Carter & Sloan | Midday - Day One
Rumors about this rogue game of Truth or Dare had taken hold of the school and even Sloan as anti-social as she was had heard that if you got asked, you couldn't refuse. If you refused: you'd die. If you didn't do your truth or dare: you died. If you failed: you died. She was pretty sure that the death part was exaggerated, because honestly that shit was crazy, but it was Bexley and one of her other friends who had been hysterical after seeing someone not do their dare and they fell down dead. (Bexley had not been hysterical as she hadn't actually seen what this other friend had, but she still decided to go along with it.) Even this first person account still made Sloan think this might be a tiny bit exaggerated, but she did know how powerful magick was, especially haywire magick here at this school. So when she was in class, barely paying attention, doodling in the margin's of her notebook, thinking about how much she'd rather be anywhere but in this boring math class, and the guy in front of her turned around she was surprised.
"Truth or dare Sloan." The witch looked up at the guy she'd never spoken even two words to, to find he and most of the class were staring at her in silence waiting for her answer.
"Fuck off, that's not funny dude," she muttered as she tucked a strand of dark grey hair behind her ear and continued to look down at her paper and the swirls and stars she'd been doodling. Silence answered her and the young woman's stomach flipped with a sickening weird feeling.
"Sloooooaaaannnnn," came the taunting sound of her name. Chills ran down her spine and she glanced back up against her will, to find she was surrounded by people and that boy was perched on the back of his chair, a strange grin on his face. Swallowing hard she said nothing as he repeated his question. Silence stretched on and she wondered why the professor wasn't saying anything to make them stop, when she noticed her in the crowd of people around her seat.
Once more the taunting question came and she managed to choke out "Truth" but the boy shook his head. "Sorry darling, two before you used truth. You get dare." That sinking pit in her stomach multiplied and she was suddenly not at all sure that the rumors were exaggerated.
"Dare," she managed to whisper, mouth dry. Her mind was racing, afraid of all the possibilities this magick might make her do. The boy leaned forward and whispered her dare in her ear, letting it sink in as she closed her eyes. To anyone else the dare meant nothing, it was stupid, but to her, it was more then that. As she opened her eyes, she was sitting alone at her desk, the professor droning on and only Bexley was looking at her with concern, catching her eye. Sloan realized that the magick had made her see those things, the way it asked an illusion meant to scare her, threaten her into playing. But she couldn't shake the sinking feeling in her stomach.
The bell rang and she stood up, shoving her books into her bag as Bexley appeared next to her. "You were asked, weren't you?" she demanded. Sloan nodded as they left the classroom. "You have to do it," Bexley told her. Sloan nodded again.
"I will." At the look her best friend gave her, she squeezed her hand, "I promise. I'm going to do it right now." Bexley was asking her what it was, but Sloan slipped away from her in the crowded hallway, looking for that tall fairy boy with the voice of a goddamn angel.