I Bet You I'll Regret This Someday.
Chapter 1 : I Bet You I'll Regret This Someday.
NEWNEWNEW. yeah, new story. Don't worry, i'll still be continuing INBRAA. I will update both stories as frequently as i can. i'm kinda busy latley, even if its summer. causei somewhat have a life. somewhat. i think i should sell it on Ebay. any takers? ;] m'kay enough of being silly, enjoy.
"I can't believe your making me do this. So much for family!" I yell as my sister, Alice climbed into the passenger seat of my boyfriend's black pick-up truck.
"JACKASS!" I yelled after her, earning a slam from her door.
FREEZE.
Well, Alice really isn't my sister, more like sister-from-another-mister-sister. She lived with me since we were 15 because her mom moved the family to Tennessee and she didn't want to. We've been friends since we were three or four. Now we're twenty and still as close as can be. Alice originally had dark brown hair, but she likes to dye her hair so very much so now its bone-straight blonde with green, blue and pink streaks underneath the top layer. Her hair is all the way down to her ass. She's always had it really long, she's too attached to it to every have it shorter than her boobs or lack there of. She's toothpick skinny and as tall as me- 5'5". She even has the same brown eyes as me, but mine are a bit darker. She has a tattoo of a butterfly on her lower back and her right ear pierced all the way down, much like my own. Her left has three piercings on the bottom. She also has her nose pierced, but it’s just a little sparkly dot. She doesn't want to 'screw up' her face.
"LOVE YOU!" she screamed back at me from the window. Dante walked up behind me and snaked his arms around my waist. I tensed up immediately. He kissed my cheek; thankfully, he didn't notice my tense stature.
"Sorry, baby. Rules are rules. Make sure you hold on tight, though. Okay? I don't want anything to happen to you." Sure you don’t scumbag. I thought angrily. He let go and climbed into the truck with Alice.
FREEZE.
Hmm. What can I say about Dante? Well, we've been together for about six months. I was pregnant three times in those six months. I had a miscarriage all three times. Dante really loves me, and was 'sad' when I had the miscarriages. He wants to spend the rest of his life with me, he says. Too bad I don't want to do the same. He thinks I do, but that's because I tell him so. He's a really nice guy and all, but has a bad temper and gets jealous easily, so I try not to make him mad. Dante’s twenty four; four years older than Alice and I. And much taller; 6'1" to be exact. He's skinny, too, with a muscular build. He has short, light brown hair and is a BMX biker. He's not a pro, yet, but very well could be. He's actually really hot, but his eyes scare me sometimes. They're a cold blue. They always look emotionless.
Anyways, enough of Dante; back to what I was saying.
After they were settled, they started up the car. I tightened the rope around my waist and pounded on the bed of the truck, notifying them I was ready to go. I steadied myself on my skateboard as the truck eased out of the driveway, careful not to knock me off my own 'vehicle'. The bed of the truck was open and I clung onto it for dear life, though I didn't need to because my rope was also attached to the black truck.
FREEZE.
You probably want to know what's going on here, eh? Well, my friends came up with a little bet, you see. Jessica came up with it, really. She said we should do a scavenger hunt. One where you earn points whenever you did something on the list. Whoever got the most points, won, but they have to videotape every 'act' you do, so everyone knows your not cheating. The prize: $20,000. Yeah. We all agreed to do it. So, we split up into teams. Alice, Dante and I; team Uno. Jessica, Matt and Vanessa; team Dos. Alexia, Jon and Ant; team Tres. Dan, Kennedy and Marc; team Quatro. The catch was that the other teams had to make a scavenger hunt for each other. Team Dos got to make our scavenger hunt and we got to make theirs, therefore Team Tres and Quatro made each others. We all wanted the money so we made it extra hard. Right now, one of us has to skateboard all the way to West Chester, P.A. No cars, trucks, planes, train, etc. Just a skateboard. You can't even walk some of the way. Bogus shit, really. Dante has no co-ordinance besides riding a bike and Alice. AHAHAHA. RIGHT. Like SHE can skateboard. So, I'm stuck doing this. I love skateboarding and all, and I'm good too, but I don't want to do this. Four hours, more than 200 miles on a skateboard. I think I'm going to kill team Dos.
