Rachel Dares

I walked back to the washing machine out of morbid curiosity.

13:55.

Not exactly a huge amount of time had passed. Biting my lip, I looked at my phone again, Emma hadn't left another response yet. I could just ignore her, but with a sigh I started typing.

"Your on" I hit reply.

"Bet" was what I got in response and then "Yu'ruo*"

Shaking my head, I just walked to the door and poked my head out again. Confident the coast was clear I stepped outside into the cool evening air.

I didn't waste any time, even though I was looking around at the few shops that still had lights on and cars off in the distance, I still counted down from five.

Four.

Three. A car quickly passed me by.

Two.

One.

I darted back in, laughing to myself like a moron before checking my phone "I did it" I type.

"Mhm" Emma replied "Tbh I dont doubt. Youre too much of a perv not to"

"You're*" I shoot back and just get a middle finger emoji as a reaction.

"New dare?" She asks, but doesn't wait for a reply "Cross the street. At your own pace. No countdown. No rules. Just cross and come back <3"

"The whole street?"

"Mhm"

Taking a breath, I step outside again and take a look around. The coast certainly seems clear, all I'd need to do is streak from one side to the other.

"Okay" I mutter to myself, and take off. I don't see anyone as I run to the other side of the street, nor do I see anyone as I run back. But I could've been seen, hard to tell if anyone is watching from a window.

"Dare Complete :p" I type and send "EZ"

"Easy? Shouldnt say words like that" Emma replied "Give you a break. 5 mins. Get ready"

Part of me feels like I shouldn't have bragged, it's a lot easier to be sassy when I'm not looking Emma face to face like our weekend together. But that also means it's easier for her to be mean and put me in hard situations.

Biting my lip I headed back over to the machine and checked the time '12:52'

"Great, I guess that's some time...kinda..." I say to myself and take a seat, then wonder why I keep doing that because that bench really isn't comfortable without pants. All I can do is wait for Emma's text, or for something to occur.