Haley was too proud. Too proud for her own damn good. So proud, in fact, that even the idea of being called chicken for refusing this stupid, stupid dare was inconceivable to her. You were sat in a circle with Alex and of course, Haley, all three of you a few shots into the night... and Haley needed a helluva lot more if she was going to even consider going through with this dare. Alex smirked as his mirth-filled eyes flitted between you both, knowing that daring Haley to kiss you was possibly the most backwards thing he could’ve done all night. She stared at you for what felt like an eternity, her jaw tense and her hands balled up into fists in her lap; you could practically see the gears turning in her head as she considered the actual idea of even kissing you. You were some grungy, roughed-up farmer - the epitome of everything Haley despised. Mangy, disgusting... drop-dead gorgeous...

“She’s not gonna do it,” He then teased, elbowing you in the side as he shot Haley a look, “She’s too chicken.” You could see the exact moment that Haley snapped, her eyes immediately shooting daggers at Alex before she scowled out a response,

“I’ll only do it if you’re not looking,” She then muttered to him, crossing her arms over her chest. Her tone made it clear that her condition was final, and that she was obstinate with that decision. Alex just shrugged, turning his back on the two of you. You felt like the walls were closing in on you, her eyes narrowing as she reached into her handbag to get a mint, showcasing some of that classic, innate pettiness of hers.