Trying to Find a Way

Chapter seven

"Bye James! We'll see you tomorrow!" Troy and I scream at James.

He starts to laugh at wave bye to us. He is starting at our school tomorrow. He moved with his mom and she came back to work at her old job. We watch him drive away in his truck. He beeps us goodbye. We close the door and look at eachother. We are soaked from the rain.

"You are soaked." Troy said with a smile.

"You're no better." I say with a smile.

We go up to my room to change. Some how Troy managed to bring clothes from his house into my house and put it in one of my drawers. He gets new clothes and goes to the bathroom to change. I do the same but stay in my room. I strip out of my wet clothes and change into my sweatpants and one of Troy's sweatshirts.

I lay down on my bed and wait for him to come in. I get on my phone and go Instagram. I don't have that many followers but it doesn't matter.

"Is that my sweatshirt?" Troy asked me.

"Yes." I reply shyly.

"Cool." He said with a smile.

He walks over to me and lays down beside me.

"Let's post a selfie." Troy suggested.

I nod. I pull up my camera. Troy takes my phone and streches his arm out. We smile and take the picture. I then put it on Instagram. I look on my nonifications. Six people requested to follow me. I see some of the kids from my school and accepted their request.

I shut my phone off and turn my attention to Troy.

"What do you want to do?" He asked.

"Truth or dare?" I question.

"Sure." He replies.

We decide that he would ask me first.

"Truth or dare?" He asked me.

"Um truth." I simply answer.

"You're a chicken." He said witha smirk. "Did you ever like James?" Troy asked me.

"No. I only thought of him as a friend." I answer. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth." He said with a smirk.

"And you say I'm the chicken." I yell. "How many girlfriends have you had?" I ask him.

This question has been in the back of my head for a long time.

"You really want to know?" Troy asked.

"Yes."

"I had four." He said.

Well, I thought there would be more.

"Truth or dare?" He asked.

"Dare." I reply nervously.

I was never the person to be a dare-devil.

Troy thinks for awhile.

"I dare you to lick your foot!" He said.

Wow, some dare.

"Okay." I reply.

I look at my foot and take the sock off. I'm not really going to lick my foot. I reach for it and pretend to lick it. I'm guessing Troy fell for it because he makes a weird looking face.

"I can't believe you did that." Troy said.

I just laugh.

"Truth or dare?" I ask.

"Truth." He replied. He isn't going to to dare now is he.

"You really are a chicken!" I say. "Did you ever like Bea?" I ask.