It Started With A Concussion ✔️

Chapter 16

"Well you're right, about the seven minutes in hell part." I repeat his words.

"Seriously Finn?" I hear Jackson drunkenly complain. "I would rather die than spend seven minutes with her."

"Oh whatever," I push his shoulder. "Don't be such a baby." I mock him.

I couldn't believe how abnormally calm I was about this. I mean, sober me would not approve of this right now.

But I guess I'm not exactly sober, am I.

"Here, I'll even up the dare." Kayla spoke from the other side of the couch. "Double or nothing."

This piqued my interest. "So you're saying fourteen minutes then?" I ask to clarify.

"Exactly." she smiled as El pulled her closer. "I'll even give you ten dollars if you do it." She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a crisp ten dollar bill.

"Deal." I quickly accepted and stood up. Walking over to her I take the bill out of her hands. "Thank you for paying for my suffering."

"Gladly." she laughed.

I walked back to Jackson who groaned when I came into view. "Let's go Riley." I sang sarcastically.

Why did I sound so eager about this?

He downed the last of his drink and got up from the couch. Before we could leave, Kayla called us back.

"Hold on. Phones." she said, holding out her hands.

Shit.

"You're annoying." I rolled my eyes.

"I'm smart." She raised a brow and took my phone.

Jackson unwillingly gave up his phone before some guy led us to a room. He told us he'd bang on the door when time was up. That's all I really got before he shut the door.

Once locked in I realized this was quite a tiny room. Almost as small as a closet. There was barely enough space for the two of us.

I sat down, my back against the wall, and extended my legs out. Jackson sat by my feet and extended his legs onto me.

"Really?" I shoved his legs off my lap.

"Well you got me in here, so you have to deal with me." He picks his feet back up and puts them on my lap again.

I already regret doing this.

To make things worse. I wasn't in the mood to deal with him. Why I was sort of excited to do this dare I don't know but, I've regretted it the moment that door locked.

Shoving his legs off me once more, I return the favor by elevating my legs on his lap.

"Wake me up when he bangs on the door." I start getting comfortable.

I knew he was going to react, so when he kicked my legs off of him, I wasn't surprised. But when my knee whacked the door, I hid my small wince of pain.

Ow.

The closet was small, which meant it was hot. There was no light in here either, trust me I tried looking when we first opened the door. The music outside was loud, but it was muffled by the walls.

Though even with the noise behind the door, a certain snapping sound caught my attention. It was my hair tie.

Sitting up against the wall I saw Jackson occupying himself with my hair tie on his wrist.

"Give it back." I said as I stared at him.

The small laugh he let out made me realize what he was doing was intentional. "No."