide to slowly open the door.

I peek around the room, mentally preparing myself. But the room is empty and I also recognise it as Trystan's room; slightly cleaner but definitely his room. "Is it his room?" Keeley whispers behind me.

"Yeah." I step inside and once Keeley is inside, I make sure to shut it behind her. I flick on the lights, and nearly walk into the wall as the bright lights flood my eyes.

"So this is the room of the infamous Trystan Woods." I turn around to see Keeley standing in the doorway, her brown eyes wide as she stares around the room. "That is actually the bed he sleeps on," she grins, taking a step towards the messy unmade bed with dark blue covers.

"Don't do it Keels," I say, trying to hold back a laugh as I grab Keeley's arm and pull her away from the bed. It may look seemingly innocent, but I know the truth. "Neither of us know the horrors that have taken place on that bed."

Keeley looks like she wants to argue about it, but then she just sighs in defeat. "Doubt they were as horrifying as you think," she mutters under her breath, and I decide to ignore that comment.

"Now forget that this is Trystan's room and just focus on one fact; we need to find my phone," I say, already walking over to his bed and ducking down to look under it. After scouring my eyes past dirty socks that somehow found their way under there, I conclude my phone isn't under here.

"Honestly Jade, I'm not a desperate stalker," Keeley tuts, tucking a couple of blonde curls behind her ear and walking around the whole room while scanning the floor with her eyes.

I roll my eyes as start gingerly picking up clothes scattered across the floor, not enthusiastic to touch anything in this room. I'm glad I wore flats today because Keeley stumbles a lot over the uneven floor.

Ten minutes later, and things are becoming hopeless. I can't find my stupid phone anywhere and trust me, I looked everywhere. I even sacrficed my sanitation by looking through Trystan's dirty clothes, with the hopes I dropped it in there.

It wasn't in there, and I wasted another ten minutes scrubbing my hands clean. "Jade we've searched everywhere and your phone is no where to be seen," Keeley sighs, pulling me from my quest of inspecting Trystan's bin.

"I know, I know," I murmur, sitting on the floor and frowning. "This was stupid wasn't it? I probably had my phone and just dropped it while running back to my house, so now some hobo has my iPhone 5S. Well, at least I helped someone."

Keeley opens her mouth, maybe to comfort me despite the clear truth, when her own phone starts blaring One Direction. "It's Jordan," she says, holding it up. "I better take this; it might be important. Just... Keep searching ok? Don't give up hope."

I gave up hope a while ago, I think, but don't say this to Keeley who's already answered her own phone. I know she wasn't trying to mock me, but watching her holding her phone makes me imagine the intense lecture and brick phone my parents will be giving me.

I half heartedly walk over to the window ledge again, checking the curtains in case my phone crawled into the fabric to hide from me. A girl can dream, but turns out my phone didn't grow legs.

"Oh my god what an i***t," I hear Keeley's voice clearly, from the exaggerated irritation in her tone. I watch her curiously, and jump in surprise when she screams, "Why would you do that?!"

I hear Jordan's hurried reply on the other end, although I can't make out what he's saying. "Right just wait in the kitchen and I'll ome help you find him." Find who? "Yes you can get a - Not beer! Ok, bye."

She clicks the screen off, dropping the phone into her purse. I look at her expectantly. "Cameron got in a competition with some guy to see who could take the most shots and well," she raises an eyebrow, "I think you can figure out the rest."

"Ah s**t," I curse. I glance around the room, and shrug. "Well, lets go find him then. My phone's not here, I'll just tell my parents."

"No," Keeley says firmly, walking towards the door. I would have followed her but she had that stubborn look in her eyes that clearly says: don't move or else. "You will keep looking until you find your phone, then call one of us with it to find us and we will go home, ok?"

There were so many flaws in that plan, just like all her other plans. I didn't say that, didn't want to hurt Keeley's feelings, but I had to say something. "What if I-"

"No what if's," she says in a sing song voice, and marches out of the room before I can say anything else. I sigh, contemplating whether to just follow her but decide against it.

So the search continues; alone. But before I can carry on this little treasure hunt, the door swings open. At first I think it's Keeley, come back to get me to come with her because she realises my phone isn't here.

