It all started with a Dare... Stupid-Damn Dare!

Skylee Kingston moved from LA to New York for two reasons, staying away from trouble and starting the last year of high school but how could she stay away from trouble when...

...she had slapped the school's popular bad boy - the player and heartbreaker. 

Eric Xander, known for his hot flirting ability to flatter anyone. He changed girls like clothes and break hearts like toys but a slap made his world upside down. He didn't know why that girl became a nightmare for him - making him unable to sleep at night - giving him a feeling, he never felt before. 

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A single Dare happened in another city and everything was ended for Skylee. Little did she know her path was going to cross with him again in New York. And he was going to stick with her like bubble gum. 

"Why did you slap me?" A single question led to their journey of love. 

Wait... Will they fall in love? 

Of course, they will beat the shit out of each other first. Because they had equal status, sarcastic mouths, arrogance, attitude, EGO, rudeness, and a lot of madness. 
            Going through an adventure full of fun and enjoyment, prank and revenge, love and betrayal, and of course, what a life without tragedy. 
            Where you make friends in life because "We all need that someone, Who gets you like no one else. Right when you need it the most." 

A mysterious girl Who never opens up in front of anyone. A playboy who knows how to win hearts. 

What will happen when they both meet?

Once a Dare leads to Love

I woke up because of the throbbing pain in my head. Groaning, I shifted in a sitting position on the bed and massaged my temples. I slowly opened my eyes and the girl stared back at me from the mirror made me stunned. 


I remembered getting drunk to oblivion and still, I was home and kind of in full clothes. How did this miracle happen? 


I hopped out of the bed and walked towards the mirror, staring at myself with confusion. My hair was a mess and my face messier, there were stains of tears on my cheeks and my mascara was smudged. I tried to remember what happened last night but all in vain. Did I cry? 


I undid my braid and stared at my face. This was the story of every time, whenever I got drunk, I forgot everything that happened to me. I cursed my stupid brain and trudged to take a relaxing bath. 


CHAPTER 21: Mistake