If You Dare (Dare #3)

by Shantel Tessier

DEATH IS A debt we are all born owing.

I’ve never been afraid to die. Or to love, for that matter. Aren’t they the same?

I should have hated her, but that’s the funny thing about love—it’s out of your control. And even when it leaves you with two black eyes, you beg for more.

I lost

a friendship I thought could never be broken. And I hate it that Eli’s dead. I want to call him up. Scream at him. Punch him.

“It doesn’t matter what I want. It never has.”

You don’t always need hearts and flowers to prove you love someone. Sometimes you need each other’s names carved in blood.

The fighting. The passion. The love. I want someone to love me so much that I make them crazy.

That’s another thing I do lately. I used to be disgusted with the girls at school who went all happily stupid over boys. And now I’m there.

But I promised myself I would not fall for him like all the dick-whipped girls in our school. Fuck, I fell to my knees so fast. Like I was a sinner in church who was shown the light and needed to repent. But instead of forgiveness, I got burned alive at the stake.