Quick Author's Note

Wow! Two reviews! That's one more than...well, one! But honestly, thanks to poohismyhunnie and MidnightBlue88 for the input. Every little comment goes a long way, trust me. I appreciate it a lot. Oh, and by the way, to answer any questions, the rest of the gang will pop up occasionally. The answer to the 'Are they still friends?' question will be answered in future chapters. Thanks SO much! Luv yah 3 (P.S. Poor Brian, so overlooked yet so essential to the Breakfast Club!)

Brian, who was looking downright queasy, folded his arms across his skinny chest and tapped his foot incoherently. Apparently, he didn't like dares. I had the impression from the beginning of the game that he was the type who always answered the truth questions, exaggerating whenever a personal question would come along.

Now Riley would probably pick dare most of the time, but when a truth question came along, she would definitely answer honestly. I had a feeling that playing Truth or Dare with her would end up with all three of us doing something inevitably embarrassing. Soon, though, I would find out that there were certain things that Riley Scott wouldn't answer if her life depended on it, and her emotions would prove that she wasn't entirely different from the girls at school.

"I'll start." I volunteered without hesitation, pulling my leg up onto my seat and wrapping my arms around my knee. My first instinct was to attack Riley with something really perverted like making out with Vernon, but I needed to warm up my vicious mind. I needed an appetizer before starting on the main course. Brian would be my prey.

"Johnson, I dare you to–,"

"Wait!" Brian interrupted in a shaky tone. His eyes were filled with unwanted anticipation. "N-nothing harmful to my health...or something that will get me suspended...,"

I rolled my eyes and snapped back. "Alright, sissy. I'll make it easy so you don't break a nail. I dare you to...," My eyes wandered around the room for a second before I spotted the large statue by the staircase. "I dare you to hump that statue."

Brian raised an eyebrow in confusion. His expression said, "Are you kidding me?", but inside, he was asking himself, "Why did I agree to do this?". Riley suddenly started laughing as she reached into her purple messenger bag and pulled out a video camera. I was surprised, but impressed by her idea.

She turned it on, put her eye to the eyepiece, and focused on the frightened geek.

"Ahem, I recall the rules being no backing out." She stated, a smile lingering on her lips.

Finally, Brian walked over to the statue slowly, as if he were walking to the electric chair. I couldn't see his face from where I was, but I could tell he was rolling his eyes in embarrassment.

Our howls of laughter must've made their way to Vernon's ears because in no less than three minutes, he was in the library doorway with his hands on his hips.

"What's going on...,"

His voice trailed off as he caught glimpse of Brian thrusting his body against the large statue over and over again. Riley stopped filming and hid the camera underneath the table as Vernon began to shout.

"Johnson, what the hell are you doing?" He asked in a loud, gruff voice, causing Brian to turn towards the confused principal. The color flushed from his face. His eyes grew wide. His mouth trembled, and his knees buckled with a jolt. He stood there for a few seconds in utter embarrassment before returning to his seat silently and resting his head on the desk.

Vernon closed his eyes, shook his head, and said, "I don't even want to know. Just...shut up and...and stay in your seats." Riley glanced back at me with an amused grin, which I returned in spite of the situation. As Vernon left us again, he muttered, "Horny little bastard."

Riley shot back around, she lifted her camera up again and went back to Brian.

"Ha! The image of a torn young man after being caught screwing an inanimate object. Priceless." She giggled, turning the camera towards me. "Your thoughts on this, Mr. Bender?"

I cocked my head slightly, put my palms together, and sighed. "The teenage years can be brutal. Between the acne, the parents, school, and the opposite sex, sexual needs are thrown in there somewhere. Thank you for joining us on 'When Good Geeks Go Horny'."

With an infectious laugh, Riley put the camera down on her lap. Her brown eyes found Brian, who was hitting his head against the desk. She smiled with pity.

"Aw, Brian, don't get all upset. It's no big deal. Besides, you have the next dare."

The distraught dork's puny head shot up quickly, his face dull and annoyed. I couldn't blame him for looking at us like that. It was embarrassing.

But he spoke in a strangled voice. "Okay...okay, fine. It's my turn. I pick the dare this time. Me. And I dare you," He motioned his head towards Riley. "I dare you to go into the guys' restroom with Bender and make out ON CAMERA. Got that? ON the CAMERA! Oh, and not just any kiss. French kiss. Yeah, you two have to french kiss in the guys' bathroom on camera!"

I just shrugged it off. How juvenile. It wasn't that big of deal. It would've been if I was like, thirteen, but I wasn't. I've done more things with a girl playing Truth or Dare than french kissing. I stood up and looked at Riley. Her face had uneasy written all over it. Evidently, this was a little much for her, surprisingly.

"Well?" I asked her. "You gonna chicken out? Sorry, but I recall the rules being no backing out."

She ran a hand through her hair, closed her eyes for a second, then stood up with the camera in her hand. She made her way out the door quickly, causing me to jog to catch up with her. She walked passed Vernon's office without any hesitation at a pace that was slightly hard to meet.

Before I could say anything to her, she went into the mens' restrooms. When I walked in, I found her leaning against the sink with her hands in her pockets. The camera was sitting on the top of the paper towel distributor with the power button off.

I pointed behind me with my thumb and asked, "What was that back there? You totally ditched the whole renegade bitch routine. You're making it seem like you're actually afraid to do this...,"

She didn't say anything, but the look in her eyes showed her mind thinking a million words a minute. You could tell a lot of things through her eyes. She stared at the floor as thoughts flooded her brain.

Suddenly, she snapped out of it with an accusing glare.

"What?" She began in a cold tone. "You think I'm going to back out on this? Just because I'm a little jittery about this doesn't mean I'm backing out."

I frowned. "Why are you jittery?"

"Nothing you need to know about. Leave it alone, and let's get this over with."

"No, I want to know."

"Freaking shut up and leave it alone! It's my business!"

"Give it up, you want to tell me! Girls always act like they won't tell you their shit when they really end up pouring out their hearts to–,"

"Shut up and kiss me!"

I found myself cut off by a pair of soft lips gently caressing mine. I noticed that the camera was still sitting on the paper towel machine, but I was kind of enjoying this. She slipped her tongue in my mouth, sending me on a spree of adrenaline. She tasted like Twizzlers, ironically my favorite candy. It went on for about two more minutes before she pulled away.

"Hmm, well...that was nice." She smiled halfheartedly, turning to get her camera. Without realizing it, my hand grabbed her forearm before she could leave. Her sparkling brown eyes gradually made their way to my hand, then to my face. I found myself staring into the face of a girl who I had known only forty-five minutes and had already made out with her. It wasn't that that surprised me. Believe me, I went further than kissing with chicks I had known chicks for less than forty-five minutes.

There was just something about her that I couldn't put my finger on. Like...like I had known her for more than forty-five minutes. I couldn't help but feel some strange attraction to her, and the need for that same adrenaline I had felt only a few minutes ago was beginning to overpower me.

I leaned in for another kiss, but found that she was ducking from me. I hadn't felt so embarrassed...ever. The look on her face was as though she was disgusted, or some would even say scared. I was confused now.

"Please...let go of my arm." She told me in a soft voice.

I did as told, allowing her to take the camera, look at me one more time, and leave. When the door closed, I stood in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection while I...well, reflected.

"So...she had some reluctancy to kiss me, then she did kiss me...she seemed disappointed afterwards...I didn't want her to stop...but she did, so she ducked...," I pondered over this for a good few seconds before coming to the conclusion, "Shit, I need a smoke."