Chokepoint by Jill Williamson

Author:Jill Williamson [Williamson, Jill]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-9887594-0-4
Publisher: Jill Williamson
Published: 2014-11-16T16:00:00+00:00

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Saturday arrived and I finally got to play ball again. My ankle didn’t bother me in the game, and I was confident it had healed entirely. We creamed South Beach. I had nineteen points, fourteen assists, and nine rebounds. I was back, baby! I hated playing South Beach Christian because they had a rug gym floor. It was the only one I’d ever seen, and though I tried to be careful, I’d earned a monster rug burn on my shin when I’d gone after a loose ball. It was a battle scar, though. One I was proud of. I’d show it to Beth if she was still speaking to me.

It was an hour bus ride from South Beach to Pilot Point. The boys and girls varsity teams and the cheerleaders were all crammed on one bus. About the time we hit downtown L.A., Kip had organized a game of Truth or Dare in the back. Still sore about striking out with Beth, I wasn’t in the mood for Kip’s idea of entertainment. I lounged back, propping my neck on the back of the seat and my head against the cool glass, pretending to be asleep. I really did want to sleep—needed to sleep. Between LCT and basketball and school and my home workouts, my batteries were dead.

“Do Spencer,” Kip said. “Hey, Spencer!”

I pretended not to hear, hoping he’d give up and move on to someone else. But sneakers plodded down the aisle.

“Sit down in back!” the driver yelled.

I opened my eyes in time to see Kip fall into the seat across from mine.

“Dude.” He grabbed my hand and shook my arm. “You sleep more than Snow White. Is that how you keep your rose-pedal complexion?”

I pulled my arm away. “What do you want?”

“To bring you up to speed. You’re about to be dared.”

“I can’t pick truth?” I asked.

“Not the way we’re playing. It’s more like dare or dare.” Kip snorted a laugh.

I snuggled back against the window and yawned. “Sounds like dumb or dumber. I don’t want to play.”

Kip tugged my arm, pulling me away from the window. He flashed an evil grin. “Meagan is going to dare you to kiss Trella. Do a good job and then ask her to homecoming.”

“You said Trella didn’t want to go with me.”

“Kiss her and she might change her mind.”

“Oh sure.” Because my kissing attempts were really working out lately.

Kip got up and walked away. “He’s in, Meg. Call it.”

I sat up and squinted toward the back of the bus. The cheerleaders had crowded around Desh like he was a celebrity. In the seat in front of him, Kip sat with Megan. Her lips were twisted in thought, as if the fate of the world hinged on her decision.

“Okay.” She took a deep breath. “Spencer… you have to kiss… Oh, I don’t know!” She burst into a fit of giggles.

“Meg!” Kip jerked his head at Trella and raised his eyebrows.

I wanted to die. I didn’t want to kiss stupid Trella-the-troll. I looked to the front of the bus where the coaches were deep in discussion.

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