The four students sat in different areas of the classroom. Mr. Raditch entered and cleared his throat.
"You are all here to reflect on what you have done. In about an hour-"
The door opened with a bang and Jay Hogart walked in.
"Mr. Hogart, you are late." Raditch said, pointing out the obvious.
"No-freaking-duh." Jay said as he took a seat in the back row between Emma and Marco.
"Mr. Hogart, that will be another Saturday detention for you." Raditch glared at Jay.
"I've only been here for the past eight Saturdays. What's one more gonna do?" Jay snickered.
"Oh, today's gonna be fun." Emma said under her breath, rolling her eyes. Jay shot her a glance.
"Mr. Hogart, that is enough." Raditch yelled. Jay just smiled and leaned back in his chair.
"As I was saying," Mr. Raditch continued, "In an hour I will bring each of you a piece of paper and a pen so you can write down how you feel about what you have done. No talking. If I hear one peep you're all in trouble. I'm right down the hall, around the corner, down the hall, and up the stairs. It's not very far and I can hear every sound you make." Then he left the room and Manny started laughing.
"What's so funny?" Ellie asked.
Manny mimicked Raditch, "I'm just on the other side of the world. It's not very far away and I can hear every sound you make."
Now Marco was laughing and Ellie couldn't hold back a smile.
Manny looked to Emma and suddenly stopped laughing. She sat back down and faced forwards.
Ellie and Marco looked from Manny and Emma a few times before Jay spoke up, "So this is boring."
"Ya think?" Ellie grumbled.
"I say we play a game." Marco suggested.
"If it's anything like Candy Land I'm out." Jay muttered.
"I meant something like truth or dare." Marco said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Now that…is pretty cool, Homofreak," Jay said, "I'm in."
"Count me in." Ellie said with growing excitement.
"I'll play." Manny said, turning around.
"Greenpeace?" Jay asked, "You in?"
Emma lifted her head from where it was resting on her arms, "Huh? I was sleeping."
"Now, that's not like you, Greenpeace. Sleeping in class. Trouble at home?" Jay taunted.
"Shut up! You know nothing about me or my home life! Just-" Emma rose out of her seat and her anger rose with her, but Ellie interrupted.
"We're playing truth or dare. You in?" Ellie asked.
"Uh…yeah." Emma stammered, catching her breath and sitting back down.
" Okay, I say Homofreak goes first." Jay suggests.
"Okay," Marco says, "Manny, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"I believe you are currently dating Craig for the fourth time?"
Manny nodded.
"Have you cheated on him this time around?" Marco asked.
"Uh…uh…Th-that's a b-breach of p-privacy." She stammered.
"So is this game, Cheergirl. And you agreed to play. Answer the question." Jay sneered.
"Yes, okay? Yes, I cheated on him." Manny yelled.
Emma now seemed very awake, "I wanna add a new rule. Once a question is asked and answered, the person who was asked has to go into complete detail-if it's truth, of course. I'm not sure I wanna hear the details of a dare."
"I'm down with that rule." Jay said.
Everyone else agreed and then looked at Manny.
"Okay, it was with that freaky new kid, Peter. A fashion agent had just told me I was too fat and my boobs were too small for me to be an actress. I was upset so I went to this party which ended up being at his house. I got drunk and we made out. That's it. End of story.
" Okay, Manny. Your turn to ask." Ellie said.
"Okay…Jay, truth or dare?"
"Dare." Jay said in a voice that intimidated Manny.
"Okay, I dare you to kiss Emma." Manny said, grinning evilly.
"On the lips." Marco said.
"Like you mean it." Ellie added.
Jay looked over at Emma who rolled her eyes and moved to the desk next to him.
"Are you ready for this, Greenpeace?" he asked her.
"I don't think anybody is ready to be kissed by the Devil's advocate. But sure, whatever." Emma said and scooted her desk closer. She raised and eyebrow as if to say 'Go ahead.' Jay leaned in and kissed her with unexplainable passion. She felt it and he pulled away, realizing he had put real emotions into a fake kiss.