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*Enrique's P.O.V. (Gasp)* {what goes on in the Italian's mind? Find out}
Me, Robert, Johnny, Mercy, and the other teams sit in one of the larger living rooms of the McGregor castle. After the little, and may I say frightening, occurrence with Oliver me and my two team mates came down here to find everyone sitting in awkward quietness. Once we arrived, Eddy, one of the All-Stars, came up with the idea of playing truth or dare. It's been a couple rounds since the game begun but I still can't get my greenette best friend's words out of my head: 'You don't know the things I've had to go through'. His words are still echoing themselves throughout my mind. I'm not able to comprehend them though. "What did he mean by that?' I think to myself, trying to decode his almost cryptic message.
"Enrique... Truth... Or... Dare?" My eyes dart from my hand to Johnny. He's wearing a sly smirk as his eyebrows rise in anticipation. Knowing full well he is up to something, I silently accept the challenge.
"Dare."
Johnny's devious smile stretches, eyes focus. "Enrique. I. Dare. You. To grope Mercy's chest." as he verbalizes my challenge his voice is low and secretive, with his face dead serious. The room falls completely silent. With a blushed face, I look to my right. Mercy's face doesn't show any sign of embarrassment or anger. Instead, when she turns to me, her eyes hold a challenging gleam, almost if she expects me to deny the dare. I never back down from a challenge though. Slowly, and somewhat reluctantly, I reach my hands out and clasp around her lady lumps.
"I've had women with bigger balls than you squeeze my boobs. I mean really, your touchin' a chick's tits. You gotta get into it." Mercy rolls her eyes and moves her hands to clamp down on mine, which in turn, makes my grip on her chest become tighter. "See, like this."
"Okay, I obviously have bad timin'. Ah well, could'a been worse. Y'all could'a been in the middle of sex." My head, along with everyone's in the room, snaps to the door. Leaning on the door frame is Oliver, shaking his head. I freeze in fear; which unfortunately I am still griping Mercy's chest. No one moves a simple inch as the male greenette walks up to his sister and me. Finally noticing my hands, I quickly pull them back. Closing my eyes, I prepare for a punch... but it doesn't come? Opening my blue eyes, I see Oliver, standing next to us, still shaking his head. "Enrique, I'm so sorry Mercy took your innocence." My jaw nearly falls off as I stare wide eye, unable to make a sound. Turning to Mercy, Oliver again shakes his head. "Mercy, how many times do I gotta tell you to quite corrupting people. Really, can't you just let 'em be nice and innocent? I swear, I can't take you anywhere without somethin' like this happenin'. You know what? I don't care. When you contract some kind of life threatening diseaseor get pregnant that's punishment enough for you." He huffs in annoyance and brings his hands to rub his head, obvious signs of a head ach. "Satan knows no one wants any off spring with mine or Mercy's genes." He barely mumbles that last part. I bit the inside of my lip and watch as the two twins have another standoff.
"I am not that bad." Mercy defends herself. I look to Oliver to see him roll his eyes.
"You got Kathy 'ex-Goody Goody' Ryans to party and sleep with at least half of the football team. And let's not forget you and fake lesbian Ashley gettin' caught out behind the school pretty much goin' at it. All y'all needed to do was take your pants off and you would've got expelled for sex on school grounds." He smiles triumphantly at his sister.
"Fake or not, she's hot. You can't tell that. And besides, You actually had sex with her." Mercy stands, pointing a finger at Oliver. Me, and everyone else in the room, are frozen once again though at this new information. To say I'm shocked in the understatement of the century.
"Like you said, she's hot. In my defense though, I was drunk. You weren't."
"Are we interrupting something?" I look to the door and see my parents along with all of the other adults inhabiting the castle at the moment and Oliver's younger siblings in the threshold.
"TRIXIE!" Mercy shouts, moving to her younger sister. "Please tell Oliver that bein' drunk does not make it better that he slept with Ashley!"
"Do ya mean Ashely Carter, the girl from your science class?" Lyric puts herself in the conversation by asking.
"No. Obviously they're talkin' about Ashley Hues. Holly's cousin from Ohio." Alec rolls his eyes at his younger sister.
"Your both wrong. I'm talkin' about Ashley Warens. Ya know, the one with the honey colored hair and big brown eyes." Mercy speaks up.
"Oh!" Lyric exclaims. "You mean fake lesbian Ashley."
"Yeah." Mercy shakes her head.
"Sis is right." Trixie yells Oliver. "You being drunk don't give you an 'okay' stamp for that."
"It's better than the time he slept with Bailey Jones." Alec moves to sit on one of the couches. Apon saying this, Lyric covers her eyes.
"Dat was bad to walk in on." Lyric mumbles, joining her brown haired brother on the couch. I almost chock on air. Oliver has actually slept with someone before. Feeling my eyes widen, I look around to notice everyone else wide eyed.
Ignoring the siblings' little talk, Mr. Dickenson addresses everyone. "I've come to tell you all that you will be leaving tomorrow. Your departure time will be 10 o'clock in the morning time. The house you will be staying at is in a little town, about 2 hours east of London. I advise you all to get ready and a good night sleep." Probably not wanting to stay in the room any longer than necessary, the adults leave.
Oliver huffs and flings himself onto the couch. I look at Johnny who nods his head. My eyes make an almost complete circle around the room, each person I make eye contact with nodding. ''Guess now better than never.'' I and the others prepare to make our launch on my best friend, all except the ex-Demolition boys who, for some reason, stay rested on the wall.
"Oliver." Max gets his attention. Looking at us from the corner of his eye, he sits up.
"Yeah?" He asks Max. His eyes dart back and forth between everyone. Finally, after a minute, they widen. "Trixie, take Alec and Lyric to get lunch." Not arguing with their brother, the three pile out of the room.
"What's wrong with you?" Brooklyn, the leader of the Justice 5 asks.
"What's it to you." Oliver counters back.
"Quite being difficult Oliver. All we want are some answers." Miguel tries to reason.
"Who said he wanted to give y'all any." Mercy joins in, helping to defend her brother.
"Look." Johnny walks to the front of our group. "Oliver, I have no idea what your problem is. Just tell us what it. There's no reason to walk around acting like some depressed emo freak. Quite yourself pity and grow up." He once again speaks his mind to my best friend.
"I can act like some kind of 'depressed emo freak' as you call it all I wanna. It ain't none of your business what I do with my life." Oliver counters back.
"Oliver." The Scot growls. The previous night we had voiced what they thought of Oliver's change. It all summed up to about one same thing. "We all have agreed to tell you to quite being a little bitchy self-centered drama queen. You act as if your life is the worst in the world, but it isn't. Nothing even slightly out of the ordinary ever happened to you so stop trying to get everyone's attention and go back to the way you really are."
Oliver stares at Johnny. His eyes slowly travel across the group, settling last on me. His mouth is in a flat line. Mercy steps forward, no doubt to defend her brother, but Oliver pulls her back. Giving the entire group an icy glare, he leaves dragging his sister behind him.
"Why did you do that?!" I yell at Johnny. He turns to me, still breathing heavily in anger. It doesn't take much to make him mad.
"You know he's just acting like that to get attention and to be honest I'm getting sick of his attitude." Everyone starts to leave the room, out game of truth or dare forgotten.
''Something just doesn't feel right.'' I think to myself after everyone, including Tala's team, have left. ''There's something else going on with Oliver. Something big."
Hoped you enjoyed the reading. I personally liked writing this chapter. And before you ask, yes, it's just because of the groping of Mercy's breast part. Until next time ;)
