Having three brothers, I hate being told I am scared to do something. I hate it even more when I am dared to do something because like a f*****g boy, they would call me chicken if I said no. I felt like I was a kid again and my brothers were making me prove something to them. As much as I wanted to walk away, I knew it would bug me everytime I would see Emiliano's face that he thought me a coward.
"Really? What are you ten?" I scoffed, but he still didn't back down. "I am not going to talk to you because you dared me to."
"But you'll stick out your tongue at your father? So maybe you are scared?"
"What do I have to be scared of?" I shrugged my shoulders. "You boring me to death?"
Emiliano shook his head. "You're scared that your father is right about me. Maybe you'll actually like me.
