The Dare

Chapter five: Tuesday

CeCe

Gunther gripped my hips harder as he thrust into me again. I leaned my head against my bed, and he brought a hand to play with my nipples. I could feel myself about to come. I was on the edge... I just needed the slightest bit of stimulation, and I would fall over. "CeCe," He moaned, slamming into me again. "CeCe,"

"CeCe. CeCe!" I woke with a gasp, and saw Gunther standing at the foot of my bed, like he had been yesterday, to bring me to school. "Oh. Hi." I murmured rubbing my eyes. I was frustrated, once again. My dream had ended before the climax. I couldn't even find relief in my dreams! Typical.

"You were sleep-moaning," He informed me, smirking.

I groaned, "Again?" He nodded. "Yeah. So what were you dreaming about?" I sighed. "You know what I was dreaming about." He shook his head. "I don't think I do,"

"I was dreaming about having sex with you. Okay? We were in the shower, and then things got heated, and then we started fucking, m'kay?"

He stared at me. "Wow. This dare really has you stressed, huh?" I shrugged. "It's kind of killing me. Not like you care. Well, it's over in a week anyway." He had a look on his face I couldn't comprehend after I said that."Yep. Now hurry up and get dressed, we're gonna be late. "Yes, mom," I muttered, walking away. This sleep-moaning thing was so embarrassing.

"Are you coming to Candy Cho's party tommorow?" Rocky asked as I pulled some books out of my locker. Ah, this was my favorite part about high school. Spoilt bitches who's parents let them throw parties for no fucking reason at all. "Yeah! It'll be da bomb diggity."

"Please. Never say that again," Deuce begged me, appearing out of literally nowhere. "I didn't ask your opinion. Why are you here, anyway? I'm tryna have a heart-to-heart with my girl." I told Deuce, throwing my arm around Rocky's shoulder. They both gave me looks that suggested I was insane, but it kind of felt like I was since I hadn't gotten any form of release in three days.

"Okay? Anyway, I'm here to give you this," Deuce said, handing me a sheet of paper. "What's this?" I asked. Rocky looked at me. "The new contract."

"Contract? For what?"

"The Dare."

I stared at Deuce. "Why do we need a new contract?"

"Because the duration of the dare's been extended." My jaw dropped to the floor. "Extended?" He nodded. "Didn't Gunther tell you?" Rocky asked. I shook my head, still in disbelief. "No! He didn't! When did this happen? Why is it extended? What in the blue fuck is going on?!"

"Calm dow-"

"Don't you fucking dare tell me to calm down, Deuce. You're the reason this dare exists in the first place. Now tell me why it's been extended,"

Deuce looked like he was trying to laugh, and I probably looked like I was trying not to kill him. "Yesterday, after we left Crusty's" Rocky began, "Deuce got mouthy and started saying that he was definitely gonna last longer in the dare. Gunther took it as a personal challenge and the tards extended it to a month. I stared at her. "A MONTH?" I screamed. Several people turned to look at me. Like I cared.

"Deuce, you should go," Rocky whispered, and Deuce nodded and walked away. I was frozen to where I stood. Now I knew why Gunther had this weird expression on his face after I told him that the dare would be done in a week.

Because it wouldn't. "Do you know what hurts the most?" I whispered, turning to look at Rocky. "What?" She asked, smiling sympathetically. I sighed. "It's not the fact that, sometime during the month, I'll probably die of sexual frustration, but the fact that Gunther wants to spend a whole month... without me." My voice broke at the end, and I started crying. Rocky wrapped her arms around me. "Aw, sweetie, don't cry. It's not that Gunther doesn't want to be with you... Deuce provoked him." I shook my head. "Don't defend him,"

Then, I freed myself from her embrace and went to go look for him.

I found him in the boy's locker room, and heard outraged shouts because a girl was in the room. I ignored them all. "Gunther," I called. "I need to talk to you." My voice sounded flat, monotone. "Gunther's in trouble," Came one of the guy's, and everyone else laughed. Retards.

Gunther nodded, and came out of the locker room. "Hi," He muttered. I folded my arms, cocking the bitch-brow. "So. Am I in trouble?" I sighed. "Why..." I began, my left hand clenching when I realized I was still holding the damn contract. "Do you not realize how... hard it's been for me? With this motherfucking dare? Gunther, I know it's only lasted for five days, but the only thing that's gotten me through these five days is the fact that I knew it would be all over in a week. And now I'm supposed to deal with the fact that you've enjoyed your week away from me so much that you've decided to prolong it?-"

"No! I didn't decide to prolong it. Didn't Deuce explain it to you when he gave you the contract?" -He eyed the sheet of paper in my hand-"I don't know why I did it. We were arguing, we got cocky..."

