Nicole

“Nicole,” I said. “Vengeance is mine.”

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned.

Options flew through my head. Embarrassing stories I could get her to tell. Silly things I could get her to do. Sexy things I could get her to do.

That mouth…

Sitting down, I tapped my lips as I thought carefully. This game was harder than I thought. It made things confusing. Nicole had been my person, my best friend, since we were toddlers. She wasn't like a sister, she was closer to me than most siblings I had ever seen in my life. Now I was thinking of her as- Well, as a chick.

But she was still my person. But also a chick. Confusing. And thinking of daring her to do something like Miranda had been dared made me feel... not great. Jealous? I didn't want Matt going near her, let alone Tom.

Ew, Tom…

Wait. Tom…

“Well?” Nicole asked. She'd pulled her legs up and was hugging them to herself, looking at me from between her knees. She'd pulled her hood up like she was trying to disappear.

“I dare you to stand in front of Tom, look him dead in the eye and tell him exactly which body part of his you think is the sexiest.”

“What?” Tom guffawed. “That's it?”

“Eugh,” Nicole groaned, then made a couple of fake barfing noises. “What if I think he's a disgusting cretin?”

“Hey now,” Sarah said. “That's not nice, don't be a bitch.”

Tom muttered something under his breath.

I shrugged, “I guess you can forfeit and risk a skinny dip if another bad one comes around.”

Nicole rolled her eyes, “Agh, fine.”

She got up and for the first time, I watched her move. She was lithe, and when she stopped one leg was locked straight and the other tilted at the knee slightly, making her little butt pop a bit in her skinny jeans.

This time I physically shook my head slightly to try and clear it.

“Alright, Tom. You know that you and I haven't seen... eye to eye since freshman year. Out of everything, I think you've got a good-looking nose. It's not too big, it's not too small. It fits your face.”

“That was so lame,” Sarah said.

“Yeah,” Miranda agreed. “Come on, Nicole. This was your idea, play along.”

Nicole looked up at the dark sky and clenched her jaw a few times. She reached up and tousled her hair, then looked back at Tom.

“Fine. Tom, I think you look pretty good with your shirt off. I think it's douchey to take your shirt off and be flexing in the mirrors at the University gym, but you've worked hard on your abs and they're... hot,” she maintained eye contact with Tom, who was sneering his approval, and then looked at Sarah. “Better?”

“Wait, you mean these abs?” Tom asked, lifting his shirt and showing them off. He had a four-pack, which was better than you and Matt, and he rolled his stomach a little.

“Ugh,” Nicole said, spinning and grabbing a name from the bowl before stomping over to her seat. She shot me a glare on the way for good measure.

“I gotta admit,” Tom said as she sat down. “Seeing you admit that to me, Nicole? It almost makes up for the stick up your ass. Maybe we'll see if we can get that out for you if I get a chance to dare you.”

Nicole muttered under her breath while she was opening the paper.

“Matt,” she said, tossing the paper back in the bowl.

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