Logan

"Dear cousin, what deep, dark secret should I ask?" Heather mused, tapping her chin. "Or what daring adventure?"

"Wait, should we record these?" Logan asked, recalling his suggestion from earlier.

"Not Truths!" Ashley protested.

"That's taking out all the fun," Bianca replied, wondering what Ashley didn't want widely known.

"I agree with Ashley," Kevin chimed in his support.

"Yeah, people are more likely to lie if they're being recorded," his cousin speculated.

"Lilah's right," Madison nodded, motioning to her brother to back her up.

"Uh, how about we only record the Dares?" Brandon proposed.

"That sounds fair. The Dares are the best parts anyway. They also work better for sending stuff to our missing friends," Logan said, studying the group for any dissenters. No one seemed to have a major issue with the compromise. "That's settled then. Now, how will we do it?"

"Who cares? Let's get to the fun," Heather impatiently replied.

"No, this party is historic. We need to have this done well," Charlie argued.

"Madison's in drama. I'm sure she could film it in a way better than someone like Trent," Kessler suggested.

"Bro, what's wrong with my videos?" Trent asked indignantly.

"They're horrible. Shaky, zooming in and out, cutting off people's heads, and wandering away to check out a hot girl," Brandon listed.

"You make the last part sound like a bad thing," Trent countered.

"No, yours are plain awful," Kessler told his teammate. Winkie nodded as did a giggling Ashley.

"Fine. Let Maddie do it," Trent grumpily folded his arms.

"Hey, I never offered to do it," protested Madison.

"I'll do it!" Matt eagerly volunteered.

"No!" screamed at least a half dozen girls.

"We should have two people. A girl and a guy in case things get naked," Carl cut off his friend's complaining about getting rejected. "That way, no one feels uncomfortable."

"I'll be the guy, if no one cares," Charlie offered.

"Me! Let me! I'm an artist!" Poet nearly jumped from the floor as she stretched her arm out.

"Sounds good to me," Heather announced, despite people not sure if they wanted the jokester and eccentric taking the videos. "Now, it's back to Logan. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"I thought you would want a Dare."

"I prefer to get warmed up. So, ask away," Logan winked at his cousin.

"Scared?"

"You know I'm not."

"Hmmn," Heather tapped her chin, but in a way that made it evident that she already had a question ready. "Have you ever taken someone's virginity?"

Logan kept eye contact with his cousin. He knew she asked the question to see if he glanced around at any of the people in the room, and he wouldn't give her that satisfaction. I bet she's waiting to see if I glance at Sharon or a Honeybear.

"Yes."

"And?"

"And what? I answered your question," Logan pointed out.

"No, you need to say who," Heather told him.

"Oh, Heather. You need to word your question better. I'm not giving you two questions," Logan smugly informed his cousin.

"He's right. You need to word that into your original question," Hannah agreed. "Them the rules."

"Fine!" Heather stomped back to her original seat, while Logan crawled over to the wine bottle. "I'm going to get you good for that!"

"Not if I get you first," Logan warned with a wink.

The bottle spun round and round. When it came to a stop, it pointed at Tiara.

"Truth!" the twenty-year-old receptionist shouted.

"Okay," Logan laughed at her excitement. It was good to see such enthusiasm early. "Have you ever been caught having sex?"

"Oh god, have I ever!" Tiara giggled, earning a sharp look from her brother. "I was once at a party with Mason Nevin on top of me in a spare bedroom."

"Definitely one of the better parties I threw," Hannah recalled. "Taylor demanded that all doors in my house stay open to keep the party tame. Boy, oh, boy, did that backfire!"

"What party was this?" Ashley questioned

"Back a few years ago. You went with Mom and Dad to visit the Locketts in Mountain Falls," Hannah explained.

"Then, another time in high school, my mom came home early. I was in the kitchen with—you never asked for names, so I'm not saying who, but whip cream and chocolate sauce were involved."

"Holy slut!" Matt exclaimed.

"What did you fucking say?" Trent demanded, menacingly.

"Boys, knock it off," Heather snapped. "Very nice, Tiara. And if anyone was wondering: Yes, we have both of those in the fridge here."

Tiara spun the bottle, and it stopped pointing at Teresa.

"Dare."

"Really?" Tiara questioned.

"Yes."

"Okay...I dare you to send a sexy, suggestive message to a person not here."

"Ooh, good one, Ti," Rebecca complimented.

"Not here? I think I have just the person," Teresa stated.

"Wait! How should I film this?" Charlie remembered his role.

"With something like this, we can just record afterward what the person sent," Logan said.

"And done!" Teresa announced, surprising most of them.

"Read it!" Yelena ordered.

"Alright," Teresa responded, showing her phone to Charlie. "Saturday night. My pool house. I'm going to break your dick. My mouth, pussy, and ass. Everything is game. Maybe even my sister's."

"What?!" Bianca screeched, leaning over to read the phone. Seeing the name, she changed her mind. "Oh. I'm down with that."

"Who?" Heather impatiently wanted to know.

Teresa merely shrugged in reply. That led Hannah to get suspicious.

"Charlie, who?" Heather demanded to know.

"Uh, Cormac Trimble."

"Our cousin?!" Ashley shrieked.

"So, it's going to be like, huh?" Hannah questioned.

"It is," Teresa replied.

"Then bring it on," Hannah challenged. Ashley glowered and nodded.

Several people in the room imagined the sounds of cat claws extending.

The bottle spun round and round, coming to a stop on Hannah.

"Fucking shit!" the busty blonde bitched.

"What's wrong, Woodsen?" Teresa smirked, loving the timing of the bottle's choice.

"Truth," Hannah declared, through gritted teeth,

"Truth? Is someone scared?" Teresa continued.

"Ask your damn question."

"Oh, let's see. Which rumor should I confirm? There are so many," Teresa teased. "I know. Do you know the last name of every guy you've fucked, and if not, then why?"

"How did—it doesn't matter. The answer is no."

"And when?"

"Freshmen year at college. At a party, myself and a couple of girls put on a striptease in the basement. Things got carried away, and I had sex with a friend and her boyfriend. Another guy joined, and I never learned his last name," Hannah explained with minimal detail. No way would Teresa **** her to reveal the more salacious details.

"Hannah!" Ashley gasped, staring at her sister in shock.

"I heard you didn't even know his first name. Only a nickname," Teresa recalled.

Brandon and Kevin's jaws dropped, while Logan's eyebrows raised at the story. Trent and Kessler tried to discreetly cover up growing erections. And Matt's tongue actually wagged.

"Things like that happen in college," Hannah said, shrugging her shoulders. "I, for one, know that Teresa has done worse."

"You know nothing."

"I guess we'll find out. When it's your time for Truth."

Matt nodded vigorously.

Hannah gave the wine bottle a twirl.

"Well, well, well. This should be satisfying."