"I dare you to be nice to everyone for a week, and every time you fail people will find out what you really think of them!", he growled into the phone then hung up.
"Nice?!", she muttered, worried about the possible consequences. "I'm nice, well to most people," and she couldn't help smirking of humiliating Kyle earlier. Feeling a bit paranoid, she was careful to either be nice to everyone she met, or avoid them. It wasn't until the break between her first and second class that she ran into any trouble. Running down a mostly unused corridor she was able to easily avoid everyone until she literally bumped into her ex-boyfriend Matt. "Ouch!"
"What are you doing back here, Jennifer? You know only the cool kids are allowed to be back here," he laughed, "we don't let little girls like you traipse through here."
Now she remembered why most people avoid these back hallways, and she started to back up. She hadn't realized how much of jerk he was until she dated him for a short while. He was always hanging all over her, and want her to hold his stuff, and being annoying with his friends. "Look Matt, I'm sorry, I'll just go..."
He followed her and grabbed her arm. "Oh, no you don't get off that easily...", and he leaned in to give a kiss.
Jennifer was pissed off, and seeing red, so why did she bother hiding in this back hallway again? She couldn't remember anymore. "You big jerk, let go of my arm! Nobody gets to grab my arm!" She shouted, and then there was a sort of pink explosion, and Matt was one. "Good, I always hated it when you hung onto me like I needed you or something," she shouted, wondering where he had vanished too, and why had he thrown the pink fairy dust? As she rushed down a side hallway she noticed that her purse was now hanging off her right arm instead of her left. That was odd. Just before she rejoined the mass of students rushing between classes she moved her purse back to her left arm. Only then did she notice that her pink Hello Kitty purse was missing the large Kitty emblem from the back. In its place was a plastic version of Matt's face wearing a red bow, with cat's whiskers, and
no mouth. As she looked at this curiously his eyes blinked, only then did she notice how his black eyes seem to follow her as she waved the purse slowly back and forth.
"The dare!? Matt is that you?" she practically laughed, as this wasn't much of a punishment for her. She'd already told him plenty of times that he was a useless arm clinging git, who was full of it.