That afternoon, they played truth or dare, and he told himself it was finally time.
He was ready. He wanted to be first, in fact, so he could finally get the weight off his chest. Keeping secrets was not his strong point.
But the bottle spun in her favor.
“Truth or dare, Liz?”
She laughed. “Dare. Oh, no, wait. Truth. I’ll start with truth. It’s way too early for crazy stunts.”
Alarms went off in his head in rapid succession. All their friends knew he liked her, and they also happened to be a bunch of traitors.
Sure enough, one of the traitors went on to ask, “Do you like Nate here, Liz?”
He felt his heart break – slowly, painfully – even before she spoke the words.
“No, of course not! Not like that, no.”
And he could never look at her in the same way again.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.