"MY FEET HURT." I complain loudly into my phone, talking to Alice. She would stick her head out the window, but we're on the highway so that'd be dangerous. Then again, so is skateboarding while being tied to a truck. We've gotten pulled over four times in two hours. We explained to the cops what we were doing and why, they gave us warnings to be careful and to not lose all that money.
"Sorry, Hun. I have to pee so be ready to turn into a rest stop, 'kay?" Thank Jesus, I thought my bladder was going to explode by now.
"Fine, motherfu-” CLICK. She hung up on me. Bitch. She was videotaping me from inside the truck; the little red light glowed from the back window. That tape will definatly be interesting...
"I think my feet are bleeding or tearing off from my body." I stated, rubbing my sock covered foot inside McDonald’s. Alice's lips turned into a smile behind the camera.
"It's your fault you know how to skate." she said, still recording me.
"And it's your fault your ugly, go away." I lifted my legs, sitting pretzel-style. Dante was in the bathroom. Still.
"We only have like two more hours left, calm down."
"That's easy for you to say, you’re not the one being dragged along on a skateboard with wind giving you whip-lash.
"Aww. I'm sorry. My poor baby..." She pouted to me. I pinched her nose and she backed away, rubbing her nose piercing.
"Good riddance.” I mumbled.
"What if I did that to YOUR lip, hmm?" Alice asked, her eyes watering up from her nose. I had snakebites, you see, and their sensitive.
"It would hurt." I stated simply.
"UGH. You’re a stupidface sometimes!" she sighed in defeat.
"At least I'm not the one who says 'stupidface'..."
"I should cut yo-"
"What are you guys talking about?" Dante intervened. Shivers got sent up both our spines. I saw the goose bumps on Alice's arms. It's gotta be torture in the truck with him.
"Nothing, can we go?" I ask quickly. I want to spend as little amount of time with him as possible.
"Yupp." Dante said, pulling the keys out of his pocket. I put my boy DC shoes back on. What? Guy's shit is more comfortable, you've got to admit.
"Are you sure that's safe, Scarlet?" Alice asked me, her worried voice cracking over my beat-up cell phone. I always drop it, fall on top of it, or throw it at something. I'm surprised it still works.
"Nope, not at all."
"Oh god..." She murmured, still video taping me sitting cross-legged on my skateboard as Dante drove 70mph on the highway. I got tired of standing and my legs cramped. I didn’t fall off, yet, so that's pretty good. Trucks and cars were beeping at us and children in mini vans were waving. I waved back; if I could see them, that it. My long straight brown hair was being whipped in front of my face the whole ride. About an hour or so later, my phone started to vibrate in my pocket once more. It was a text. From Matt:
You’re Gay.
Stfu, your losing.-
Holy shit. You’re actually doing that? We didn't think you would. Be careful. I rather not have a splattered friend. Aww. He does care. I dialed Alice's number.
"How are you holding up?" She asked. I waved to her from the ground. She waved out the window.
"A-okay, Chicky. How long?"
"About 30 min or shorter, depending on how fast Dante's going to drive." I stood up, shakily and held onto the back of the truck once more.
"Tell him to speed up."
"Are you stu-"
"JUST DO IT, MY DOG'S ARE KILLING ME."
"All right, all right. Speed up, Dante." He looked in the rearview mirror and I gave him a thumbs-up. He nodded and we jerked forward, probably doing 80-90 mph.
"How many points is it for doing this, again?"
"400?!" She yelled, as shocked as I. She probably just read the list. Everything on that list we had to do in West Chester, so that's why we took this 'act'.
"Thank god. They didn't think we'd do it so that's why they put so many points." I answered, hair flying into my mouth.
"PFFTPFTTT!" I tried spitting it out.
"Huh?"
"I jus gout har in muy mowf."
"AHAHAHA." I guarantee you she got that on tape...
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