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"Truth or dare?" Mason asked Malia, to whom the bottle was now pointing. To nobody´s surprise, the werecoyote chose dare.
"Boooooring," Liam complained under his breath which earned him annoyed looks from the whole pack, including Scott, who was usually the most tolerant and comprehensive person in the whole world. "What?" Liam defended himself, "it´s not like there´s anything you could dare Malia to do that would actually embarass her, so where´s the point?"
"You´re almost right," Mason replied, "but I know something that will." He smiled knowingly, but nobody else seemed to get it. After a few moment of silence, Mason pronounced his idea: "Malia, I dare you to walk up to Theo on Monday at school and kiss him."
"You fucking WHAT?" Malia asked, not sure if she´d heard correctly, except with her supernatural hearing abilities, it was highly unlikely that she´d gotten it wrong.
"I dare you to kiss Theo," Mason repeated slowly, grinning from ear to ear, clearly mocking Malia, who wasn´t familiar with shame, except in the case of a certain Chimera who´d once fooled her to believe he´d liked her.
Scott seemed unamused, Corey, Lydia and Stiles were simply shocked that Mason would go this far, but Liam could barely stop himself from laughing out loud.
"This is not funny," Malia growled, her eyes glowing dangerously at Mason.
"You´re wrong," Liam interrupted their glaring contest, "this is fucking hilarious. I´m finally starting to like this game." The beta finally gave in and let the laughter burst out of him, holding his stomach from pain.
Malia jumped right in his face, her claws threatening Liam´s unprotected neck. Liam could only thank Scott and Stiles that they held her back.
"You of all people," she spat in his face, "should understand what it´s like to hate Theo Raeken from the bottom of your sad, black soul."
"Trust me," he answered, still giggling like a little girl, "I do, but luckily, nobody´s daring me to kiss him."
"Fuck you," she hissed before turning her head to Mason, "and fuck you, too, asshole." She sat back onto the blue pillow she´d occupied, so Scott and Stiles decided it was safe to let her go.
In a perfectly calm voice, she added: "I will of course never forgive you, but I won´t lose this game or have anyone say I´m a coward either, so I guess I´ll do it."
"And I guess I´ll be just around the corner taking pictures," Liam commented. It was simply too funny just how angry Malia was, and they said he was the one with anger issues.
"Whatever," Malia said, "it´s no wonder you´re looking for something to jerk off to with your girlfriend gone.."
"Even if that were true," Liam replied, "it certainly wouldn´t be you and Theo." He made a disgusted face.
"Guys, this has been fun," Stiles intervened their bickering, "but we´re playing a game here. Malia, it´s your turn to spin the bottle."
"I hope it´s Liam," the werecoyote whispered with a devious grin as she spun the bottle.
Liam didn´t answer, but he suddenly felt panic rising in his chest. Not me, he prayed silently, please not me.
After a couple of full circles, the bottle slowed down, passing Mason and Corey, then Stiles. Slower. Malia. It was barely even moving. Lydia. Even slower. Scott. And then, it came to a halt.
And it was pointing directly at Liam´s middle.
"You must be fucking kidding me," he groaned to nobody in particular except maybe the universe.
When his eyes returned from the inside of his head and landed on Malia, he saw the sweetest fake smile on her face as she asked him: "Truth or dare?"
"Truth," he decided without hesitation.
"No shit Liam, you´ve picked truth four times in a row now," Stiles mentioned, "I´m pretty sure that´s against the rules."
"Seriously?" Liam complained, "now that Malia wants to end me, all of a sudden there are rules to this stupid game?"
"There always have been rules," Scott stated.
"Not you too." Liam couldn´t believe it. Why were they all turning against him now. Helplessly, he turned to Mason, who only shrugged. "Sorry dude."
"What?" he protested, "I was your flight attendant and now you betray me like this?"
"Come on, Liam," Mason answered, "this is just a game, and it´s simply no fun with someone who always picks truth but has no secrets."
Liam let out a long and dramatic sigh. "Fine, whatever. Dare."
Malia squeaked and clapped her hands in excitement. Liam suddenly realized that his discussing had given her a lot of time to think of something really mean. Too much time.
"I dare you," she said slowly, "to go on a date with Theo."
The room fell silent as everyone was waiting for Liam´s reaction.
"How the hell, Malia, am I supposed to get Theo Raeken to go on a date with me?" he asked, convinced that this was the most ridiculous dare in the history of truth or dare.
"Not my problem," the werecoyote smiled at him.
"Well, I can´t exactly force him to go on a date with me, so think of something else," Liam argued.
"If you ask him and he says no I´ll be satisfied too," Malia shrugged, "as long as you ask him."
"No fucking way I´m making a complete fool out of myself in front of that guy," Liam simply stated. He was repeating his mantra in his mind over and over again to keep his anger at bay. The sun, the moon, the truth.
"Well I am, and until five minutes ago, you found that fucking hilarious, so get over yourself," Malia told him. She did have a point.
"On Monday?" Liam asked her.
"On Monday." Malia confirmed, "You in, little beta?"
"Don´t call me that," Liam growled.
"You in?"
"Fine, whatever."
He reached out to spin the bottle and finally end this conversation. Who ever came next, he would make his truth or dare about something, anything else than Theo.