A/N: So, I think I posted this late, again? Sorry, sorry. It's just, a user CluelessS told me that it would be interesting to have some truth questions. Now, I couldn't agree more. CluelessS, thank you for being a genius and sprinkling my story with embarrassing secrets soon to be revealed! I dedicate this chapter to you.

Bella POV

So far, the game was going great in my favor. Lauren was redder than... me. And that was not an easy feat to accomplish, I, being the most embarrassed girl in the world, would know.

Jessica spun the bottle once more. And, "coincidentally" it stopped right in front of her. A gigantic smile illuminated her face. Yes, she was finally getting to ask a question. And, by the flirty looks she kept throwing at Mike, I could guess who she was going to ask, too..

"Mike, truth or dare?" Jessica asked.

"Truth." Mike replied. This seemed to make Jessica very happy.

"Hmm... Okay. Who do you dream of? In that way? You know, fantasize about kissing, and stuff...." Jessica winked suggestively. But it was truth, and Mike couldn't tell a lie. Unfortunately, I could tell that they were about someone Edward definitely didn't want to be, judging by his icy glare. And it wasn't too hard to figure it out.

Mike shifted uncomfortably on the floor. Beads of sweat started slipping down his forehead as he glanced nervously to me, then to Jessica, and then to ... Lauren? Then back to me.

"Erm...." he started. Everyone's curious gazes seemed to make him very nervous. It seemed like I would be blushing again in the next ten minutes. I buried my face in Edwards' shoulder just in case

"Mrwla." Mike mumbled something incomprehensible in his scarf. His words were unintelligible.

"Excuse me?" Jessica asked.

"Bwala." He murmured again. Jessica sighed.

"Louder, Mike." She persisted.

"BELLA!" He shouted. Uh-Oh. Edward got to his feet, approaching Mike with caution.

"Oh, yes?" He asked in his beautiful, calm, cool voice. "And what exactly do you fantasize about?" Although, being a mind-reader vampire, he knew the answer to that very well. I started to wonder what he was up to.

"Nothing. I just think she's pretty." Mike whispered lamely. Tears started to stream down Jessica's face.

"Pretty?" She asked in disbelief, shooting me a look of hatred and jealousy. "Mike, I'm pretty. I'm your girlfriend!" She sobbed.

"I'm sorry, Jess." Mike apologized to her, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Sorry doesn't fix it." Jessica said. "Now I see you for your true colors. I pity your next girlfriend, Mike. You better start looking for one now, since we're over. That is, if you can find a girl willing to date you. Doubtful, but can't hurt to try, can it? And, Bella, I hope you don't trick any other girl into thinking that you're her best friend." She finished dramatically, then ran out the door.

"Jess, wait!" I called, running after her. I managed to grab hold of her arm.

"What, Bella?" She answered, frustration seething through her voice. "What now?"

"Listen, Jess. You were my first real friend here. And, I promise I don't like Mike that way. Even if I did, I would never do something about it. He's your boyfriend, Jess. I know friends don't do that to each other, and you're one of the few I have. Please, don't let this ruin our friendship. Remember not letting a boy come between us?" I pleaded. Jessica wiped the tears from her face.

"Fine." She said, giving me a hug. "Now let's walk back in there like queens, okay?" She turned back to her usual bubbly Jessica self.

When we got back to the gym, Edward was still towering over Mike, asking him about his fantasies.

"Oh, fine!" Mike yelled, getting to his feet while Edward raised his eyebrows. "I lied. Bella is not who I fantasize about. I just said that because, I couldn't tell the real one."

Edward urged him to go on.

Mike started: "I fantasize about... Emmett." He said.

The gym roared with laughter.

Emmett go to his feet, with a serious expression on his face, he walked towards Mike.

"C'mon, Mike. SHOW ME SOME LOVE!" He yelled.

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