Bailey's pov" Finally showed up Mira?" Ryan teased. There's a long wooden table separating the two, and on its surface is a line of cups filled to the brim with alcohol. The pungent scent is stale in the air, making my nose twitch." Now aren't you sweet to wait for me to start the game?" Mira's smile beamed brightly. She walked up to the table, called us over and taunted Ryan. "Let's begin shall we?"With a tilt of his head and a grin appearing on his face, Ryan nod while darting his eyes over everyone surrounding the table. " What do you say guys? Ready to play truth or dare?" The others cheer while Katrina and I gave each other nervous glances. We all knew how this game works, we've seen it first hand. Whatever you choose, truth or dare.....it wouldn't matter. All that mattered would be going through with it and not chickening out. If you do, then off with your hair!You'd be shaved bald. The way they play it had been done for years and passed down through generations. Only th
Bailey's povLong night indeed. As the giggles surged around us, Mirabella and Ryan seem to be too lost in their staring contest to realize the time was up. " Why don't you two just bone and get it over with!" Stefan yelled beside me, chuckling when he managed to break their stares. Mira quickly pulled her hand out, her face flushed as she looked at the floor. She bumped into Gracie on her way back here and didn't bother apologizing. " Oh God this was embarrassing." She whispered, shame written on her face and printed on her words. Katrina snorted. " I don't know, it seemed like you both were enjoying from here." Mira flushed red, stuttering before she muttered shut up. Katrina laughed while I try to comfort Mira. " Everyone is drunk, they'd probably not remember a thing after tonight." Mira twisted her face. " They took pictures. That dirty bitch Kirsty is going to embarrass me with them." I smiled sadly, unsure of what to say knowing she was right. Kirsty would certainly us
Bailey's pov" I can't believe you called the cops on the kids last night, Blake." Mom snorted in a hushed tone. I stopped abruptly on the last stair and listened to the two talk. " Technically I called my mom. It's not like anyone would've gotten arrested. Just to scare them off." Dad's response made my jaw drop. Did my dad really call grandma Ryn last night to stop the party? I bit my bottom lip, not sure if to laugh or not. His intervene, well grandma Ryn's intervene I should say, did save me last night. If it were not for them I'd not be able to get out of the stupid game. I smiled and continued on my path to the kitchen where both of my parents are. Dad is seated around the island, sipping on some steaming coffee, while mom is cutting up some fruits. When they noticed my presence mom sent me a sheepish smile while dad looked away. " Good morning." I greeted. " Good morning baby. Did you have a good night rest? You look tired." Mom worried her bottom lip between her teeth.
Bailey's povThis was not how I imagined my Saturday morning to be like. I expected to be chilling and watching a show. Maybe even visit Mira. Not this. Kaleb and Stefan fighting? Did Kaleb go to Stefan's home to fight him? If so, why?" What are you talking about Mira? Why are they fighting?" I rushed out, scanning around my room for my shoes. " I am not sure, Ryan didn't tell me. He just said I should go over there because they are still arguing and Kaleb won't listen to him. Stefan's house is like a fifteen minute drive from here, I won't get there soon enough. Can you, can you go please? You're closer." Even though Mira and her brother do not get along as much, she still care for him. Which is why her voice is so full of worry right now. I nod instantly. " I will. I'll call you when I get there okay?" " Thanks Bailey. I'm going to ask dad to drop me off." Her voice is now coating with relief and we both bid our goodbyes, promising to meet at Stefan's. As I placed my shoe on
Bailey's povMy eyes widened in shock. "What?" I whispered as his gaze bored into mine. His expression was a mixture of hurt, anger and betrayal. What the hell is he talking-Oh. The dare. Stefan, still being held by Kaleb spoke up. " I keep fucking telling him it was just a dare." Kaleb's eyes darken and he whipped back around, and was just about to lung for Stefan again when I grabbed his arm. " I let him." I whispered, clutching his arm tighter. He stiffens by my words. " He didn't lie, it was a dare. But we didn't really kiss." I added when I felt the anger roll off of him in waves. " It didn't look like you two didn't really kiss Bailey." "Well we didn't." I gritted my teeth, now feeling frustrated that he was mad because of the dare. Stefan and I didn't even kiss! " And if we did, it shouldn't be any of your concern Kaleb," I let his arm go. Kaleb snapped to face me, a chilling glare on his face. I stood my ground and lifted my chin up. " You have no right to barge in
Bailey's povThough his words made my heart raced, the doubt clouded my feelings and made me scowl. " Right. Then you have a funny way of showing it." I pushed off him and rest my palm on his chest to push away from him fully, but he gripped both my wrists this time and prevented me to. " Let me explain everything Bailey." His tone is soft with a plea that almost melted my resolve, but I refuse to be weakened so quickly. " Kaleb-" Please. I know the way I left wasn't right-" You damn right it wasn't!" I snapped, my face flushing with irritation. His eyes pleaded with me to listen, to understand, but the frustration still lingered in my chest painfully. " Flower, it's really not what you think." I shook my head, trying to rip myself out his hold. " This is what any guilty person say to plead their case." I snorted out a dry laugh. Kaleb winced and let out a breath, but he didn't release his grip on my wrists. "I messed up, Bailey. I'm not denying that, but I need you to hear me
