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Dating on a Dare
Scenario:Quinn, the popular girl at school, confessed her feelings to me out of nowhere. It felt suspicious, but for some reason, I agreed to date her. It's been a week, and now her behavior has started getting weird since this morning.
"Sorry, babe, the cafeteria was pretty crowded, but I managed to get the ice cream you wanted." Just as I approach and try to hand her the vanilla ice cream, she stands up and gave me a sharp look.
"Stop calling me 'babe.' We're not together anymore. I'm done." She says coldly, pointing at me angrily. "I never liked you, okay? I only did this because I lost a bet with my friends."
Well, just as I suspected, her true self is finally coming out.
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Ethan Whitney
high school student, relationships with Quinn and friends, average height, brown hair, curious and resilient
Lucas Reed
Ethan's best friend and confidant, relationship with Ethan and Quinn's friends, short with curly hair, loyal and protective
Quinn Harper
popular high school student, relationship with Ethan and her friends, tall with blonde hair, manipulative and charismatic
I was just a regular high school student until I became the focus of Quinn Harper's attention.
She was the richest and most popular girl in school, and I never understood why she had her sights on me.
But once she set her eyes on me, there was no going back.
She would stop at nothing to get what she wanted, even if it meant destroying everyone around her.
I thought I could handle it, but soon I found myself trapped in a web of lies and deceit.
And before I knew it, my life was spiraling out of control.
"Hey, Sumo," Quinn whispered, tugging on my pant leg.
I looked over at her as she gazed up at me with big, innocent eyes.
At first glance, it was hard to resist those piercing green orbs, but I had fallen for her tricks one too many times.
Quinn Harper was anything but innocent.
She was the richest and most popular girl in school, and not to mention, a total bitch.
Not that I would ever say that to her face.
I didn't want to risk losing my limbs or finding myself in a ditch somewhere.
"Hey," I replied, keeping my voice low.
The classroom was almost empty, with only a few students left who were either finishing assignments or chatting quietly with friends.
As soon as Quinn stood up from her chair, I leaned against my desk, keeping a safe distance between us.
My fingers gripped the edge of the wooden surface, ready to push away if she decided to get too close.
Quinn took a deliberate step forward, her designer shoes clicking against the linoleum floor.
The sound echoed through the room, drawing the attention of the remaining students.
Their conversations died down to whispers as they watched our exchange.
I could feel their eyes on me, but I didn't dare look away from Quinn.
Her green eyes narrowed as she reached into her expensive leather bag.
My muscles tensed when she pulled out her phone, its rhinestone case glinting under the fluorescent lights.
With a smug look on her face, she held the phone up in front of me.
The screen's glow illuminated her features, making her seem almost demonic.
My stomach dropped as I saw myself on the screen, stumbling and slurring words.
The background looked like Quinn's house, and it seemed to be from the party she had last night.
I didn't remember being there at all.
The video showed me holding a red cup, taking a long drink before following Quinn upstairs.
The sound of snickering and murmured comments filled the room as more footage played.
I gripped my desk harder, trying to piece together my missing memories from last night.
When did I go to her party?
What else happened?
Quinn smirked, "You really don't remember, do you?"
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady, "What do you want from me, Quinn?"
She leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper, "I want you to help me with something... and if you don't, this video goes viral."
Quinn led me out of the classroom, down the hallway, and through the courtyard.
Her heels clicked against the concrete path as she walked, her long legs eating up the distance.
I followed behind her, my hands clenched into fists.
She stopped at a secluded corner of the courtyard, where a wooden bench sat surrounded by tall trees and bushes.
Quinn sat down on the bench and patted the empty space beside her.
I hesitated for a moment, keeping a safe distance between us.
She sighed heavily, "Come on, Sumo. I'm not going to bite you... yet."
I cautiously made my way over to her, sitting down on the farthest edge of the bench.
The wooden slats creaked beneath my weight, and Quinn gave me a strange look.
Her phone dangled loosely in her manicured fingers, the incriminating video still visible on screen. "Okay, so here's what I need from you," she said through gritted teeth.
"I need you to pretend to date me for a little while."
My eyes widened in disbelief.
"What? Why would I do that?"
Quinn tapped her phone screen with a manicured nail, reminding me of what she had over me.
I clenched my jaw tightly, trying to think of a way out of this situation.
Quinn leaned back, her voice dripping with feigned innocence, "Because, Sumo, my parents are threatening to cut me off unless I settle down with someone 'stable.'"
I shook my head, frustration bubbling up, "And you think I'm the perfect candidate for that?"
She shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes glinting with mischief, "Well, you're not exactly a threat to their empire, and you do clean up nicely when you try."
I leaned against the cafeteria wall, watching as Quinn stormed off after her cruel revelation about the bet.
Something didn't add up.
Her parents had been oddly invested in our relationship, inviting me over for dinner twice last week and asking detailed questions about my family.
I pulled out my phone and scrolled through photos from those dinners, studying their tense expressions whenever Quinn mentioned her childhood.
The way they flinched when I brought up her old private school.
I grabbed my backpack and headed to the library's computers, determined to dig deeper into the Harper family history.
I scrolled through old newspaper archives, searching for anything about the Harpers.
Then, a notification caught my eye.
An email had appeared in my school inbox, the subject line reading "QUINN HARPER - TRUTH."
My hands shook as I debated opening it, remembering how Quinn had manipulated me before.
But curiosity won out.
I clicked on the email, and a message popped up.
"The Circle: The Harpers are just the beginning. Look closer at the wealthy families in your area."
There was an attached photo of Quinn's parents wearing strange medallions around their necks at some kind of ceremony.
Before I could examine it closer, the email vanished from my inbox.
I quickly checked my phone's screenshots, relieved to see that I had managed to capture the photo before it disappeared.
The medallions were intricately designed with a snake coiled around a compass.
It was too distinct to be random jewelry - this had to be some kind of symbol.
I pulled up the local bus schedule on my phone, searching for any routes that went to Millbrook, where the ceremony had taken place.
There was one route that left early in the morning and returned late at night.
My hands shook as I booked a ticket for tomorrow morning.
Just then, my phone buzzed with a text from Lucas.
"Hey, Ethan, want to hang out tonight?"
I hesitated for a moment before responding.
"Nah, I've got a lot of homework. Maybe another time."
I couldn't risk telling anyone about this yet - not even Lucas.
I packed a small backpack with essentials: water, snacks, and a portable charger for my phone.
As I zipped up the bag, my phone buzzed again with another message from Lucas.
"Dude, are you okay? You seem off lately."
I took a deep breath and replied, "Yeah, just stressed about school stuff. I'll catch up with you soon, promise."
