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played.”
    â€œNo. I don’t get down like that,” I said.
    â€œDon’t punk out, Maya,” Kennedi said. I know she was teasing me because she of all people knew that wasn’t about to happen.
    â€œThe only way out is if someone takes your turn,” Carson said.
    Suddenly one of the quiet girls who had been sitting off to the side said, “I’ll take her turn.” Before anyone knew it, she had pulled her shirt up and flashed her breasts.
    â€œEwww!”Sheridanexclaimed.
    â€œWow!” several of the guys said as they began whooping and hollering.
    All I did was shake my head. Incredibly tacky.
    â€œNow it’s my turn.” The girl pointed at Carson. “I dare you”—she pulled a dollar out of her pocket—“to put this dollar inside her underwear.” She pointed to the redheaded girl next to her and I could tell by the way the girl was giggling they had planned this. How incredibly lame. But Carson was up to the challenge because he stepped up.
    â€œMy pleasure,” he said, taking the dollar.
    The crowd started shouting, “Make it rain,” as the redheaded girl stood and did a stripper dance. Carson put the dollar in his mouth, then leaned in and placed the money in her underwear. Yeah, he had just lost major cool points with me on that move.
    Carson must’ve known I wasn’t feeling that move because after he finished, he turned and said, “I’m gonna let my princess here take my turn.” He flashed an apologetic smile.
    I decided not to trip and instead looked around our group until my eyes settled on Evian. “I dare you to hook up with a random guy,” I said to her.
    â€œWhat?” Evian said.
    â€œI didn’t stutter,” I said. “I dare you to go meet up with a random guy.”
    â€œI’m not doing that,” she said, her nose turned up. The shocked look on her face was actually funny, like she was too good for something like that.
    â€œUn-unh, you gotta do it,” Carson said. “Those are the rules.”
    â€œWhy you trying to break the rules, Evian? You scared?” I asked. I knew Evian was prissy. She had that old money and was always looking at stuff like it was beneath her.
    â€œI know you’re not talking,” Evian snapped. “You just passed on your dare.”
    â€œThat’s the way the game is played.” I shrugged. “Get somebody to take your turn and you can pass, too.”
    She looked around. No one said a word.
    â€œNo takers, so you have to go,” I said, teasing her. “But if you just scared and want to punk out the game, don’t do it.”
    â€œAnd just what am I supposed to do with this random guy? Where am I supposed to find him?” Evian asked, looking around.
    I looked to Carson for help. He glanced around also, paused, then pointed up to a guy sitting up the hill at a bar.
    â€œPrinceton, go get that guy in the red hat.”
    Without asking another question, Princeton jumped up and ran up the hill.
    We continued to tease Evian about bailing out of the game when she again said she didn’t want to do it.
    When the guy returned, he said, “What’s up? Someone wanted to see me?”
    They couldn’t have picked a plainer guy. He had on some plaid Bermuda shorts and a raggedy Coke T-shirt. There was absolutely nothing cute about his frazzled-looking hair and pimply face. He looked like a creepy old tourist.
    Carson spoke up. “Hey, man, we’re playing a little game here and Evian—isn’t that your name?”
    She didn’t reply, but I said, “Yes, that’s her name.”
    Carson turned back to the guy, a huge grin on his face. “Evian is going to take a little stroll with you,” he said.
    The guy raised an eyebrow and said, “A stroll where?”
    â€œWherever you’d like to go,” Carson replied.
    The guy looked at Evian and dang near salivated at the