But instead I meet a pair of faded green eyes, that hold my gaze in a somewhat surprised silence. Eventually, it's Trystan who breaks the silence. "So, you're a lesbian?"

"What?"

He rolls his eyes, then skims me over from head to toe while I stand there with a red blush spreading through my cheeks. "I just saw that blonde girl you always hang out with leave this room," he says casually. "There's only so much you can do in a bedroom."

"No, it's not like that!" I splutter, feeling myself turning into a tomato right before his eyes. How do I explain this without going into the whole breaking-into-your-room-and-stealing-your-underwear? "It's just... We were looking for something and um..."

He raises an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his iridescent irises. "My underwear? So you still have an underwear fetish?"

"I don't have a underwear fetish!" I snap, my eyes unconsiously flicking over to the door. Screw my phone; it's a goner and I can sob over it's loss later. Right now, I need to get out of here before Trystan can accuse me of anything else. "Look, that was a dare okay?"

"So you admit to climbing through my window and trying to steal my underwear," Trystan grins triumphantly.

"Yes; but not for stalker reasons," I insist, deciding I might as well just put it out there. "We were playing Truth or Dare, and one of the dares was to break into your room and steal one of your boxers. Happy?"

For a moment he is silent, just staring at me with those piercing emeralds that I'm sure were going to haunt my dreams. Not in a good way. No, definitely not in a good way because just because Trystan in attractive doesn't dismiss his irritatin attitude.

You did break into his room, my mind reminds me. Yeah, so I didn't lose my reputation.

My train of thought on his unusual eyes is cut off when Trystan suddenly bursts out laughing. I jump in surprise again - I do that way too much - and watch him in shock as he doubles over, still spouting chuckles.

My shock boils down to anger, and I feel my eyes narrow into a glare. "What is so funny?" I ask, sounding harsher then I meant to. I use a softer tone when I say, "It's only a dare."

Trystan finally calms his laughter down, but I can still see the barely contained smirk on his face. "You actually agreed to do a dare so... stupid?" He scoffs.

I cross my arms over my chest, and roll my eyes. "You're in the dare, so watch the names you start calling the dares we make up," I say threateningly. "Anyway, I can't turn down dares. It'd ruin my reputation."

Trystan looks like he wants to say something about my 'reputation', but decides to withhold whatever he was thinking about. "So why are you in my bedroom?" He questions, glancing around as if expecting me to have planted a bomb somewhere.

Idiot. If I had placed a bomb in the room somewhere, I certainly wouldn't be hanging around would I?

"Well see, part of the dare was to film the whole thing so I brought my phone. But when I got home from running away from you and Finn, I realised I didn't have my phone so I figured it's here," I explain.

"So you've been looking through all my things basically?" He narrows his green eyes at me, his tone accusing.

Cue blushing and retarded stuttering. "W-well not all your things, actually I just looked under your bed and stuff... It's not like I looked in your basket of dirty clothes because that would be wierd. And creepy."

I prepare myself for anger and threats, but instead Trystan loses the aggravated expression and starts chuckling again. I watch him with wide eyes, not sure what to do. This guy has worse mood swings then Keeley and I combined. "I was joking,"he snickers, taking in what I suspect is my scared face.

"Ha ha," I mutter under my breath, sarcasm dripping off my words. I decide that despite what Keeley said, my phone is definitely not here and I've lost it. I glance at the clock hanging on the wall, reading 11:30.

"Can I borrow your phone please? I need to call someone," I ask Trystan politely. Now that I'd given up looking for my phone, it's time to find my friends then I can get out of here.

Trystan hands over his phone willingly enough, and I ignore the warmth of his fingers brushing over mine. I didn't have time to dwell on pointless things like how nice Trystan's fingers felt.

That's just weird.

*

"Keeley! Jordan! Cameron!" I yell at the top of my lungs, pushing aside people in my way. I could barely be heard over the chattering and music, but it was worth a shot. The party was at it's peak now, and the stench of sweat and alcohol is strong everywhere.

"They won't hear you," Trystan informs me, right into my ear so I can actually hear what's he's saying. I roll my eyes, but don't say anything as I'm feeling grateful he's actually helping me find them.

