I own nothing. (She's telling the truth!) Tucker! I don't care if you mess with Danny, but stay out of my notes! (Awe man!) On with the story. P.S. whoever keeps reviewing as a guest and being rude please stop. There is actually a person on this end of the computer. Thank you.
I dragged Tucker into the boy's bathroom. Man it stunk in there. Right in his hand was the note. I had one chance to get it back.
"Did you read it?"
"Read what?" He was playing dumb. Fantastic.
"The note. Did you read it?"
"What note?"
"Tucker, I'm serious. If Sam sees it, our friendship will be ruined. I need the note back. Now!" (I honestly thought he was going to go ghost and attack me.) Stop interrupting. Tucker handed me a piece of paper. I ran to the nearest trashcan and threw it in. (He didn't even hear me chuckle as I held the note in my hand. I had given him a blank piece of paper.) This was going to be bad. (Good.) Tucker! Not the point.
I went home that night with my confidence boosted. The paper was destroyed. (Or so you thought. When is it my turn?" Now. I went to bed. Tucker knows what happened that night.
Danny is my best friend. He needed a push/shove in the right direction. I set up a fake email account. I took a picture of the note and sent it to the email. I saved it to my computer and sent it via the fake email account to Danny. With very specific instructions. Just a simple message saying that I found the note in the trash. He would be getting an insane dear everyday for a week. If he didn't do the dare, then the same picture of the note would be sent to Sam. I also sent the first dare. He had to dye his hair blond. (Yes, it is spelled like that. For men it doesn't have an e. I watch way too many documentaries. Yes, I watch one about hair.) I smiled as I turned off the computer. Tomorrow was going to be interesting.