Bailey's povHer eyes are glued to Kaleb and me, especially on his hand. I know this looked rather intimate so I had no idea how to explain this. Good thing Kaleb had quick thinking. " I think I got rid of it." he uttered loud enough for Mira to hear while brushing his hand down my back as though there was something there that shouldn't have been. He takes a step back, looking over at his sister. " What are you doing here?" He questioned her, clearly want to stray her thoughts away from where it had drifted off to. Mira bounced her gaze between us, the tilt of accusation on her face as she takes a step forward. " The better question is why were you two in that position?" My stomach twisted and I know I may have to come up with an excuse or confess. But I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to, fearing that this would be the end of our friendship." There was a tiny spider on her clothes, I was simply getting it off," Kaleb shrugged, strutting forward and acting neutral. I am jealou
Bailey's povThe ride was uncomfortable. It wasn't silent because Mira kept questioning about Stefan and what had triggered Kaleb to fight his friend, but his answers were so blunt and clipped that it made everyone feel uneasy. So after a bit, Mira decided to keep her mouth shut and looked out the window just as I did. They dropped me off first and as I bid the two goodbye I noticed Kaleb was too upset to even look at me. My stomach twisted. I didn't mean to make him feel bad, I had just said those words to Mira to get her off my back. I didn't mean them at all. I frowned, feeling the awful sinking feeling in my tummy as I watch them drive off. He didn't horn like he normally did when he dropped me off and I knew for certain that I had really upset him. I needed to fix this. I pulled out my phone and looked down at the screen, squinting as the sunlight casted a glow. I chewed my lips. I can text him but I wasn't sure if Mira would happen to see it. So I made up my mind. I'd wa
Bailey's pov~ Nine months later ~ I stood in front of the mirror, my gentle fingers brushing over my huge bump. I could barely see my toes now. I giggle as I felt a firm kick. " You're playing football in there little Sam?" I joked, rubbing where I could still feel his little foot stretching my skin. I turned a little sideways, the gleam of my wedding ring on my finger catching my eyes as a ray of sun strikes over the stunning diamond. My heart melts, remembering how Sam fit it on my finger when he stared at me deeply while he said I do with his whole heart. I sighed and flushed when I recall our wedding night. Let's just say if I wasn't already pregnant then, I'd surely gotten pregnant that night. We officially tied the knot two months after we got engaged. Sam wanted to speed it up and have it the exact same month, but I didn't want to rush it too much — even though we both clearly didn't want to wait any longer. Our wedding had been small and intimate, only our family and clos
Bailey's pov~* five years later *" And do you know what he got me yesterday?" Mira huffed, her face flush as she glares at me through the screen." Hmm let me guess, a dildo?" Kristina joked. We were in a three way facetime call. Mira was yapping for the last minute about Ryan who apparently left his socks in the kitchen yesterday.Mira rolled her eyes. " No Kristina, worse. He got me cheetos. Fucking cheetos! I hate cheetos!"Both Kristina and I giggled. " I think that's romantic for an apology gift," Kristy jokes. Five years has gone by yet we all were the same. Mira with her dramatics, Kristy with her sarcasm and well me being the grounded one I suppose. The one who is the emotional glue." Romantic my left asscheek," Mira snorted. " This man loves getting on my nerves."" But you love him so much," I pointed out, making her roll her eyes, yet I see that ghost of a smile on her face." Enough about me and Ryan, I think I have distracted you quite enough now. So......what does it
Bailey's pov~ Graduation Day ~The morning sun filters through the windows, casting directly over my frame where I sat on the edge of my bed. My fingers twiddle with the hem of the graduation gown. It's navy blue and neatly pressed by mom. I stare at my reflection in the mirror and try to smile. But I only manage to carve out a little one that didn't quite reach my eyes. My lips line into a frown. I dreamed of this day and I know I should be happy to even see it....however, a lingering feeling of pity weighed on my chest. Juliet would never see this day and Stefan would also not be here today. Two individuals I should hate to the core, although I can't seem to find any resentment toward them but instead, pity. One was dead and gone and the other was rotting in jail for the next twenty-five years. Both not going to walk across the stage today and accept their diploma. Yet I would. A little part of me felt guilty, because perhaps things would've turned out differently if I paid e