"I can't believe they won't answer their phones," I mutter under my breath, stopping in front of a couple practically humping each other in the midst of the dancers. There's no way around them; it's too packed.

For a moment I wait for them to move apart, before realising that they were glued to each other and wouldn't notice me. I open my mouth to say something, when the girl pulls away and grins at me with unfocused eyes. "W-wanna join?" She stumbles on her words, but had no hesitation in grabbing my arm and pulling me forward.

It takes me a second to realise she meant she wanted me to join their humping session, and by then I can already feel her red hair brush my shoulder as she pulls me towards her and her friend-with-benefits. "No! No, you know what I'm fine just-"

I feel a warm hand wrap around my wrist, and I jump in surprise as it pulls me away from the drunken red haired girl. Assuming it was some other horny teenager, my free hand instinctively reaches back and slap the person repeatedly.

"Hey, I'm helping you," Trystan's indignant voice sounds up, and I pause my hand slapping game.

"Oh. I thought you were some crazy teenager."

"Yeah I think you're the one who falls under that category," he chuckles, still holding onto my wrist as he drags me through the crowds of people. Unlike me who had to push and shove, people part like water around Trystan, most of them calling out and greeting him.

The perks of being popular.

I watch as a group of rowdy teenagers chuck guacamole at the large television in the living room. One even grabs a handful of nachos and starts scooping up the dip, happily eating the snack. "How are you going to clean this house?" I ask, talking loud to be hear over the noise around us.

"I'm not, I bribe my sister and her little friends to clean it for me," Trystan replies, sounding amused at the thought of 14 year olds slaving away at getting guacamole of the television.

I'm going to reply, when a familiar dark haired boy bobs past me in the crowd. I snatch his sleeve, and yank him backwards towards me. "Hey what- Jade, finally! I've been looking everywhere for you," Jordan grins at me, and glances down at my wrist then up at Trystan.

I follow his gaze and realise Trystan's large hand is still clutching my wrist tightly. Noticing the same thing, Trystan drops my wrist and I let it fall back to my side. "Keeley and I didn't find my phone, so pretty sure I'm never going to see that again," I sigh, and squint at something green in his hair. "Is that... An olive?"

He reaches up and plucks the green olive of his hair, inspecting it before flicking it to the floor. "Ran past a food fight in the kitchen," he explains. "What's he doing here?" He nods towards Trystan.

"Dude, you can't just litter food all over my floor," he complains, narrowing his eyes at the small olive on the floor. "And this is my party."

"Like you care, Sydney will be the one cleaning it up, not you," I say, referring to his younger sister in Year 9. I had seen her a couple of times around school, usually wearing a skirt far too short for any 14 year old. "Where's Keeley and Cameron?"

Jordan grimaces, as if remembering something unpleasant. "They're both in the garden. Cameron's more of an i***t then usual when he's drunk, so we better go and help Keeley get him home," he says.

"I'm coming as well, because whoever this Cameron person is, I don't want him pissing in the rose bushes," Trystan says sheepishly. "My mum'll kill me if something happens to them."

A small smirk falls onto my lips as I raise my eyebrows at Trystan. "Are you... Blushing? The famous Trystan Woods is blushing?"

"Shut up," he mutters, running a hand through his hair and glowering at me. "Are we finding this Cameron or what?"

I roll my eyes, but allow him to lead Jordan and I towards the garden. Outside the air's cold and sharp, biting at my exposed skin. Despite the sharp wind, my mind clears up better away from the loud noises and odd smells inside the house.

Looking around his large back garden, I realise a lot of people are crowded on the grass. I spot Keeley in the middle of it, blonde curls messy and falling out. "Where's Cameron?" I

"There," Jordan points towards the biggest tree, situated at the back of the garden. At first I don't see anything, but after squinting I notice a dark figure perched in the branches.

Oh god, that figure is Cameron.

I hurry towards Keeley, dodging through the people easily. Trystan and Jordan follow me, though their tall figures make it hard to get through the crowds without actually pushing people.

One good thing about being small; you can get through large crowds easily.

