Page 106 of Pucking Bad Boys

“Fuck you, Vaughn.” Gen flips him off. “But come on, Becks. Stay.”

“Stay. Stay. Stay.” Jayden begins chanting, and when everyone follows him, I can’t leave without looking like a party pooper.

Vaughn rubs his hands together. “So, what shall we play? Beer pong?”

“Boring,” Gen rolls her eyes. “Since most of the Cove Knights and a few of my Zeta sisters are here, I have just the game. It’s called I dare you.”

My brother rolls his eyes. “If beer pong is boring, I think truth or dare is even worse. We’ve played it at least a million times.”

“Do they check your hearing during your medical?” Gen snaps at him. “I said it’s called I dare you, not truth or dare.”

“Isn’t it the same thing?” Mack insists.

It isn’t. It’s a game we used to play all the time in Bridgeport.

“There is no truth in this game,” Nigel offers before I can. “Only dares.”

“Care to explain the rules?” Heston sounds intrigued.

“We need pen and paper and three bowls or hats.” My old teammate offers. “We write the name of each player twice to beplaced once in two of the bowls. The middle bowls will contain actions, our dares.”

It’s quite self-explanatory from that point. The first name drawn is the person who is dared. An action is then drawn from the middle bowl.

“And the next name is the person on the receiving end of that action,” Nigel continues.

“Sounds fun. What happens if someone refuses or fails a dare?” Is Jayden’s question.

Gen’s hands go to her hips. “If people refuse a dare, there’s no point playing. If we play, we all have to accept the dares. Whether we’re on the giving or on the receiving end.”

“Fair,” Vaughn agrees. “And if someone fails?”

“The punishment could be anything we agree on. From prank calling Coach Harrison to shaving your head.”

That last suggestion has all the women in the room horrified.

“Fine, fine. No one is shaving their head.” Mack says. “And I personally veto anything involving Coach. You’re new, Worthing, so you might think that Coach’s scary look is just an act. Let me guarantee you that it isn’t.”

All the team veterans agree.

“Yeah, everyone is scared of Coach Harrison. Even the dean.”

After a few minutes of discussion, it’s agreed that anyone who fails a dare will have to streak their way from the basement into the hot tub out back passing through the living room and the kitchen and getting into the hot tub no matter how many people are inside.

Gen starts passing pieces of paper to everyone to write their name twice and an action of their choice.

“Wait a second.” I object. “Whenever I’ve played, we always agreed on some boundaries.”

Nigel sneers at me. “What are you afraid of, Shayba?”

Like I said, he’s a douche.

“This isn’t about being afraid.” I bite out. “But I’m sure we all agree that the dares can’t be something illegal. Like killing the other person. Or something too indecent, like fucking someone in front of everyone.”

Some of the guys chuckle at that suggestion.

“I mean, if any of the girls want a ride on the D-train…” Davis wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

I don’t think Davis is a bad guy, but he’s one of the most immature twenty-year-olds I’ve ever met.