“No, I can’t lose! No! This is all your fault, Juliet! If you would have just shut up!”
Oh,? so? she? lost.?”Shut up, it’s not my fault you don’t know how to play better than him!”
Tristan laughed on the other side, unscrewing a bottle of water and taking huge gulps from it. He was all sweaty, his white shirt sticking to his body which emphasised his muscles and his toned stomach. For a moment, I thought I saw Olivia gawk at him. But that might only be my imagination. Olivia can never liked a guy like him. I mean she hated him. She had made it obvious on more than one occasion.
“So…” Tristan spoke. I didn’t notice he had come on our side, “about the dare…” He left the sentence hanging, knowing Olivia would catch on.
“I won’t do it,” Olivia gritted out. “I was just kidding. I? knew? I wasn’t going to lose!”
“Oh, but you just did,” Tristan said arrogantly.
“I was distracted!”
“Oh, no Olivia,” Tristan waggled his finger at her. “You shouldn’t blame me for distracting you. It’s not my fault you were drooling over me.”
“Oh please, you are as attractive as a dementor to me!” Olivia retorted.
“Then I think you’d like a dementor’s kiss,” Tristan said, pouting and making kissy noises. I scrunched up my nose.
“Ew, in your filthy dreams.”
“Guys, shut up! Will anyone please tell me what dare it was?” I asked, tired of their constant bickering.
“No!”
“We agreed that I will never show her my face again and will stay away if she wins, and she will kiss me if she loses,” Tristan answered.
“No way in hell, Tristan. My lips will never come anywhere near your slimy ones,” she said, looking at him in disgust. “Besides who knows what places your lips have been,” Olivia added with a sneer.
“You talk as if you’ve never done the dirty,” Tristan rolled his eyes.
“Oh, trust me I haven’t.”
Tristan looked surprised. “Really?”
“Uh huh,” Olivia mumbled, picking up a towel to wipe off the sweat formed on her forehead and neck.
“But I’m sure your mind isn’t as virgin as your body,” he said with a smirk.
“What do you mean?” Olivia asked, pitting down the bottle of water she was drinking from.
“Tell me,” he said, still smirking. “What’s hard, long, wet and has cum in it?”
Olivia’s mouth popped open like mine did. “W-what?”
“You heard me. Tell me what’s? long,? wet,? hard? and has? cum? in it?”
Olivia didn’t say anything.
“A cucumber, of course!” Tristan said, bursting into laughter. “I knew what you were thinking, oh pure one.”
Olivia’s face turned red with anger. “Shut up,” she spit out.
“Hey, I just got started!” Tristan whined. “Another one, what is a four letter word which ends with “k” and means the same as intercourse?”
Um… what? the? fuck.
“Talk, Olivia! Your mind is dirtier than a gutter,” chuckled Tristan, clearly enjoying teasing her.
“Tristan, shut the hell up,” Olivia said, chucking her towel at him. “Or better yet, I’ll leave.”
“Oh, at least hear my last one!”
“No I won’t.”
“What goes in hard and dry, but comes out wet and soft?” Tristan went on, ignoring her.
Olivia, by that time had had enough of him and was making her way out of the court. “Your dick!” She yelled at him while I hurried to catch up with her.
Tristan’s cackle was so loud, I bet everyone in the mansion had heard it. “No, not my dick. The answer is chewing gum, you pervert!” He yelled back, still bursting into uncontrollable fits of laughter.
I couldn’t help but let a small chuckle escape my lips but immediately shut up when I saw Olivia’s hard glare.
“I have to tell you something,” I said, grabbing her arm. I lowered my voice, making sure no one was around to eavesdrop. “I talked to Mrs. Odin.”
“You what?!” Olivia almost shouted. “Hold on, I’m going to take a shower and after that I want every detail.”
“Okay,” I said, letting her grab me and lead me to her room. While she showered, I waited in her room, checking it out. The room was huge. Not as magnificent and beautiful as mine but still very much stunning. It had a big bed with dark blue pillows and a big blue duvet, a study table and chair, some beautiful paintings hung on the walls, a big walk-in closet filled to the brim with clothes, bags and shoes. The walls were painted white.
“Tell me what happened,” Olivia said, her hair wet on top of her head, freshly out of the shower. She was wearing dark blue jean shorts with a simple baby pink top.
So I told her everything that happened. How I remembered about my phone, about what compelled me to call her, what we talked about and how Ethan nearly discovered the secret.
“I hope it wasn’t a big mistake calling Mrs. Odin,” I said after I finished explaining things to her.
“I don’t know, Julie. I don’t think it will be a problem,” she said but I could hear the underlying uncertainty in her tone. “I hope it doesn’t create problems for us. But please don’t do something like this without telling me. We have to be careful. We can’t trust anyone. We can’t let anyone know.”
“I know, Olivia. I’ll be careful next time.”
“You better be.”
We sat in silence for a few moments until Olivia decided to break it. “How’s your ankle?”
“It’s good. It’s healing fast, thankfully. Ethan is going to pay for this,” I fumed.
“Whoa, what happened to ‘I’m going to be the bigger person’?”
“I don’t think I can do that. If he decides to act like a child, plotting silly pranks to get back at me, I can show him that I’m better at it.”
Olivia grinned at me. “I’ve got your back. You go girl!”