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The Betting Game - Chapter Nine

He turned me toward him and wiped the blood off my nose and lips with his thumb. He shot me a stupid grin. "This won't happen again. Promise."
I watched as Tanner worked on his additions and subtractions. That's what he was most weak at... Math. It was rather cute watching him count the numbers off on his fingers.

"I don't mind you staring, but it's going to burn a whole in my face."

My jaw dropped the moment those words were out of his mouth. Did he just say that? This kid is wittier than I thought. He turned to me after a few seconds and grinned. "I know you like him." His big blue eyes blinked at me innocently.

"What? Tanner, you're supposed to be studying." I scolded.

"But you like him, don't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I lied. "Let me see what you've done." I reached out for his paper but he pulled it away. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Tanner!"

"Answer me first."

I crossed my arms against my chest and tapped my foot on the marble floor. "One..."

His eyebrows furrowed and he frowned. "Do you?"

"Two..." Why did he have to be so stubborn?

"You're avoiding it because you like my brother, don't you?!"

Well, this little boy can be quite difficult. "Tanner, I'm not here for your brother. Whether I like him or not has nothing to do with me tutoring you. So, will you behave or not?" He stared at me for a long time then sat back down in his chair.

"They all like him. All of them come here for Tyler."

I raised an eyebrow questioningly then I realized what he was saying. He caused all his tutors to run away because they were there for Tyler not him.

"Well, I don't. Honestly, your brother is always starting stupid fights. I believe you're different though, so will we work together or be stubborn and annoying like Tyler?"

He just stared at me like I was out of my mind. "Yes or no?" I asked.

This time he slowly nodded and passed his paper over to me. He only had a few correctly solved but it was still pretty impressive considering how all his quiz papers were blank. "Tanner... was failing something you did on purpose?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

His eyes widened but he shook his head... a little too quickly. I slammed a few other papers on the table in front of him. "Shall we work harder?" A smug smile formed on my face as he sighed and grabbed a hold of his pencil again.

2 hours later and Tyler is driving me home like last time. I was already exhausted and didn't even feel like keeping my eyes open. This happens when you teach someone to do Math properly. I myself suck at Math so thank God I'm just teaching addition and subtraction.

I leaned back on the comfortable seats and closed my eyes. Tyler seemed unusually quiet which I didn't really mind at the moment. After a few more minutes, he cleared his throat causing me to sit up and look out of the window. Home already. I could take a little nap.

"Mia," he stopped me before I could unbuckle my seat belt. "What's the deal with you and the new kid?"

"It's Nick."

"Whatever. He's weird."

"I know, but I got used to it already. So you get used to it too."

"I don't like him."

"Tyler, I'm tired. Stop being immature and get over it," I tried getting out again, but he grabbed onto my arm.

"Immature? Really? Is that what it seems like?" He snorted.

I stared at him for a while and suddenly I felt frustrated that his hair was messily covering his left eye. Sometimes he can be really weird. I thought popular people always looked neat. I guess Tyler has his bad days. He still looks pretty good though... not that I'd tell him that. I leaned over to brush the hair out of his eyes. He immediately pushed my hand away. "Don't forget that I'm also a guy. Don't just go around calling me immature," he said.

"Tyler, I-"

"I guess I'll see you on Monday," he interrupted.

I frowned but decided not to say anything. Instead, I walked out of the car quietly. Damn you, Tyler. Now, I feel guilty. He's Mr. popular-rich guy after all. I must have really hurt his big ego.

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"Honestly, you should just stay away from him. The girls won't like it. I don't personally care much 'cause he's always been with me, but you need to watch out for the other girls."

It was gym class and I was in a really bad mood. Jessie had decided to choose this moment to bother me. I really wanted to take this time to run and feel free from everything. The thing is... I'm sharing this class with both Tyler and Jessie. I looked around the room and found Carla tying her shoes on one of the benches. She waved at me when she caught me staring and I smiled.

"I... I'll just go sit with Carla," I said, before jogging off. I turned to stare at Tyler for a moment. He stood with his group of friends, looking rather bored.

"Mia!"

