Jen took a deep breath. "Dare," she said, with as much of her wavering confidence as she could muster. Why am I so nervous, it isn't like the curse is even real, she thought.
"Well, don't I have the dare for you. Remember how you and your cheer friends made fun of me for crying?"
"Yeah, you dweeb. That was hilarious!"
"Yeah, well, maybe for you. But it wasn't for me. S-"
"Who cares, you nerd? Stop wasting my fucking time."
"Don't interrupt me!" Kyle shrieked. Jen took her phone away from her ear as the audio peaked. What was up with this dude? "For your curse, the next time you start to do s-something on ref-flex, you w-won't s-stop!" Kyle was obviously trying to hold back tears, angry and embarrassed that he'd been interrupted. "What a fucking loser," Jen thought.
"What does that even mean, you loser."
"W-well, if you start to c-cry, you won't stop. Ever. O-or if you p-puke, or sneeze, or s-saliv-vate. Y-you won't die or anything, so if it impedes you from drinking or breathing you'll b-be stuck forever. Also, you'll never age. If-f it h-happens in b-bursts, like sneezing or c-coughing, then you'll n-never go m-more than five minutes without a burst." Kyle sniveled.
"What the hell? Are you for real? And stop crying you little twerp," Jen barked. How dare he waste my time like this? She slammed her phone down, her emotions having done a 180 since she said dare. That sniveling, pathetic little freshman deserved what came to him, she thought. How dare he mess with a senior, and the captain of the cheer team!
She proceeded to get the rest of the way ready for school. While she put on her clothes, she almost completely forgot about the curse. She couldn't believe he'd try to mess with her like that. And what did he even mean? Doing something on reflex? What could possibly be included in that? Well, she was about to find out, because