Snippet #1825083

Reiner Solan

Reiner slipped his hands into his jeans and stood smirking as he watched Jack overexaggerate on the “importance” of their little dare. Stop spewing hot air and just get to it, dick. One girl who's crazy enough, shy enough, quiet enough, cold enough, or just plain bitchy enough, that the whole dare is to get that one girl to fall for you... Jack was dragging out his words. Reiner shifted, the guy's voice grating on his nerves. He never did like Jack. Brutish moron. As the football player drawled on and postured -a tried and tested scare tactic he seemed quite fond of- Reiner glanced over at the other participants. It seemed like Jacks method was working... the guys beside him struggling to persevere. Poker faces, each one of them. Some better than others. Idiots. Why did you even accept, if you're already sweating? You know he won't make it easy.

He was last in line, so he got to savor the faces of his fellow dares as they received their slips of paper. Some blew it off, others cocky or just downright pissed. Hah.. He looks like he’s gonna hurl. The hat stooped in front of him, drawing his attention away. Reiner raised his eyes to Jack's, slipping his hand into the hat to close around the last piece of paper.

"...well, you all know the goal. All you gotta do it get 'em to say those three magic little words," This made him raise a brow. That wasn’t what he was told when Jack had dared him to get in on this. What? It’s not good enough to wrap them around my finger? I got to make them tell me they love me? He shook his head, chuckling. That was low, even for him. Leave it to Jack to be such a fucking douche. "And if you fail, or if you chicken out...well, everyone's gonna know how much of a fuckin' pussy you are." Reiner rolled his eyes, waving the piece of paper at Jack tauntingly; “I don’t see you sticking your ass out here with the rest of us.” Then unfolded it. “Oh wait. I forgot.. There’s no shame in being gay Jack-“ His playful smirk slipped from his face as he read the name scrawled on his slip.

Izzie.

His hands twitched, dark eyes flicking up to glare into Jack's. “Bitch. You rigged this shit.” Unlike the others, Reiner wasn’t here to keep up any reputation. He was far removed from those who actually cared about “popularity” or where they stood in the school's status quo. His reputation came from throwing shit down. Popularity took too much effort, he didn’t have the time or the patience to keep people satisfied.. As if he actually gave a damn. Reiner couldn't conform to anything but himself. Fuck me if I ever kiss Jack’s ass. Who was Jack but a big, meaty brawler? And you know it Brother. I could have any of your girls on my dick if I wanted. It wasn’t like cheerleaders were all that hard to get. The little whores. Reiner hadn’t accepted this dare because he cared what Jack and his pack of slobbering dogs thought. He wanted a challenge. Jack offered a distraction. He would prove he could get anyone.
Anyone. Even the ice queen.

Reiner licked the paper and slapped it on Jacks forehead in passing. “Izzie huh? You would, you fucker.” Shouldering his bag Reiner glanced back over his shoulder at Jack with a grin; “If you’re showing at the next party- bring beer. And for god’s sake make sure it’s cold this time.”