  &quot;No, I can't lose! No! This is all your fault, Juliet! If you would have just shut up!&quot;
  Oh,?so?she?lost.?&quot;Shut up, it's not my fault you don't know how to play better than him!&quot;
  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.
  &quot;So...&quot; Tristan spoke. I didn't notice he had come on our side, &quot;about the dare...&quot; He left the sentence hanging, knowing Olivia would catch on.
  &quot;I won't do it,&quot; Olivia gritted out. &quot;I was just kidding. I?knew?I wasn't going to lose!&quot;
  &quot;Oh, b

  &quot;So what's the plan?&quot; Olivia questioned after breakfast when I told her that I was going to get back at Ethan.
  &quot;The classic one. I'm going to put many alarm clocks in his room, three to be exact. The one in his room, the one from my room and the one in yours,&quot; I replied, taking a small sip of my coffee.
  &quot;You should've been more creative with your plan. I'm very disappointed,&quot; Olivia said, shaking her head at me.
  &quot;Hey! That's all I could come up with. Although I did consider other ideas,&quot; I retorted.
  &quot;Yeah? Like what?&quot;
  &quot;Like putting eye drops in his drink to give him a severe diarrhoea but I couldn't find eye drops. I also considered sticking wet cotton balls all over his expensive cars but that would just spoil those beauties and I would never allow that. Also at some point I thought of sticking needle pins on his toilet 

  The next day was better than the previous one. My ankle was better and I was able to walk around, although I was still kind of limping while walking.
  While rummaging through my vast wardrobe for something simple and comfortable to wear, while I was still in just a towel, I felt something cool and hard beneath my fingers in one of the drawers. I grabbed onto it and pulled it out. It was my phone. It was still the same. The cracked screen and scratched plastic cover was still intact and I preferred it that way for some weird reason. I had almost forgotten about my phone in there. Mrs. Jenson had told me the day she showed me my done up room that it was placed in one of the drawers. And then I completely forgot about it.
  My eyes widened. It has been more than a week since we were kidnapped. And with the phone, I had completely forgotten about Mrs. Odin. Oh my God, she'd kill me.
  I q

&quot;No, I can't lose! No! This is all your fault, Juliet! If you would have just shut up!&quot;
  Oh,?so?she?lost.?&quot;Shut up, it's not my fault you don't know how to play better than him!&quot;
  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.
  &quot;So...&quot; Tristan spoke. I didn't notice he had come on our side, &quot;about the dare...&quot; He left the sentence hanging, knowing Olivia would catch on.
  &quot;I won't do it,&quot; Olivia gritted out. &quot;I was just kidding. I?knew?I wasn't going to lose!&quot;
  &quot;Oh, but you just did,&quot; Tristan said arrogantly.
  &quot;I was distracted!&quot;
  &quot;Oh, no 

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