Authors Note: So basically there's a load of "Truth or Dare" and "Spin the Bottle"-esque fanfics for House of Night, but I have found most of them are... well, a bit out there. For example, it'll be the Author asking the dares, and then a character will die, and Stark will die his hair pink an Aphrodite will do some bitching. Well, I wanted to do a more... Cliche version I suppose. You know, the nice old, "I dare you to kiss such-and-such," or "Who do you like?" type one. So, this is set in the Tulsa H.o.N, but without all that "Evil God, Zoey dying and un-dying, Neferets an evil cow" stuff. Not that it won't be dramatic!

Main Characters: Stevie Rae, Erin, Shaunee, Damien, Zoey, Aphrodite, Jack.

Warnings: Boyxboy, bad language (hello, have you met Aphrodite? Me neither, but we all know she has a potty mouth) and some passionate kissing. Don't like any of it, don't read it.

I sighed. How I had managed to get myelf roped into such a trivial game, I would never know. I was sitting in Zoey and Stevie Rae's dorm room, along with the two mentioned, the twins and, surprisingle enough, Aphrodite. We were sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor in a circle playing Truth or Dare. Another sigh on my part. I knew I would regret this later. These girls were devious in their ways.

"So, I'll go first, and whoever I ask goes next, and so-on. Dares must be carried out. If not, the daree must run through the cafeteria singing the ABC's at the top of their lungs. In a tutu. Same for truths. Fair enough?" Zoey said.

"What colour tutu?" Aphrodite asked. There was a collective groan.

"Doesn't matter, we have to get one first," Zoey said, rolling her eyes, "Now, do we all agree?" Everyone agreed, including me, albeit grudginly. I knew I was trapped. Everyone knew I was gay, but a tutu? I'd rather wear the gay flag as a toga. I'd probably get less slagging.

"Okay," Zoey said, pulling me out of my reverie, "I choose... Stevie Rae. Truth or dare roomie?" She said, grinning mirthlessly.

"Dare." Stevie Rae sounded uber-confident.

"I dare you to...," her eyes lit up mischeviously. "I dare you to smell Dallas' hair. Be really creepy about it too." Stevie Rae didn't miss a beat.

"Sure! I was looking for an opportunity to do this anyways," She said, cool as a cucumber. So, we all followed Stevie Rae out to the main part of the girls dorm, where Dallas was conveniently sitting with a bunch of male an female friends, some couples, some not. I decided Zoey knew Dallas was there when she set the dare. We all split up, finding good spots to watch the show. I headed over to the breakfast bar an took a seat. The twins headed towards their room, along with Aphrodite. Zoey just hung around suspiciously.

We all watched breathless as Stevie Rae went right up to the large group of boys and girls. She made a big production of saying hello in her little Okie accent, and finding somewhere to sit, coincidently behind Dallas. He was still unaware. She sat still for a few minutes, under the pretence of getting settled, and so as not to attract unwanted attention. Just when the chatter lulled and the television show came to a quiet part, she leaned foreward. She was shameless, and I have to aplaud her for that, along with her timing. She all but shoved her little button nose into poor, unsuspecting Dallas' hair, and took a huge sniff.

"Mmmm, Strawberries. Reminds me of home," She said, loudly and cheerfully. I truly admired her bravery, though I would never let her know. Dallas turned his fine head of hair to face Little Miss Flirty Country Gal. His face was incredulous.

"Uh, hey Stevie Rae. Y'all right there?" He said, sounding unsure.

"I sure am. I gotta go, but we should meet up sometime," She said. Really, as I said before, NO SHAME! So then, she simply got up off the ground, dusted her roper jeans down and said ,"See y'all round guys!" and skipped away in her cowgirl boots. Simple as that. I was amazed at her.

She headed back for her room, leaving a dazed Dallas behind. We all slowly migrated back there, trying not to make it too obvious what we were up to, and I'm pretty sure we went unnoticed. Back in the room, all the girls, excluding the Ice Queen, Aphrodite, burst into giggling fits.

"All right, I got me a good sniff of some gorgeous hair, now it's my turn guys!" Stevie Rae crowed. I closed my eyes, praying she didn't pick me. This game could cause havoc, and for me, it couldn't end soon enough. Opening my eyes again I could see Stevie Rae grinning devilishly. Cue another sigh. How do I actually manage to get myself wrangled into these games? How?

A/N 2: Okay, so in the next chapter we will see who Stevie Rae will choose, and what she has in store for them. Or will we? You decide... Reviews? Also, some Truth/ Dare ideas would be cool. I have plenty but I would like to integrate some other new ideas. Also 2; Do we like Damiens POV? Or would a new POV be good for chapter two? Love, hugs and kisses as always. Megan out! :D x