Nth Term

Rose and Liam don't get on with each other. Some may even call it hate. But is it love? After all, there's a thin line between the two. Frenemies. But will a series of events cause them to become more than just that?


1. One

Don’t believe what anyone tells you about it- 21 dares is a dangerous game. We were sitting at the back of the bus on the way home- as usual. I did kinda wanna study that day as well; I needed to revise my science. But of course I got dragged into playing anyway. I shouldn’t have. And I should have known from the way that Liam was looking at me that nothing good could possibly come from this. He knew full well what he was doing.

“19, 20!” he said triumphantly. Dammit. Zoe, Bri and Harry looked at me expectantly. I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Ok, 21.” I said, defeated. Liam grinned. Argh, he’s so annoying. He smirked at me. I hated it. “I’ve had a question that I’ve been wanting to ask you for ages….” He said slowly. I didn’t even pick truth. This can’t be good. “Ok, so here’s the deal,” he continues. “I ask, on behalf of all of us… how many guys have you had sex with?” I opened my mouth to protest, but he interrupted me. “is it a) 5 guys or less, b)10 guys or less,  c) 11 guys or more?” Liam sat back in his seat and smirked, and everyone else leaned forward. Not batting an eyelid, I said confidently “Well, a). Less than 5.” Nobody looked impressed.

Zoe looked a bit nervous, she hates fights. Harry and Liam shared a look. Bri gave me her trying-to-have-a-black-attitude look. Sometimes she made me feel less black than I actually am- Is she trying to outdo me or something!?

“What?” I asked innocently.  Liam  leant forward now; he flipped his blonde hair, and looked at me with his clear blue eyes. Despicable. “ Babe, you don’t have to lie. We’re all 17. No-one here’s gunna judge you…. “  I hated it when he called me ‘babe’. “And what makes you think I’m lying?” I narrowed my eyes slightly, and pressed my lips together. I wasn’t going to lose my composure to Liam, and his petty, petty self. Liam looked me up and down. “Don’t need to get angry, hun. That’s just who you are. No-one dislikes you for it… I’ve been around the block a few times, myself…”

He glanced at his crotch and winked at me. To be honest, I was used to his behaviour, but it still pisses me off. Bri sniggered. Laim was asking for a slap. I took a deep inward breath and said very slowly : “Back off, Liam. I’m not a slut. I have slept with less than five people. I only make love to people I’m in love with.”

Liam burst out laughing. “Make love!? You’re such a girl, Rose!” I don’t what that was supposed to mean… but then he added with a wink, “if you slept with me, that’d be one more person…”

“As if she’d ever sleep with you, Liam!” Bri cut in. It was then that I remembered that Liam and I weren’t the only two people on the bus. Thank God for Bri. Because I didn’t know what I was going to  say.

Then Harry piped in. “Are you going to Zoe’s party tomorrow?” he asked me.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” I replied. “O-M-G! I meant to ask you! Can you come over early, Rose!? I need you to help me get ready- I need to look good for my own party right?” Zoe burst out. “Sure,” I glanced at her. “I think you look pretty all the time, Zoe,” Harry said quietly. Zoe didn’t hear him. “Its just a house party, Zoe. Chances are, you’re going to be wearing NO clothes for the majority of the evening…” Bri said suggestively. “True story.” Liam commented. Then, as an afterthought, “I bet you $10 that you’ll hook up, Rose,” God, I thought we’d changed the subject. Apparently not. “Whatever, Liam. You’re on. “I retorted. I’m sorry, but what kind of girl does he take me for? I can’t control myself for ONE NIGHT!? And he’s betting $10…. He literally thinks I’m worth $10!? I picked up my bag as the bus ground to a halt. My stop. And as I walked away, I heard Liam call after me: “Work that ass, girl!” I swear to god, he is a dead man. Sometimes, I really hate him.

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