Lauren’s still a chicken

“Truth,” Lauren squeaked.

The rest booed immediately. “Come on, Lauren,” Vanessa said.

“I’m just playing the game,” Lauren said blushing.

“Fine, but if you accept this truth your next turn has to be a dare no matter WHAT or you won’t get any more clothes for the rest of the night. In fact you won’t get any clothes from now on UNLESS you choose dare,” Vanessa said.

Lauren nodded. “F-fine.”

“Have you ever had a romantic relationship of any sort?” Vanessa asked.

“L-like… a boyfriend?” Lauren asked.

“Just answer the question,” Vanessa said.

Lauren gulped and shook her head. “No, never,” she said.

“So what’s the furthest you’ve done?” Vanessa asked.

“You can’t-”

“Answer or you don’t get anything,” Vanessa said.

“I… I’ve never done… anything,” Lauren said.

“You mean you’ve never kissed anyone?” Vanessa said.

Lauren shook her head.

“Held hands?”

Lauren shook her head again. “Nothing.”

Britney pulled Lauren into a sloppy wet kiss purposefully making it horrible. “There you go, Lauren. Now you can at least say you’ve kissed someone and not be so pathetic.”

Lauren’s face turned scarlet. She couldn’t believe she was given a kiss out of pity by a girl who hated her nonetheless. The others snickered as Lauren wasn’t even remotely satisfied by the kiss.

Lauren looked at Vanessa expectantly as she was handed another sock which matched the other one and Lauren dejectedly put it on.