Bailey's povShe offers a small smile and gives me a gentle understanding nod. " We will tell them to call him too, I promise." Her hand gently presses against my back to help me into the ambulance and I fix myself to sit on the edge of the stretcher. Another of her colleagues come over to wrap a thin blanket around my shoulders and I cuddle into the material as I sort for any bit of warmth. The night was cold, the heart of Juliet's just as cold. I swallowed and looked down, my body shaking as I replay the events of the night over and over in my head. The chaos around me seem to blue into nothing but silence. It feels like I was in the eye of a hurricane.....the calm, trapped in my mind. I know I should be grateful to be alive. Grateful to feel my legs, to feel every breath enter my lungs. I should be grateful. I should. And I am. However, it is strange to feel such emotion when I have just stared death in the eyes not too long ago. When I've just watched someone die with their
Bailey's povThe gunshot echoed through the entire room like the roar of thunder. For a moment everything stood still as I watch her body jerk back violently from the impact of the bullet hitting her on the shoulder. Her hold on the gun loosens until it hit the floor with a clatter, right beside Stefan's unmoving body. Juliet stumbles back and she whips towards me, her knees buckling as she kneel to the floor. " You," she choked in shock, her eyes wide and wild with disbelief. Then she does something incredibly stupid, she reaches for the gun again despite her shoulder staining with crimson. " Juliet don't-I tried to warn her but her fingers wrap around the gun and she aims for me with trembling fingers latching onto the weapon. " Hands where I can see them!" " Drop the weapon!" The officers yelled. " You!" She snarls just as she pulls the trigger. Another bang clears through the air, this time louder than the first. I clench my eyes tightly shut, my heart stopping as I waited
Bailey's povJuliet's face twisted into many emotions all at once. Confusion. Then disbelief. And then.....rage. Pure raw rage that turned her face ugly. The hand that held the gun tremble, however she remove the aim towards me and aimed it at Stefan who still held the phone up. " You backstabbing asshole! You-" It wouldn't matter if you kill me now Juliet, they're on their way and you won't get away with this." Stefan cuts in her words just before a loud bang shot through the air followed by his painful groan. A scream tore through my throat when I watch the phone fall from his grasp and clatter to the floor, screen still lit up with the 911 dispatcher on the line. Blood smeared across it while his body slumps to the floor unconscious and unmoving. My entire body became numb. It felt like I couldn't breathe as I stare at Stefan's unmoving body. Beneath him is a pool of his own blood. A lump forms in my throat and vomit crawls up threateningly. Juliet rushes over to him and t
Bailey's povMy throat hurt, tears roll down my cheeks as I stare in complete terror as Stefan, who moments ago had gripped my chin so harshly was now to his knees clutching his stomach. I could see his back tense as his head tilt down clearly because he was eyeing his wound. A gurgle sound pushes out of his throat followed by a harsh cough that seem to shake his entire body. My heart thuds loudly, prickles of goosebumps dot across my skin as fear stilled me in my place. A few feet away from us is Juliet who still kept the gun aimed at Stefan. " This is all your fault by the way, Bailey," she harsh out, her angry eyes striking me across the slight distance between us. Satisfaction. That's the gleam that pierced into me as her gaze remain on mine." See what you made me do?" She tilt her head mockingly, eyes glazing with contempt. She was blaming me being the reason she shot Stefan.......she had officially gone insane. Stefan groans, coughing and this time something came out of his
Bailey's povThe smirk on her face grew until the girl who was one of the most gorgeous girls in our school transformed into one of the ugliest. It's crazy how one's heart can change their features so drastically.Stefan chuckle makes me turn to face him. "You're going to be my little plaything sweetheart. You're going to be mine like you were always meant to be."His words caused a disgusting tickling sensation down my spine. Bile so horrid crawls up my throat as I stare at the guy I once considered a friend. Someone I once trusted with my life now looks at me so coldly. I mourn the feeling of safety I once felt with him and look away, my heart shattering even more. He clicks his tongue, moving closer until his fingers pinch my chin harshly. I wince, forced to look back at him. " Don't look away sweetheart," he mocks, eyes glinting with a shade of something.....feral. His breath warm against my cheek, the harsh puffs intensifying against my skin. "You can't force someone to be you
Bailey's povThe emotions I tried to keep at bay came crashing down. Juliet leans closer, her breath hot against my face as she lets out a louder cackle. " Our little naive Bailey, always so gullible to believe anyone would fall for you." Her words hit me right across the heart even though I wish they hadn't. Protecting myself now felt impossible. They had the upper hand, and it was stupid for me to think that they didn't. Her eyes glint, cold and calculative, flashing like the conniving fox she is. " You have a face only a mother could love," her snort was loud and the laughter that followed was even more deafening. My stomach churns, and helplessness weighs heavily in my body. If I was being completely honest with myself, it were not her words that was getting to me, it was the fact that I felt like they were the words of Kaleb. It was true, he was not in the room with us, it was her voice. It was her. Yet. Somehow my mind clung to believing that was what he wanted to tell me. T