"What the hell is he doing?" I hiss in her ear, my eyes widening as he slowly scoots his butt across one of the bigger branches.

"He climbed up there as a freaking dare, and now he's trying to figure out how to get down," she groans, throwing an intense death glare at a boy beside her who starts cheering at Cameron. "Don't make it worse," she says menacingly at the boy, who backs away slowly. When she wants to be, Keeley can be one fierce girl.

"I will climb down this tree!" Cameron announces, laughing loudly as the branch squeaks from his weight. Trystan and Jordan appear next to me, watching him try and climb down in a drunken state. "I will be the next Super Squirrel!" The crowd erupts into excited screams at that, most of them too drunk off their heads to realise what he just said.

"Cameron! Get down from there!" I yell, feeling frustration bubbling up inside me. The people surrounding me were not helping the situation, their excited cheers drowning me out.

Trystan himself was part of it all, egging Cameron on who was trying to figure out how to climb up the tree without killing himself. "Do something," I tug on Trystan's sleeve, frowning. "That stupid i***t's going to get himself killed!"

Before Trystan can reply, an outraged shout sounds from somewhere above us. All heads snap up to see a rounded balding man leaning out the window in the house next to Trystan's, wearing a faded blue dressing gown and an extremely pissed off expression.

As if this night couldn't get any worse.

"You stupid teens, keeping Miranda and I up all night with your screeching!" He growls, waving a chubby fist in the air. "All of you better shut the hell up, or I'm calling the police!"

Uneasy murmurs run through the crowd, the word police registering in their hazy drunken minds. A few wander back inside, but most just turn back to face Cameron. "Sorry Mr K, we'll keep the noise down," Trystan calls to his neighbour, who responds by slamming his window shut.

"If you can get everyone out of this garden, I'll owe you anything," I tell Trystan, who looks at me curiously. "I'll do anything you want."

He smirks. "Deal."

"Everyone get out!" He shouts, and people turn to look at him. "My party, so unless you want me to call the police you better get out of this garden and into that house," he threatens.

It works immediately; no waiting, no hesitating. Within five minutes the garden is empty except Keeley, Jordan, Trystan, Cameron and I. "That's was quick," I admit.

"I work quick," he laughs, patting my head and looking at my straight brown hair. "You know, I think your hair looks nicer in curls."

Before I can even think about replying, he walks out of the garden into his house. I blink, confused as to whether that was a compliment or not. I push the thought aside, and join the others at the tree.

After ten minutes of instructions and coaxing, Cameron gets down the tree and has sobered up enough to feel like s**t and realise he made a fool in front of a lot of people at our school.

By the time we're out of the house and walking back to my house, it's past midnight and I know if my parents catch us coming inside with Cameron hung over even my mother won't fall for some stupid excuses about a photography competition.

"Cameron shut up; your groaning might wake my family up," I say sternly. He glares at me, but thankfully stops going on about how much his head hurts. I'm having a hard time feeling sympathetic when it's his own fault for getting drunk.

Using the spare keys in the plant pot by the door, I attempt to quietly open the door. The door however has other ideas; it squeaks like hell so I open it just about wide enough to get through. "Ok Cameron first," I instruct, nodding towards the door.

"I'm not a bloody twig," he snaps, in a bad mood from his alcohol abuse. I roll my eyes and push him towards the door, which he does manage to get through.

Jordan and Keeley follow, and lastly I sneak in and quietly shut the door behind me. Cameron and Jordan came from Cameron's house, but Cameron won't be able to drive in his hungover state, and Jordan isn't exactly the best driver. He has his licence like me; but neither of us like driving unless it's absolutely necessary.

I usher Cameron and Jordan into the spare room, and Keeley and I head into my bedroom. I know in the morning I'll somehow have to get the three of them out of the house without my family finding out, but for now I'm too physically and mentally exhausted to care.

Neither of us bother change, just collapse into my double bed. It's not the first time we've shared a bed. Obviously we weren't expecting it to take that long; Keeley's amazing plan fell flat.

"And after all that, I didn't even find my stupid phone," I murmur sleepily. When I only get light snores as an answer, I realise Keeley has already fallen asleep. I close my own eyes, and drop off into dreamland immediately.