Strip or Dare - CHAPTER 34 THE END (UPDATED 11/29/2020)

Chapter 9: Jamie Richards

Allison

I put my pen down exasperatedly, looking at my Philosophy notes. I was staring in it for quite some time, trying to understand the coverage for midterm exams. I had gotten a C- in the last quiz and I thank all the gods in heaven for that, but I couldn't just rely on C-'s to save me. I need to get more than that, an A+ if I could.

I was staring at the words that seemed to have gotten life, jumbling and forming incomprehensible words when my phone vibrated. Mom calling, it says. I stared at my phone and decided not to answer the call. Not that I'm not in the mood to speak to my mom or something. I was just being cautious. I don't want to tell her about my Philosophy class or that her virgin daughter wasn't a virgin anymore. And by that, you knew what I meant. That I didn't insert a finger inside my vagina just because I'm feeling like it.

I stretched my arms, yawning and leaning back on the too large chair I was sitting on.

Two years ago, I didn't really see myself studying at Oregon State University. I used to be the only blonde girl in middle school who wears glasses because I was afraid to sleep with contact lenses and too long skirts. I don't know if there was a rule that blondes should be athletic or leading a cheering squad or something that makes them hot. Mische is also blonde and she's a total bomb shell. She was also the one who told me to try to get into OSU because she was thinking of going there. I didn't think I could pass their entrance exam but I was one of those middle school students who nearly aced it.

Anyway, mom didn't really want me to go since OSU was a two-hour drive from our own place, Colton but it was my father who works as a doctor who convinced her.

My phone vibrated again, and this time, it was Mische who was trying to talk to me. Mische who I just spent half of my day with, buying dresses and trying on some really good shoes I could really afford but didn't chose to buy since I've been trying to minimize my expenses.

I took a good look at the wall clock sitting next to my old teddy bear atop my dresser. It was nearly midnight and Mische was still up, trying to call me. I shook my head disbelievingly, deciding to ignore her call. I'll see her at school tomorrow, that's for sure.

I decided to open my laptop and browse through my Facebook account. There was nothing new and nothing much to see but something had caught my eye. It was Adam Payne's official account on Facebook. Not just those one of the hundred fake accounts his fans made up. I stared at my laptop for too long before I decided to take a peek on his account. It wouldn't hurt to look at it right? Oh well.

I clicked on his page and stared at his profile picture which was obviously a selfie. Ha! I swear he could be narcissistic sometimes. His picture stared back and smiled at me and I realized that he really looks good. No wonder he got half of the female population tailing after him. Even when his hair was still messy, his eyes still puffy... He was still handsome as hell and I started to think that I should be grateful I get to have a one-night stand with him. Or not. Ugh, whatever.

I scrolled down through his profile. There was this Add as a Friend button that I would like to click but then, you don't add someone you had a one-night stand on Facebook. And we're not even friends to begin with.

I fell asleep staring on one of his photos.

Mische cornered me down the locker rooms in the hallways the next day reminding me of her house party slash birthday party tonight. I nodded, just to shut her up of course and proceeded to my English class which was one of my favorite class, actually. Not because of Simon Prentice whom I haven't seen since yesterday's Philosophy class. I didn't mind though but I was hoping against hope he wouldn't turn up tonight.