I jumped back before Nick could slam me into one of his tight hugs again. He seems to like hugging me a lot. I rolled my eyes as he faked a hurt look.

The teacher got us to stand in lines a few minutes later. He announced that the basketball games will start next Friday, so for now we would help the team practice. He chose only a few people though. The rest had to run 3 laps. Unfortunately I wasn't chosen. Well, it's not like my basketball skills were any good.

I was about to join the others when Nick stopped me with a goofy grin on his face. "Teacher's calling you." I looked back to see the teacher motioning for me to go. "I may be more of a soccer player, but I do know when I see talent even if it's basketball. Make sure you kick Tyler's ass for me."

I grinned. "Seriously..." Before I could run toward the basketball field, Nick leaned close and planted a small chaste kiss on my cheek. I stood frozen in my spot until he turned and walked away. That kiss didn't really mean anything, right? I mean... ugh! I should concentrate right now.

I walked toward the team, glancing over at Tyler who had his eyes on the ball he was holding. I had a feeling he had seen what happened with Nick a while ago because all throughout the game he'd started avoiding me.

Honestly, I was frustrated. He's obviously better at playing than I was, so all I got was the ball being snatched from me in a blink of an eye. I can't count how many times he'd ran past me and I'd looked around in confusion... wandering where the ball had gone until I'd found him shooting another point.

30 min. later and I was trying hard to breathe while clutching my side. I really wasn't that fit. All that running and getting nowhere almost killed me. Anyway, I don't know how, but I saw a ball moving toward me from the corner of my eye. By the time I turned to it, it hit my face and I fell to the ground. I felt the pain shoot through my nose and lips. Thank God it didn't hit my eye.

"Mia! Get out of the way people," I realized that voice to be Tyler's. "What the hell? Why were you holding a ball? You can't even bounce it." Now this was the first time I hear him this angry. It was rather sexy. See? I get hit by a ball in my face, but it seems to be my brain that stops working properly. I didn't just think that. No... Tyler isn't... yea whatever.

"She started it! We already told her to stay away. She's a slut. She'll hurt you, Tyler." Who the hell was that? I definitely don't recognize that voice, and how am I a slut?

"Oh God... Are you ok?" I felt Nick's arm wrap around my waist as he pulled me up. I kept my eyes closed until I felt someone else grab onto me.

"I'll take care of her. It seems to be my fault."

This time I snapped my eyes open and balanced myself until I could stand on my own two legs. I knew this would end up happening at some point.

"Go away," Tyler snapped and the girls seemed to step aside.

"Nick can take her. Tyler, teacher says we have to continue practice," Jason joined. "He's already waiting."

"I said this is my problem. I'll take care of it."

I felt the trickle of blood reach my lips. Yuck. "I'm not disabled yet. I can go by myself," I finally said. If I thought my words could get any sense into him... I was wrong. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out. I had to keep trying to get him to let go.

"This has nothing to do with you Tyler. You don't need to feel responsible."

He turned me toward him and wiped the blood off my nose and lips with his thumb. He shot me a stupid grin. "This won't happen again. Promise."

I rolled my eyes and threw him a disgusted look as he wiped his finger on his shirt. "Don't worry... I'm planning to get a new shirt."

"So now we're talking?"

"What?"

"You were ignoring me all throughout the game."

"I wasn't. I was just concentrating on the game. Why? Were you jealous?"

I snorted. "Jealous of what? Are you sure that it's not you that's jealous?" I was joking around but he seemed to take it seriously.

He cleared his throat and opened the door to the clinic as soon as we got there. "Don't push it. I told I just don't like that guy."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

After I had cleaned up, he walked me to my next class with his hands casually in his pockets. "So... I'll drive you to my house after school. Dad thinks it's better if you come over after school so that you can finish earlier and get to your own studies."

"Yea ok." I looked up to meet his eyes and saw the usual smirk on his face.

"If you're late, you'll have to walk all the way. If I'm late, then just wait for me."

I gave him a look of disbelief, but he had already turned and walked away. He's still a jerk, alright.

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Published: 6/25/2013
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