The Bad Boy’s Favorite Girl

Chapter Twelve

Elena’s povContent © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

I tried hard not to show the misery on my face. Tishaa saw through it and grinned wider.

I couldn’t play this game, it was a risky game I had heard so much about and I knew Tisha and Mac weren’t going to keep it PG. I started to stand up when I saw my ex still standing ahead, waiting for me.

Ugh. I couldn’t deal with him right now, and Vee still wasn’t here.

I glimpsed at my phone and there was no call or text from her. To think she was the one who had been even more eager to come and now she wasn’t here.

“Scared?” Tisha asked, snapping me out of my thoughts and I felt everyone’s gaze on me, I gulped nervously.

“No. Are you?” I returned and there was shouting once more, especially from the guys and I felt a boost in my confidence at the hailings a few patting my back.

“Wow,” Mac whispered in my ears and I felt shivers run down my spine.

“I like you like this, fierce and sexy.” He said and I saw Tisha glance at him before glaring at me.

“Our new girl isn’t frightened, so I expect her to do her best.” She started to say and everyone fell quiet again, Mac had pulled back and we all listened to her.

“The rules are straightforward, pick Truth, and you get thrown a question. Pick Dare, you get thrown a task. The choice is up to you, no backing out, if you do, you must take a cup of drink.” Tisha said, reaching for the crate of alcohol just beside the table.

Everyone was exhilarated in anticipation and I started to feel nervous, Tisha’s eyes didn’t leave me and I was already regretting challenging her like that, now she was most likely to give me more difficult tasks.

I’ll stick with Truth. It was easier.

“Ready?” Tisha smiled, and everyone cheered before it fell quiet once more and she spun the bottle. My heart beat loudly in my chest and the bottle spun and I prayed I wasn’t the first person it landed on.

It spun and slowly started to come to a stop and it stopped just a few inches away from me and at Mac.

I moaned in relief and there was cheering from everyone before Tisha smiled, turning back to me.

“Truth or Dare?” She asked him, but her eyes were fixed on mine and I wondered why. No doubt she was cooking up something terrible in that mind of hers.

“Dare,” Mac answered, his deep voice sending a vibration through me.

“Give me a passionate kiss,” Tisha said, sneering at me when I expressed shock. A few guys slapped Mac against his back and he laughed, rising from his seat, and headed to Tisha.

I scoffed, of course. It wasn’t like I cared or anything, the two had been dating for three years before senior year and it wasn’t like I liked Mac either.

He could give a kiss to whoever he wanted and I wouldn’t mind.

I said nothing when everyone started to chant, hailing Mac who took pride as he headed to Tisha and bent down, pulling her head closer to him and locking his lips to hers.

I felt a sink in my heart a little as I sneered when Tisha looked at me, mischief flashing in those eyes before she finally closed them and melted into the kiss.

I saw Mac’s arm go over her neck before trailing down to her breast and pulling away before things could go further.

I saw a few seconds of anger flash across Tisha’s face before she forced a smile on her face and everyone cheered them.

It annoyed me that Mac smiled victoriously, flashing me a wink before sitting back beside me.

Tisha glinted me another smile before she spun the bottle again. I couldn’t stop imagining how Mac had so willingly gone to kiss her.

It annoyed me that it worried me because I knew damn well I didn’t like him.

But he was hitting on me I guessed and inviting me to parties, I grumbled inwardly. You don’t hit on someone and make out with another.

“Elena.” I felt Mac hit me and I snapped out of my thoughts turning to him in perplexity.

“It’s your turn.” He spoke out and I looked at the bottle pointing at me. My hair stood at the back of my head and my blood ran cold as all eyes were fixed on me.

Tisha smiled, and I was almost tempted to slap that smirk off her face.

“Truth or Dare?” She asked me and I saw everyone waiting in expectation of my response, after all, I had made myself the main event by challenging her.

“Truth,” I replied and everyone grumbled at the answer I gave her. But I didn’t care, the truth was safer.

Tisha smiled as if expecting me to give that answer and I grew nervous at her actions. Yeah, she was planning something in that stupid head of hers.

“Is it true that your ex-boyfriend broke up with you because you’re just a loser virgin and slept with your mother rather?” Tisha asked and everyone gasped at that.

Okay if I was the devil, I swore I would have chopped off her head at that instance, but sadly I wasn’t.

I glared at Tisha who smiled at me in victory. I hadn’t expected her to ask that mostly because we hadn’t told anyone else about our break up. So how did she know that?

“Who told you that?” I asked and she leaned forward, smiling deviously.

“I ask the questions, sweetheart.”

That was a tricky question, saying yes would mean telling everyone that I was a virgin and it worried me that they all would make just of me and let me know once more that that was the reason my ex left me.

What was bad about that? Saying no would mean I was telling the truth but there was no doubt anyone would believe that and they’ll just think I was trying to cover it up.

Specifically, even as a virgin what I have achieved would be like a fairy tale to their ears. I began to visualize the type of shocks that would be glued to their faces.