Chapter Two: Night Party!
"Come on, Rose!" Leah whispered, "I hear someone coming!"
"So?" Rose said, "We can get them!" As she said this, a group of boys walked around the corner. "See?"
"What are you doing here?" one of the boys asked.
"Aren't they the freaks that Mark had?"
"Yup, that would be us!" Rose said back.
"Would you mind coming with us?" Leah said sweetly, "We need you for something." The boys all shifted nervously.
"We really should go to bed…" a smaller boy said.
"I have classwork," another commented.
"Oh, I see," Rose said loftily, "You're just not man enough to go with a girl!"
"No way!" the leader of the group said, "We'll go!"
"Great," Leah said. "Follow us."
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"Oh, good, you're back," Hope said with a grin.
"Oh, no," a boy muttered, "More of them!"
Leah smiled. "Okay, now we're all just going sit in a circle and introduce ourselves," she said as she sat and motioned for them to do the same. "I'll start. I am known as God, The Author, The Ruler, etcetera. However, please, refer to me as Leah." The boys all groaned.
"Well said, Leah," Rose said with a malicious smile, "Now it's my turn. I am the Empress of this world, and must be treated with reverence. For our purposes, you ignorant mortals may call me Rose," she finished, passing an invisible "microphone" on.
"Okay, well, I'm Becky, that's Hope, and that's Cat. May we toddle on?" Becky said with a smile.
"Yes, yes, proceed."
"Okay, everyone knows me. I'm Mark!"
"Okay, Leah, I changed my mind," Rose whispered, "He definitely is a brainless jock!"
"Erm… I'm Erik of Tirrismont."
"I'm Andrew of Cavall!" piped the smallest of the boys. Apparently the fact that he was being held hostage by girls in creepy Hot Topic pajamas wasn't bothering him.
"Okay, I'm Fredrick of Nond," the last boy said, "But, please, don't humiliate me. Call me Fred."
"Alrighty then," Leah said, and clapped her hands together. She got up, and went to the mini fridge she had shoved into the closet. Rummaging through it, she pulled out a bowl. "Punch, anyone?"
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Twenty minutes later, Rose scooted towards Leah. "You spiked it, didn't you?"
"'Course I did," Leah said with a grin. "Special fangirl formula. Can't have the guys remembering they were here, can we?"
"That would explain why all the guys have punch and all of us have Cokes."
Leah waved around her can. "Mine's a Sprite, actually."
"And mine's orange juice. WITHOUT ICE!" Maren giggled.
"Really, though, mine tastes like root beer," Cat commented.
Leah gave them all an annoyed look, then stood up and clapped her hands. Everyone fell silent. "That's better. Can we start the game now?" She looked at one boy. "What's your name?"
He grinned. "I'm Emmit." Cat sighed with longing. It was true. Emmit was friggin hot.
"Alright then, Emmit, truth or dare?"
"Uh… dare, I guess."
Leah grinned. "I dare to go out in the courtyard wearing nothing but a loincloth and one of Cat's bras."
"Why mine, though?" Cat wanted to know.
Leah sighed. "Because yours are the most padded."
"Are you saying I stuff?!"
"No," one of the boys muttered, "You just have the biggest tits."
Cat stood up, walked across the room, and slapped him.
"Cat fight!" a boy yelled.
Leah slapped him. "Do you want to wake everyone up?"
"Soo… should I go do my dare, or should I just sit here watching you people be slap-happy?"
Rose grinned, and waved Emmit towards Cat's pile of clothes.
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Ten minutes later, they returned to the girls' room, Leah, Rose, Maren, Hope, and Becky were giggling, Cat was sighing dreamily, and Emmit was beet red.
"My turn, I suppose," a very embarrassed Emmit said, "Cat, truth or dare?"
"Ummm… truth, I guess," Cat said, shifting her eyes back and forth.
"Okay, then! Have you ever kissed a guy?"
Cat blushed. "No!"
Emmit leaned in. "Do you want to?"
Leah groaned. "Get a room, people!"
Cat sighed. Glancing at Emmit, she mouthed, "Later!" Turning back to the circle, she said, "Mark, truth or dare?"
"Dare, as long as it doesn't involve one of Cat's bras."
Cat smiled evilly. "I dare you to kiss Rose."
Mark just stared. "Kiss ROSE?! Are you crazy?"
"Probably."
Rose had been staring off into space. She came to herself with a start. "Kiss HIM?!"
Leah grinned. "Oh, come on, you said he was sexy this morning!"
Rose growled, "That was before I knew him!"
"Oh, Rosie!" Mark said, and grabbed her by the neck. Like a sappy love scene in a stupid romance move, he dipped her back into a prolonged kiss.
Leah looked over towards the door. "Oh, crap."
Someone was at the door. Three guesses as to who it was. And the first two don't count.
