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His face dropped.

"When were you doing it?" he asked, barely over a whisper.

"When I was fifteen, which was three years ago."

Iggy thought for a second, "He was with my aunt in law at the time. They just had a divorce because he caught her cheating on him."

I was about to say something apologetic when he interrupted again "That was only the year after they got fucking married!" he practically shouted.

"Sorry Ig. I shouldn't have said anything." I apologized rubbing a soothing hand on his arm.

"It's fine. I won't say anything, we'll pretend like nothing happened."

"Thanks."

"Again, sorry about Fang. He's got a really short temper."

"Don't bring him up. Please? I know he's your brother but he's a douche."

"He has his days."

I laughed and we walked back to the sitting room together. Ella was sitting on the couch watching the adults on Sing Star. Nick was nowhere to be seen thankfully.

"Fang went up to the room. He was complaining of a headache," Ella declared standing up and pulling both me and Iggy into the kitchen.

"We're still in the middle of truth or dare." She stated pulling herself onto the counter. Iggy leaned against the counter beside her and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"I dare Max... To... Um... Apologize to Fang."

I balled up my fists and glared at Ella. "Do I have to?" I whimpered.

"Yes." She nodded eagerly. "Also, give him a hickey. Just to make up for your hickey."

Iggy snickered, "Sucks to be you I guess." He shrugged.

"I hate both of you."

I stomped out of the room and stormed up the stairs. When I was stood on the landing, I looked out the window to see something that looked like an actual snowstorm. I heard loud music coming from one of the rooms and I automatically knew that that was where Nick was. I raised my hand to knock but decided against it and just opened the door, to find him looking out the window, bobbing his head in time with the music. I was about to say something when I heard a loud crack and I looked down. And saw blood.

I immediately started panicking and checked myself for any injury. It was only then that I realized that the crack had come from the music and the blood was kind of dried into the carpet. Oh, maybe it was a design in their room.

"Nick. You left in the middle of Truth or Dare." I shouted over the song. His head lifted an inch as he looked at me.

"And?" he shrugged.

"Iggy and Ella want you to come down and finish it." I gulped, determined to finish this dare. "And on another note, I'm sorry."

"For?"

"It was part of the dare."

"Part?"

"The other part was that I..." I trailed off.

"You?"

"Okay! One thing, use more than one word in your answers. And the other part was that I have to give you hickey." I muttered the last part.

Nick threw something on the bed before turning the scream- music off.

"So? Are you going to do it?"

"Guess I have to." I shrugged hopelessly.

"You could just stay up here for a while. Then tell them that you did do it."

"But I didn't?"

"So?"

"Thanks."

Nick shrugged before returning to his position at the window.

I took his distraction to my advantage and silently checked the room out. The walls were a deep blue, but they looked darker because the only source of light was the tiny lamp on one of the lockers. Beside that locker there was a double bed with black sheets on it. On top of the sheets there were loads of pillows just resting there. The same went for the other bed except there were no pillows on it.

"I threw my pillows at Iggy this morning because he wouldn't wake up." Nick answered an un-asked question. I shuffled awkwardly before stepping forward a bit. I stopped when I saw something shine on Nick's bed. I walked over to it and picked it up. Nick stood up straight as if he was going to snatch it out of my hands. I fiddled with it and pressed a button and out popped a little blade. Blade that had almost dry blood on it.

"Nick?"

No reply.

"Nick? Is this yours?"

No reply.

"Nick Dente! Is this your penknife?" I shouted.

He mumbled something incoherent.

"What was that?"

"I said! It..." he trailed off again.

"What?"

"It is okay!" he shouted.

"You? You cut yourself?"

"So?" he mumbled. And all of a sudden, the dried blood on the carpet over at the door made sense.

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