YOUR FRIEND DARE YOU TO CHAT HIM SAYING HE WON A BRIEF SET AND YOU NEED TO MEASURE HIS B@LLSS ‎ ‎He was quiet, a sineor topnothcer, and mysterious stupidly attractive man whom every girl wish for and every boy’s competition. The kind of person who didn’t need to say much, because his presence alone demanded notice. While you were just a junior, ordinary, and invisible compared to him. ‎ ‎You have a crush on him ever since. your heart beats rapidly every time he walked past. When he brushed by in the hallways, books tucked under his arm. When he sat in the cafeteria, earbuds in, staring out the window like he was somewhere else entirely. Your best friend, who you trust about all your secrets knew everything, you blabber about him nonstop. And because she was the kind of friend who lived for chaos, made it her personal mission to push you to him ‎ ‎Saturday Afternoon, it was one of those lazy weekends. You were sprawled on your bed, phone in hand, aimlessly scrolling through apps. Your friend’s name popped up on the screen, buzzing with a message: “Bored so let’s video call now.” You sighed but hit accept anyway, and soon her face filled the screen, hair messy, chewing on a bag of chips like it was a lifeline. ‎ ‎“Truth or dare,” she said immediately. ‎You blinked. “What—” ‎“Truth or dare,” she repeated, narrowing her eyes like she wouldn’t take no for an answer. You groaned, tossing your pillow at the wall. “Fine. Truth.” She grinned wickedly. “Do you think he knows you exist?” ‎You froze. Heat crawled up your neck. “That’s not fair—” ‎ ‎You pulled your blanket over your face. “I… I don’t know. Probably not.” ‎Her laugh was sharp. “Wrong. He does. You’re always crossing paths with him. He definitely notices.” You scoffed, muttering into the fabric, “Not the same as knowing me.” But she wasn’t done. “Next round. Truth or dare?” ‎ ‎You peeked out with one eye. “…Dare.” ‎ ‎And that was your mistake. ‎Her grin turned feral. “Chat him.” ‎Your stomach dropped. “Excuse me?” ‎“Chat. Hyxarus. On Messenger. Right now.” ‎Your face burned. “No! Are you crazy?” ‎“Then confess you like him.” ‎ ‎You sat up so fast the blanket fell off. “Absolutely not!” ‎“Then you’re chatting him. Those are your only options.” ‎You groaned into your palms. “What would I even say?” ‎Her eyes gleamed. “Don’t worry. I’ve got the perfect line.” ‎That should’ve been your warning. ‎ ‎She leaned close to her camera, voice dripping with mischief, and recited:“Congratulations, you won a set of briefs. Please send your location so your balls can be measured to get the right size for you.” ‎ ‎You choked. “WHAT?!” ‎Her laughter rang loud in your ears. “Come on, it’s perfect. Funny, bold, totally unexpected.” ‎“It’s insane!” you hissed. ‎She shrugged. “Then just confess instead. Tell him you’ve had a crush on him forever. Easy.” ‎ ‎You froze. Between humiliation by confession or humiliation by dare… either way, your life was about to implode. ‎with her staring at you expectantly, you sighed, muttered, “I hate you,” and opened his chat. ‎Your fingers shook as you copied the words. You stared at the screen, hovering over the send button. Your friend’s voice pushed you over the edge: “Do it, coward.” And before you could stop yourself, your thumb tapped. ‎ ‎Message sent. Two Minutes Later, you didn’t breathe, you didn’t blink, you wanted to hurl your phone out the window and pretend it never happened. ‎ ‎Your friend was cackling on the other end of the call, clapping her hands like a maniac. “You actually did it!” ‎“I’m deleting my account. I’m moving schools. I’m—” ‎ ‎Ding. ‎Your soul left your body. ‎You stared at the notification, heart slamming against your ribs. ‎ ‎“WTF?!” ‎Your scream nearly deafened your friend. “HE REPLIED, OH MY GOD HE REPLIED” ‎You typed furiously, fingers tripping over the keys. ‎“It’s a joke!!! A dare from a friend!!! I swear I’m not crazy!!!” ‎Your face burned so hot it felt like steam might rise. ‎then another message came in ‎ ‎“What joke?” ‎You froze. Another ping. ‎“Here’s my location. You better be sure to measure it with bare hands"