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"No, I can't lose! No! This is all your fault, Juliet! If you would have just shut up!" Oh,?so?she?lost.?"Shut up, it's not my fault you don't know how to play better than him!" Tristan laughed on the other side, unscrewing a bottle of water and taking huge gulps from it. He was all sweaty, his white shirt sticking to his body which emphasised his muscles and his toned stomach. For a moment, I thought I saw Olivia gawk at him. But that might only be my imagination. Olivia can never liked a guy like him. I mean she hated him. She had made it obvious on more than one occasion. "So..." Tristan spoke. I didn't notice he had come on our side, "about the dare..." He left the sentence hanging, knowing Olivia would catch on. "I won't do it," Olivia gritted out. "I was just kidding. I?knew?I wasn't going to lose!" "Oh, but you just did," Tristan said arrogantly. "I was distracted!" "Oh, no