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From the other direction, Holly Hobbie came over the hill and skidded to a stop beside Tara. “Shit.”
I saw Victoria smile slyly at Grace and then look back to the party crashers. “Why don’t you girls join us? We’re playing truth or dare.”
“Uh, because there’s better things to do.” Holly Hobbie motioned her head to the side. “Let’s go over…”
“Wait.” I heard my voice call out. “Why not join us?”
“Because I’m not a toy for your girlfriend to play with, rich boy.” She turned her head away from me and anger filled me.
“She’s not my girlfriend, Holly Hobbie, and I think you’re chicken.” I hopped off the tire swing and watched her eyes narrow.
“Who’s Holly Hobbie?” Victoria sneered and walked over to me. “And why do you want her and sped to join us?”
“She’s an old character.” She pushed her bike over to a small tree and propped it up. “You cool with this, Tara?”
“Eh, got nothing else to do.” She did the same with her bike, and then the girls walked over and sat in the tire swing.
Grace sat on the ground with her legs stretched out in front of her, and leaned back on her arms. “So whose turn is it?”
“Dexter. You’re up.” I leaned against the tree and watched the breeze blow the small hairs that fell out of her bun.
He slapped his hands together and warmed them up. “Lori. Truth or dare?”
“Dare.” She batted her eyes.
“I dare you to lick a tree.”
“Seriously, Dex?” Her face scrunched up in disgust.
“I didn’t say the base where an animal might have pissed.” He made a silly face at her.
Her head whipped around, looking at all the trees. “Ugh. Fine.”
We watched as Lori stomped over to a small tree with fairly smooth bark and she stuck her tongue out, running it up a small length. “There.”
“That looked hot.” Dexter waggled his eyebrows at her and she flipped him off.
Her eyes took everyone in, and she stopped when she got to the tire swing. “Tara.”
“Truth.”
“Have you ever shoplifted?” Lori dropped down beside Grace.
“Nope.” Tara lifted her shoulders in a shrug. “Wally, truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
One eyebrow raised as her lips twisted. “I dare you to ditch your shirt and do a Tarzan call before swinging out over the lake.”
Wally choked on his laughter. “Done.”
He pulled his shirt off, beat his chest and wailed before grabbing the rope and performing the swing Dexter failed at.
The girls in the tire swing laughed and Wally landed back on solid ground, taking a bow.
“Ethan.” He nodded at our friend.
“Truth.”
