You Broke Me Once: Try Again, I Dare You Novels & Stories

This was the first time this year I had to bring it up. The punishment for breaking the pact was that you had to do something the other person made you do. If you were so embarrassed or worried about what you were going to say, you needed to back it up. That meant that it was too embarrassing or too bad that even if you walked through the school hallway naked, you still wouldn’t want to talk. A more meaningful truth or dare game. “I…we…I just…” Krista was actually blushing. “We had dinner together.”

Just watched with that expression he had when he was waiting to see what happened next. The game started. Someone got dared to call their ex. Someone got asked who they'd kissed last. Brianna, who was sitting practically on top of Crew, got dared to do something with him that I watched with the detached calm of a person who had made a decision to feel nothing about anything tonight. Then someone pointed at me. "Truth or dare?" "Dare," I said. Because I was apparently a completely different person tonight. The guy across the circle, someone I didn't know, grinned. "I dare you to give Jack….a boy from school, a blow Job"

I can't believe this is what I'm getting after going through so much just because of him "Maryam" the bang on the door make me jerk out of fear "Maryam open this door" he said in a dangerous tone "I swear if you don't open this door, I'm going to break it down and believe me I'll do just that" he threatened What? Will he really break it? Is he crazy? If I'm ask to buy that door I'm sure I won't be able to afford it "Maryam before counting of three, open this damn door if not I'm-"

Should I just do what I had expected him to do and simply ask him? Am I willing to put myself out there again, knowing very well that this could end badly and I will sit with a broken heart for a third time. What is that saying, a donkey doesn’t hit it’s head twice at the same place? Yet, here I am considering going at it again for the third time. “Mamma mia, Jena. GO!” Mila says when she passes me with a tray filled with coffee cups. I nearly jump at her tone and quickly get up, feeling like a child that has been scolded. It probably wouldn’t hurt to just see him, to just watch the race and make sure that he makes it through safely.

The fire crackled in the background, adding a touch of magic to the atmosphere. Jonathan’s eyes sparkled mischievously as he turned to me. “Truth or dare, my daring Angel?” I grinned, feeling a thrill of excitement. “Dare!” He chuckled, his mind concocting a mischievous plan. “I dare you to give me a silly, exaggerated dance performance right here, right now.” My eyes widened with surprise. I had never been known for my dancing skills, but I was always up for a challenge. Taking a deep breath, I stood up and walked to the centre of the room, ready to give it my all.

Why am I turned on by this? "I’ll break you." I hear Felix say, and my heart skips a beat. See? Insane. Because those are no words of romance or gentleness. Yet I push forward, my leg brushing against his. The innocent touch sends very not innocent sparks through my body and my mouth waters. "Then do it." Felix doesn’t speak. He just stares at me like he can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth, and I’m getting impatient. "I dare you."

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.

Without Dad's financial support, I have maybe two months of tuition money saved from my part-time job at the campus writing center. The security guard's radio crackles. "Building needs to be secured in fifteen minutes." "Almost done," I call back, shoving the last of my toiletries into a bag. My reflection catches in the mirror above my dresser. I look like a stranger—hollow-eyed, pale, wearing the same clothes I've had on for two days. When did I start looking so broken? "Hey," Maya touches my shoulder gently. "You're going to get through this." "Am I?" The question slips out before I can stop it. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like my life is over."

Dixon. "I thought we weren't allowed to talk on school grounds?" I asked. "Wow! A rule-breaker sticking to a rule? Now that's a first." I rolled my eyes and kept my arms crossed. "I was just following your command." "You're a rule-breaker, aren't you? I knew you'd talk to me eventually, so I just beat you to it." He laughed, taking a seat right beside me. "At least I break other people's rules. But you? You broke your own rule. That's pathetic," I retorted, glancing sideways at him.

"I felt like I was just a secret in your life someone you cared about, but didn't respect enough to tell the truth. And then, when I got to London and realized the clinic was fake... I was so terrified. I thought I had failed my mom. I thought I was completely alone." "You will never be alone again," Adrian swore fiercely, his thumb gently rubbing the back of Ethan’s hand. "When I called you from the flat last night, I was so scared you wouldn't answer," Ethan whispered, tears glistening in his brown eyes. "And when you answered... when you told me you were coming... I knew right then that I never want to be away from you again. But we have to promise each other, Adrian. No matter how bad th