On Tuesday, before we head to the ground for practices, Kara surprises me by waving two tickets in the air in front of me. She has gotten tickets to the movies. A new chick-flick that has the female population obsessed over it.

"So...," she pushes a lock of hair behind her ear, "Do you want to go?"

Her eyes roam all over my face, trying to gauge an answer. A movie with Kara would be amazing. My heart pulses at the idea, and I can't help smiling like an idiot.

"Sure," I grin.

Her eyes widen with excitement, "Really? That's awesome!"

"Why would you think I wouldn't want to go?"

She shrugs, "I don't know, I just thought that movies weren't your type."

"Movies are everybody's type. Only," I hold up a finger before flicking her nose playfully, "click-flicks aren't my type."

"Well," she laughs, "this is indeed a chick-flick," she laughs, drawing air-quotes at the word chick-flick.

I mock-pout which cracks her up. It is amazing to watch her laugh. Her eyes crinkled at the sides, lined with thick lashes, shines with excitement. The soft brown in them melts with the amber flakes, pulling me in. Kara Merrick has magnet eyes.

"So, do you want to go?" she asks, expectantly.

"Yeah, of course! I'm a man of my word," I say, placing a hand over my heart.

"Even when it's a click-flick?" she squints at me, biting down on her lips.

"Yes, even if it is a torturous chick-flick, I'd watch it, now that I have given my word."

"How patriotic of you!" Kara giggles.

The air buzzes with her giggles, making me feel livelier than ever. Makes me think that I would do anything to feel that energy again.

I find myself grinning like a fool, but there is nothing that can erase the stupid grin off my face. It just sits there, every time Kara's around.

"Thank you," I say, clutching my heart in a display of being touched by her words, only to induce another of her giggles.

It warms me on the inside out and I can feel my heart begging me to never let that feeling fade.

School buzzes past easily, as Wednesday gradually fades to the evening. I arrive at the movies a full hour before the movies are due, much to my brain creating false scenarios where I am late and Kara is pissed. I hang outside the building, waiting for her.

Dylan is not exactly happy with me sneaking off right after practice, given that we have a game on the weekend. But I find it easy to forego the time with the guys to hang out with Kara. It creates a strange feeling deep in my stomach.

If someone told me a month ago that I was missing time with the guys to hang out with a girl, I would laugh my head off. But right now it seems so far away. Time with Kara is making my life colorful and happier than I expect it to. That is something I am worried about.

Thoughts of the dare, whisk into my mind, physically hurting my heart. I don't want to hurt Kara. She's the best thing that has happened to me so far in high school. She is the one that makes me laugh like an idiot and strangely enjoy it.

What the heck should I do? Is calling the dare off a good move? That would make me the laughing stock of the whole team. It is not something that I can live with.

They would call me a baby. A loser who is a coward to go through with a dare that he calls it off. But going through with the dare would mean ending everything I have with Kara.

Thinking about it makes me go mad.

I am spared the torture of my thoughts when a car pulls up at the parking lot. Hailey, Kara, and a guy that I am positive I've seen before steps out, heading my way.

Kara smiles brightly at me which I return. Hailey tosses the mass of her blonde hair over her shoulder and loops an arm around the guy's waist.

"Jenkins," Hailey, acknowledges my presence, her nose turned up in disgust. It looks like she is trying to keep her hate for the football team down for the sake of Kara.

"Hailey," I nod at her.

She extends a hand to the guy standing beside her, "This is Nick, captain of the baseball team. My new boyfriend."

Her eyes fix on me, savage.

"Hey, Nick," I hold a hand out, which he shakes.

Hailey tosses her hair again before pulling Nick with her towards the building.

Kara shoots me an apologetic look, "She's still mad about Dylan. I'm sorry."

I shake my head, "Don't be. I guess I'm supposed to pass the message about Nick to Dylan?"

Kara chuckles softly, "Yeah, that's her revenge plan."

"Cool," I say, with a nonchalant shrug, "I'll make sure that he gets the news."

Kara laughs again, shaking her head slightly.

"So," I say holding out my hand in front of her, "you ready?"

"Yeah," she smiles, taking my hand.

We walk hand in hand into the building. Once inside, we find seats next to each other and settle down, for an hour and half of a chick-flick that nobody would believe I ever agreed to watch.

The hall is dark and Kara cuddles next to me in an attempt to get comfortable. I throw a casual arm around her shoulder pulling her closer.

Her head rests against my neck and a whiff of lavender fills my senses. Her hair smells really good.

"I am happy that you agreed to this," she mumbles against my shirt.

"I'm happy that I did," I say.

I can feel her lips curling to a smile and her eyes make their way to mine. The coffee-like orbs twinkle in the dark like bright stars in the night sky. Like always they make me feel warm, and I hug her a little closer.

"Thank you," she whispers.

"No," I say, "Thank you."

She giggles softly.

The opening credits roll on the screen and both of us turn towards the screen.

My eyes fix on the senseless images that flash across the screen, but my mind is elsewhere, torturing me with the fact that I have to tell Kara that this is a dare. The whole thing we have between us, whatever it is, is actually a dare.

I wonder if telling her now would have the minimum effect. But that would ruin the dare.

I would lose.

The boys would be happy to point that out. But if I wait any longer, I don't know if I could bring myself to ever say the words. Just thinking about it sends goosebumps down my spine.

Kara laughs at something the actors in the movie say. There are giggles all over the hall, but Kara's stand out.

They remind me of happiness. It feels oddly comforting. And I find myself laughing along with her although I have no idea what's making her laugh in the first place.

She is like a sweetener to my bland life. Someone that makes me feel something for the first time in my life. I can't lose that. The feeling is too precious to let go.

With her by my side, right at this moment, I know for sure that she is someone that I do not want to let go.

But the dare?

The dare! The freaking dare!

But Kara is a good girl. I hope that she will know me to my fullest by the time it comes to break it to her. Maybe she will forgive me. I hope she does.

Although my mind knows that the idea is absurd, my heart grasps at the last straws of desperate hope.

Everything would be alright.

Chanting it over and over in my mind, I pull Kara in closer, resting my head against hers. I don't want this to end on a bad note.

Everything is going to be alright.