"Oh, God," I groaned, sitting down on the ground, hanging my head in my hands. The bell rang then, and people started pushing past us on their way to class. "You believe me. Right?" I sighed, but let a few seconds pass before I answered, deliberating. Gunther bit his lip. "You don't, do you?"

"You don't want me anymore," I whispered, a tear dribbling down my cheek. "How could you say that?" He said. I didn't look at him, or reply. I stood up. "Just admit it. Please. And then we can get this whole thing over with,"

He scoffed. "What thing? Our relationship?" I stared at him. That hadn't been what I meant... But what had I meant? I didn't know anymore. I was just so confused and upset... "You want to get our relationship over with." He said. It wasn't a question, it was a statement. I could feel my heart starting to race, my palms starting to sweat.

Did I want to break up with Gunther?

Hell no.

But he was the one suggesting it. Did that prove my theory? That he didn't want me anymore?

"So you're saying you wanna break up?" I whispered, the sentence causing more tears to slide down my cheeks. He reached out a hand towards me, seemingly instinctively, to comfort me, but then let it fall again when he remembered the circumstances that we were in. "Do you?" No. "I don't know..."

The fact that I hand't said no seemed to crush him, and I could feel my heart breaking inside my chest. "Fine." He sighed, nodding."I guess we're over then," I murmured. "I guess we are." He started to walk away from me, strolling backwards. "Bye," I whispered, knowing how lame I probably sounded. He didn't reply, turned around, and walked away.

Before I could let myself go completely insane with grief, I looked at the piece of paper that started this.

The contract.

I couldn't bring myself to be bothered to read the whole thing. I wouldn't have been able to if I wanted to anyway, with the way I was crying. My had shook as I read.

Contract

Abstaining from all sexual activity for a month.

Start Date: February 10th, Friday

End Date: 10th March, Friday

Participants: Rocky Blue, Deuce Martinez, CeCe Jones and Gunther Hessenheffer.

I stopped there. Stapled to the bottom of the paper was a small note with familiar handwriting.

CeCe, it said Sorry about this. Really. I didn't mean to extend the dare for so long, it just kind of happened. I'll make it up to you, I promise. I love you.

I ripped the paper up into small pieces and let them fall to the ground around me. Oh, God, what have I done? I just let the best thing that's ever happened to me get away.

Class had started nearly 15 minutes ago. I didn't give two shits.

Just then, I heard Rocky's voice behind me. "Don't cry," She said. I just stood there, looking at her until she came over to me and wrapped her arms around me. "Did you hear all of that?" I asked. She nodded. "Yeah,"

"And are you going to do all the cliche best-friend things and tell me that I could do better? And then are we gonna go home and eat ice-cream and listen to Adele songs?" Rocky giggled; I smiled a little too, despite myself. "Why aren't you in class?" I asked her. She shrugged. "I saw you and Gunther fighting. I just thought you'd need someone to give you a hug after it was over,"

I nodded. "Thanks."

"That's what I'm here for. And, to answer your question, no, we are not going to eat ice-cream and feel sorry for you. We're going to go shopping and get ourselves some sexy-as-fuck dresses, and then we're going to go to Candy Cho's party tommorow with our heads held high, and we are going to have fun." She said all this without taking a breath, and I dried my eyes and smiled too.

But, even as we walked over to hide in the girls' bathrooms until the next class started so no-one would see that we weren't in class, the words in Gunther's note were still on my mind; I'll make it up to you, I promise. I love you.

I know, I know, you hate me, you want me dead, but not until I can finish the story, yes, yes, bladi blah.

Buuuut everything will work out in the end. I promise.

So, next chapter's Candy Cho's party. This gon' be good.

Chapter Preview:

"CeCe, you are drunk off your ass," Gunther said. I shook my head, swaying to the beat. "Nu-uh!" I wailed, stamping my foot. Hard to do when you're in heels, but I managed. I'm drunk on my feet, Gunther! I haven't fallen down once," I announced, nodding. He and Deuce exchanged a look, "Get her home," Deuce told Gunther, having to yell with all the noise at the goddamned club that Candy chose to have her party at. "Come on, CeCe, let's go." Gunther said, taking my hand. I giggled and nodded. "'Kay-'kay!"

So, I decided to make CeCe a happy-bubbly type of drunk. That should be fun to write.

Who should the next chapter's POV be in? Gunther or CeCe? Or maybe a split one between the two?

I'm also working on making one in Rocky or Deuce's POV. Ya know, to give the Reuce-lovers some joy.