Truth:Chapter 3

Truth: Chapter 3

Shit. I thought. I have to pick up Christina in 15 minutes. Ah, my tie. I hastily tied it, and was on my way.
10 minutes later I knocked on her door.
“Hello, Tom. Come in. I need to put on my earrings.” Christina motioned me into her small flat.
The first thing I thought when I walked in was: freakishly clean, and organized- very organized. (There was a desk with a mac laptop, printer, and bookshelves- lots of them, to the side a small kitchen and dining room, across from it a modest flat screen television. The room was tastefully decorated with vintage artwork on the walls. Of course, this is the author talking; not Tom.
Christina walked out from what appeared to be her room.
“How do I look?” she asked.
I stared open-mouthed. “Gorgeous.” I replied.
20 minutes later we were about the church.
Me and Christina exchanged a wry look.
The mass was boring and I couldn’t wait for the reception- except seeing my crazy relatives.
Once there, we were bombarded my aunts and uncles. All wanting to know if Christina was my girlfriend.
“She’s gorgeous; keep a hold on her; how long have you been dating?”
Needless to say, we left early.
In the car, we played the Truth Game.
“You are breaking the rules, Tom!” Christina screeched- I didn’t know someone could screech cutely.
“You said the only rule was being honest.”
“There are other rules! Another one of them, is there are passes or you lose the games. Now, answer the question. Have you ever had a threesome with a goat?”
“That’s a ridiculous question! Of course I haven’t!” She looked at me. “AND I chose to pass because it was a dumb question.”
“Hmn.” She replied.

“Don’t hmn me.” I was growing frustrated. She always ‘hmn’ when she disagreed.
“Your turn”
“Have you ever kissed a girl?” I smirked.
“Now, you are just being perverted! Asking that question to fulfill your horny manly man needs!” she huffed and crossed her arms.
“Cute tantrum, Chris, are you going to pass?” I knew by now she was competitive.
“ I have actually. Three. Truth or dare. Ah, my apartment. Bye.”

I laughed and walked her to her doorstep.
“What. No goodnight kiss?” I teased.
“Ask those streetwalkers over there” Christina then pointed to children in short skirts.
“Those are kids!”
“Still look like sluts!”
I laughed and walked away.