Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, or any of the settings, or anything like that. They all belong to the lovely Jenny Carroll/Meg Cabot

A/N: This is my first fic. Please do not flame me. Please REVIEW ME. hehehe. it's a bit slow at first, most of my writing is, but it'll get better. Also, I have a bit of trouble with past tense POV writing. The problem is I've never done it before. And I know this probably sucks. I'm just TRYING okay?

"Nearly there Suze," urged Cee Cee. "Just one more tiny gulp."

'Just one more tiny gulp' my ass. I was seriously wonering why I ever became friends with her. Sure, the constant info source – even if she did nearly get me killed with the whole 'Red' thing – was a plus most of the time.

But if I wasn't her friend, I may not have had to resist finding a way to whipe that cocky smirk off her face. Instead I had to keep imagining my fist connecting with her jaw, instead of acting on it.

You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna kill the bastard who created that horrible game, 'truth or dare'. Or rather, the first person to dare someone else to do something, and started the whole craze. I'm going to kill him, and then when he comes crawling to me, wanting me to mediate away his problems, I'll kill him again.

I thought I could handle almost everything. But this…

Cee Cee giggled at me. I suppose my disgust must've shown on my face.

"Cee," I said in my best, killer 50-watt smile and finest puppy dog eyes. With the number of hours I've spent in front of the mirror practicing, there's no way she can resist.

"Not a chance."

Damn. Why does she have to be so stubborn? Maybe Sister Ernestine was right… I have been 'polluting the minds of my peers and juniors with my big-city ideas'. Though I'd die before admitting that to her face.

Seeing as how that was obviously not the reaction I was looking for, I turn to plan B.

"Adam…" I said, in the same, whiny voice, smile not loosing power… Okay, Suze, blink. Gooood girl. Still got it!

How can this be? Adam's smirking too!

So much for still having it.

Seeing no way out, I turn back to the cup. Ew, is all I can say. Times about a million. Okay, cappuccino I could handle, maybe even a latte, but expresso?

Why, oh WHY did I have to give in to this stupid dare?

Bracing myself, I poured the icky stuff down my throat. Damn, it's BITTER. How the hell can people actually drink it on a regular basis and on their own free wil???

I'm telling you, the applause and 'go Suze' I got from Cee Cee and Adam totally made up for the torture I went through though.

…Not.

Ooooh, they are gonna pay. But first, I have to go find something to wash this taste out of my mouth with…