Markie [movie]

Tags in this chapter: valley-girl, mistery, bimbo, dumb, nails

In the evening, Olivia sat with her head in her hands while Tyson, Penelope, and Brad looked at her questioningly. Lucas was in the kitchen getting drinks.

"I swear, people were talking to me. They kept asking me truth or dare, and I just panicked," Olivia explained.

"So, you're saying a crowd cornered you and made you tell Lucas that Markie is a cheating whore?" Tyson remarked insensitively.

Penelope hit Tyson, scolding him, "Be kind!"

Lucas, who had just come in, placed a glass of water for everyone and then sat down on the couch next to Olivia.

"I know it sounds crazy, but it happened. Something's been going on since Mexico," Olivia insisted. "Earlier, when I was looking through my photos and videos from the trip with Lucas, I found something that might be a clue, but I want to wait for Markie to be here before sharing it."

Brad and Penelope exchanged worried looks as Penelope's phone vibrated. She declined the call.

"Keeping a secret like that is a huge burden, none of us would fault you for getting it off your chest," Brad said sympathetically.

"Sounds more like she wanted to shout it from the rooftops," Tyson joked.

Penelope picked up his lucky pen threateningly, "I will stab you with this."

Penelope's phone buzzed again, and she silenced it in annoyance.

Now, all their phones started vibrating one after the other, showing a video of Ronnie's fatal bar stunt on the screens. They watched in horror as Ronnie slipped and impaled himself on a pool cue after failing to complete a dare.

"It's the game," Olivia said, her worst fears confirmed. "Carter told me it's real, that we're all in it, and it will find us."

Lucas looked compassionate. "He was an idiot, but he didn't deserve that."

As crazy as her theory sounded, they couldn't help but consider it. Olivia explained Carter's warning - tell the truth or die, do the dare or die.

"Ronnie chickened out, he didn't do it. And now he's dead," Brad acknowledged sadly.

An eerie silence fell over the group as they grasped the gravity of the situation.

When Markie unlocked the front door and entered, the friends had been waiting for her for over an hour. As she entered, the first thing she brought with her was a whiff of cum smell. But they were used to it and it didn't bother anymore.

"Like, here I am, you know?" She lisped cheerily, earning annoyed looks from her friends.

"Thank you for coming," said Olivia, then a bit quieter, "always late," but loud enough for Markie to hear.

"I totally live here, so I can, like, come whenever I want, duh," Markie retorted with a valley-girl accent, setting down her things and taking a seat next to Olivia. "Why did I, like, have to stop the blowjob! He was almost at, his peak or whatever", she said with a cum-breath in Olivias direction that made her hold her nose in disgust.

"Ugh, what's that smell? Is this cum?" Olivia exclaims, a tad too loudly. All eyes turn towards them, and Markie's face turns a shade of red, difficult to discern beneath her layers of makeup. The tension is palpable, and everyone seems to hold their breath, waiting for Markie's response.

Without missing a beat, Markie snaps back, her tone sharp and biting, "Ugh, Olivia, your sense of smell is, like, as delicate as your ego, for sure. Too bad there's, like, no spray for insecurity or something."

Olivia was a bit speechless; she simply couldn't think of anything to throw back at Markie.

"Cat got your tongue, or did you, like, finally run out of lame comebacks? So typical." Markie could retort, mocking her speechlessness.

Olivia was about to go after Markie, but Penelope held her back, well aware of how their previous encounters had ended. She signaled Olivia to stop, knowing that engaging with Markie was pointless anyway. Olivia then turned away from Markie, wordlessly, but with a slight smile on her face to ensure Markie saw it, which Markie disliked and prompted her to throw another snippy remark at Olivia's back.

"Totally running away? That's, like, so classic Olivia, always the coward! Maybe I should, like, totally teach you to get some balls or whatever."

Olivia ignored the remark, as she is used to, except for Lucas, who looked at her hurt. Markie saw this and snapped, "Why are you, like, staring at me so boringly? Your cock could, like, never do anything anyway. You might as well be a woman than a man, no offense." Lucas turned away, not wanting to show her the tears in his eyes.

Olivia overlooked Markie's jibes and held up a printout of the photo from their trip to Mexico, showing the truth or dare circle. "The game. It followed us here, and it's going in this order."

She passed the photo to Brad, who passed it to Penelope, and so on, explaining, "Carter told us the truth, that he brought us into the game to save himself. Ronnie was next, but he didn't fulfill his dare, and it killed him. I was asked in the library, and it **** me to reveal your secret. And then tonight—"

"I was asked. Something carved the question into my arm. She's right, this game is real," Lucas interrupted, rolling up his sleeves to show his bare arms.

Markie looked at his arms, no scar in sight, then turned to Olivia with a dark look. "This is, like, a whole new level, Olivia. You can't, like, take responsibility for humiliating me in public and, like, ruining my relationship, so you invent some totally crazy story that a game made you say it? And you get Lucas to lie for you? As if. Forget it."

She started to head upstairs, but Olivia blocked her path. "Wait. You can't be alone."

"Why not?"

Olivia held up the photo. "You're next."

Suddenly, Markie's phone vibrated. She pulled it out to find a message from an unknown number. "Unknown number, like, of course." She unlocked her phone and opened the message with her long pink fingernails.

"Truth or Dare?" she read aloud, then mocked Olivia. "Wow, a message. Like, no human could have sent this, for real."

"Just answer it," Olivia urged.