Truth or Dare by Jacqueline Green

engaged and her mom had convinced Lanson to move to the Echo Bay house full-time after thewedding. In the blink of an eye, that life wasn’t Tenley’s past anymore, but her present.
    There was a bang on the door, making Tenley jump. She wondered if someone from the party had left something behind. Peeling herself out of the lounge chair, she crossed back through the pool house.
    “Did someone forget…?” she started to ask as she swung the door open.
    But there was no one there. The backyard was still, the grass barely rustling in the wind. Tenley took a tentative step outside. “Hello?” she called out. No one answered.
    As Tenley went to close the door, she noticed that a torn magazine ad had been taped to it.
    Her heart sped up as she reached for it. It was a page out of a Victoria’s Secret catalog, showing a model in a skimpy bikini. A note that looked as if it had been typed on an old typewriter was taped to the bottom.
Love truth or dare so much? Well, here’s a dare for you, Ten. You have an hour to post the truth about your new assets on Facebook--or I’ll spread the news for you. Be at the docks at midnight tonight, because the game is far from over.
    Tenley had to read the note three times before she could make the words come into focus. Who would leave this for her? She stepped outside once again. But the yard was empty, the only sound the thrumming of the ocean in the distance. Quickly, she tore the paper into tinypieces. She could feel her face burning red as she stomped back inside, drowning the pieces in the beer-soaked trash bag. Other than her mom, Caitlin was the only person who knew about her surgery, and there was no way Caitlin could have sent her this.
    Someone at the party must have guessed. Her boobs were really natural looking—they’d better be, for what she’d paid for them—but they weren’t exactly subtle on her small frame. They must have thought they were so clever, whoever they were, playing on the truth or dare game from last night to mess with her.
    She headed back to the main house, fuming. What if Guinness had found the note? She couldn’t help but cringe. She thought about how he’d asked her to take her dress off earlier. Would he have still wanted that, if he knew? Suddenly something occurred to her.
That’s a dare.
There’d been a glint in his eyes when he said it. What if
he
was the one who’d left the note? He had been in the pool house only moments earlier….
    Tenley blew out an angry breath as she stalked into her bedroom, yanking the door shut behind her. She was being paranoid. It was a nasty joke and nothing more. She stopped in front of the mirror, turning a little to admire her new additions. She’d gotten them done last year, when she lived with her mom’s cousin in California for the month of August. She’d gone to one of those famous L.A. surgeons whose résumé read like a who’s who of celebrity boobs. Tenley lifted her dress off, letting it fall to the floor. Even in her bra, they looked perfect. It was only when you looked really closely that you could tell. She unhooked her bra, dropping it on top of her dress. The scar lines were tiny and growing fainter by the day, but still, they were there.
    She couldn’t believe someone had made such a lucky guess last night. She just hoped none of her pageant competition would notice.Her mom had signed her up for the Susan K. Miller Scholarship Pageant, which was taking place in Echo Bay next weekend, and technically plastic surgery was against the rules. But it was fine; she would just have to make sure no one saw her topless.
    “You would not believe this gala last night, Ten Ten.” Her mom burst into her room in a cloud of chiffon and Chanel No. 5. “It made the Troye Tennis Club look
third world
.”
    “Mom!” Tenley yelped, grabbing a blanket off her bed to cover up. “Haven’t you heard of knocking?”
    “Oh, don’t be embarrassed,” her mom said with a dismissive wave of her hand. Her