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Twenty - Eight 💕

honestly, I'm going to miss all of this

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FRENCH TRANSLATIONS:

écoutes-tu - are you listening

désolé - sorry

M. OR Monsieur - Mr.

vous êtes si ennuyeux - you're so annoying

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I wake up the next day to the sight of a faint collision between a ball of fire splash and the sky in one swift motion. The fire ebbed itself away into the wispy clouds. The sky lightened turning into a lighter shade of orange, appearing as if a deep vignette layer was lifted off it.

One the way to school, I had grabbed a cone of indulgent ice cream and quickly licked the unbalanced portion of the ice cream to even it out as it had begun to slump on one side. I was too worried to lose an entire wholesome scoop of glorious ice cream to the sidewalk.

Although I was pretty stuffed from the café I had gone to with Jake earlier today, I still couldn't resist another scoop. Hell-I couldn't resist a scoop no matter how stuffed or how bloated I felt.

All eyes were on me as I stepped into the crowded hallway. I felt like a celebrity having people form a road for me to pass as I walked. One boy grimaced at me then whispered something sketchy to his friend before they both snickered and walked away.

People were eyeing my every move as if waiting for me to make a mistake, I groaned as a regular cycle began to form. As it was nearly the end of the dare, more and more students would be watching me as a form of entertainment to see how Jake would break my heart.

It had only taken me two seconds after walking into the main corridor to realize this: I wasn't going to be left alone.

Narven High was not normal.

When someone was being followed, they made sure to follow the said person in clusters enough to make them uncomfortable.

My first class, Science, had started off great, most students who didn't care about me and my new 'celebrity' status filled up the room by means of silently groaning as they entered. However, this didn't last, as the classes progressed, the crazier the students got, and just to help me, I could find myself to paying attention to anything at all, sometimes my eyes would enjoy watching a pencil rolling in someone's palm, or maybe I would play with the hem of my skirt under the table.

Two days, the feeling had my skin electrified sending the fizzy feeling up my body. I shivered in response, my brain was occupied enough as it was.

I sighed, once again trying with all my might to learn something from the projector presentation written in pure French. Yes, we had to learn three languages: English, Spanish, and French. French had always intrigued me, however, today was something else. The powerpoint only made the throbbing pain in my head worse, the words were unfamiliar and giving its' state, my brain couldn't comprehend anything.

Were there side effects of the game?

"Callie, écoutes-tu? " M. Pelletier asks, pausing from his explanation on conjugations.

"Désolé, Monsieur Pelletier!" I apologize, sighing incoherently as I flip open my empty spiral notebook and begin taking notes.

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Jake had never once mentioned that the dare would end in two days. In fact, he had done a good job playing innocent whenever the topic we had decided to talk about while walking home even hinted at it.

"Vous êtes si ennuyeux, Callie." He laughs remembering the moment where I had spaced out and the teacher had caught me.

"Shut UP." I winced.

"You were Pelletier's best student." His arm snakes around my shoulder and pulls me softly closer towards him. "Were."

"I hate you."

"Love you too."

"Um, Jake," I stare at the unfamiliar surrounding in front of me. "Where are we?"

But it's too late, he's already taken off to find the greenest patch of grass for him to lay on top of it. He does eventually find it, and when he finishes picking the perfect way to feel the comfort, motions me to come over. I roll my eyes but comply.

There's nothing much to describe, it's a square patch of grass with two sides shielded by walls, the third next to a very lively road, which was my route home, and the fourth leading to a pristine building.

I'm hovering above him now, and he decides to calmly grab my wrist and swiftly pull me down so that I've landed right on top of me. We both burst out laughing before I punch him. "Ouch!" He grimaces. "You're going to regret that."

"Oh?" I leap upwards, "How so?"

From his plain-colored backpack, he retrieves a small plastic water gun loaded up to the brim with water, he slowly positions it so that it's facing right at me then he turns to me, a wicked smile plastered. "Why the fuck do you carry a goddamn water gun in your bag for school."

"No clue?"

He places his loose finger on the trigger. "You don't dare." I mouth to him, and he returns the glare with a shrug.

"Oh, I do." I watch the scene in slow-mo as the water spurts out of the gun, soaking my clothes, but apparently, that isn't enough. Jake's smile widens as he picks up a bucket from god knows where and fills it up with a nearby tap. So it was intentional that he took me here.

I'm still lost in my own thoughts when a huge wave of water so coming from above me completely drenches me head first. I turn to find the one and only, Jake, running for dear life. WIth my hair dripping and my clothes that have seemingly stuck like glue to my body, I snag the bucket which happens to still be filled halfway and splash it at Jake.

I laugh, people are great at coming up with distractions when I need them the most.

I look at Jake, he's laughing his heart out while attempting to run for dear life, the rush of adrenaline flowing through his bones, and I realize that everything can disappear in just two days.

And to be honest, I was going to miss it when it's gone.