"Time's up," Kyle said gleefully just before Jennifer could make up her mind. With the return of his voice, Jennifer came back to her senses.
"Whatever, like the curse is real anyway," she scoffed.
"'Like, whatever,'" Kyle responded in falsetto. "You're such a trendy girl, Jennifer. You go along with the flow in your little cheerleading pack. I bet you'd do anything to stay popular."
"It beats being a little freak like you, dweeb." Jennifer wanted to hang up the phone to punctuate her declaration, but something was holding her back. She paid it little mind, though. At least staying on the line allowed her more opportunities to mock him.
"It's time you realized what it was like to be on the short end of the stick," Kyle said, his voice suddenly turning cold. "I'm going to start with your transformation. You will change into a little goth girl. No matter what you do, you won't be able to change or hide your appearance in the least. Only the curse can restore your old looks.
"And for your dare, I dare you not to pass the curse onto me, and when you do pass it on, make sure you curse that person in a way that will make them hate you. That way you should be hard pressed to find a 'cure' for your predicament. I also dare you to go to school as normal. There'll be no playing sick at home just to avoid punishment. Goodbye."
The phone clicked off and Jennifer put it down in a snap. For some reason, Kyle's words had her mortified. But that's all they were, right? Words? There was no way he could really curse her. Still...the prospect of appearing at school with such a hideous look made her shiver.
Or perhaps it was the fact that her preppy clothes had begun to dissolve before her eyes...