The Betting Game - Chapter Seventeen

Like hell, I won't let him see the messed up situation of my room. Usually my room is clean ... really.
Amelia's POV

I looked through my closet for anything proper but nothing seemed to work. Should I wear a skirt? After a few minutes of going through my clothes I decided on black skinnies and a red frilly top. I shouldn't overdo it, right? I mean, I don't usually dress up for school or anything for that matter, so why should I now?


I jumped at the sudden loud voice and glared at Clara. I was going to pull my hair into a ponytail but she stopped me. "Clara! Don't you want to get to school on time?!"

She rolled her eyes and patted my head. "You're lucky you have silky hair. Keep it down. It will look better." She grabbed my arm and pulled me out of my room.

Mum was preparing omelets in the kitchen. She grinned at us and handed Clara her usual cup of coffee. "Morning hun," she said.

"Morning mum," I kissed her on the cheek and sat at the table with Clara as she put our plates in front of us, and got my favorite orange juice for me. She sat next to me after that and I took a deep breath, and mustered some courage to tell her what I couldn't tell her yesterday.


She took a sip of her coffee and looked at me. "Hmm?"

"I ... uh ... I'm going to come home with Tyler. We're ... uh ... going to hang out here."

Clara looked at me with wide eyes, but I ignored her of course. Mum put down her cup of coffee and folded her arms against her chest, raising her eyebrow in the process. "Tyler?"

Was that her way of intimidating me? "Tyler Collins mum."

"Oh! Ever since when have you gotten so close?"

"We go to the same school, we're both seniors and I teach his brother, Tanner. We kinda ... uh ... became friends."

"Just friends?" Clara teased, and I glared at her. Mum, to my horror, laughed like that was the funniest thing she'd heard in a while.

"Sure, bring him over. I'd like to officially meet the son of the person I'm working for."

I think I did a big mistake. The whole drive to school, Clara kept giving me knowing looks.

"What?" I finally asked.

She grinned. "You seriously like him."

I do actually. He's a great guy, but do I have to tell her now? Nope ... not until I tell him first. I just gave Clara a smile and shrugged. She sighed and turned back to the road.


"So, you don't have any siblings?" Tyler asked while driving us to my house.

I grinned. "What are you worried about?"

"Big brothers. I heard they can be really protective."

"No ... I'm an only child. Rest assured. I live with my mum." Well, since Ash isn't here anymore.

10 minutes later he stayed seated in his car for a few minutes until I practically dragged him to my doorstep. I gave him a reassuring smile before ringing the bell.

My mum came to the door almost immediately. She was wearing her sky blue apron over her knee-length purple skirt and violet shirt. I could smell the strong scent of chocolate chip cookies from here. Mum was cooking!

"Mrs. Bryans," he shook her hand in that professional way and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"You must be Tyler. Nice to finally meet you." She put her hand on his shoulder and ushered him in. "Come on Mia."

I tagged along like an idiot, listening to them talk about cookie recipes. Tyler cooks? Nah! Doesn't seem like it. I ran to his side, brushing my arm against his and I think he tensed for a second.

"You guys just play around while I make some tea," mum said before scurrying back to the kitchen. She's such a classic! I smiled at him as he awkwardly rocked back and forth on his heels with his hands in his pocket.

"Do you want to ... watch a movie or something?"

"Your room?"

My room? I blushed and almost choked on my own saliva. Instead of looking at him like an idiot I smiled ... rather nervously.

"It's upstairs. Too tiring to walk ... how about you wait for me in the living room?"

"It's ok. You don't-"

I ran up, taking two steps at a time. Like hell, I won't let him see the messed up situation of my room. Usually my room is clean ... really, but since yesterday I've been playing around with my clothes so basically everything is thrown around ... including my underwear. I took every single piece of clothing or anything else I could find and threw it into my closet. It looked pretty decent after that.


My head snapped to the side, my hair swishing and slapping me in the face at the same time and I winced at the sudden pain.

"I told you to wait-"

"Was there something I shouldn't see? You could just say it. I would understand," he smirked and my brows furrowed.

"Oh no ... what?"

I looked around my room and mentally slapped my face when I saw the pads that had fallen out of my drawer while I was pushing stuff into it too. I immediately ran over and kicked the pads under the bed. Why didn't mum check my room? She's too much into cooking.

I heard his sexy laugh and stared at him as he almost doubled over with laughter. I crossed my arms against my chest and tapped my feet impatiently on the floor, waiting for him to finish.

"Sorry ... but this is really..."

"Stupid, huh? I must be really dumb and ugly to you. I don't have the best personality either."

He stopped at that and stood up straight. I thought he was going to admit to it but instead he looked serious and a little annoyed. He took long quick strides until he was standing just inches away from me.

"You don't get to say that," he said. He put his hand on my shoulder and looked me in the eyes. "You're amazing." His hand moved down my arm until it reached my hand and intertwined it with mine.

I couldn't stop looking at those mesmerizing blue eyes. "How can you not hate me?"

My eyes dropped down reluctantly. I don't deserve him. His free hand lifted my chin up so I was looking at him again. "Why should I?"

"Don't you feel wronged?"

He grinned, showing his pearly whites. "No, because I know who you are. I trust you. You're different from the girls in my life. You care. You cared ever since the first time I saw you. Whatever you did was just a mistake. I know you regret it. You're too easy to read."

I stared at him, wide-eyed. He's perfect. This guy is perfect, and right now hearing him say that, hurts more. It makes me realize how lame and unappreciative I am.

"I'm sorry," I mutter.

He pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear and then turned away. "Let's just forget it. Ok?"

I nodded and sat on the edge of my bed as he looked at the pictures posted on the walls. His eyes landed on a particular picture and I looked down as I kicked my legs back and forth. It was a picture of me and Asher at the beach. It was one of those pictures in which we looked almost the same. His hair was practically covering his eyes but you couldn't miss the big bright grin on his face. I'd looked at this picture so many times that I've memorized him in my mind.

"I'm afraid I might forget how he even looked. People say we look the same, but he's different. He's so different from me."

He frowned. "You have a brother?"

"Had ... he's gone now. He was my twin brother."

His eyes searched mine and for a moment I thought he was going to ask me what happened, but instead he asked, "Are you ok?"

"Hmm?" I raised an eyebrow and just then my mum walked in with a tray of cookies and tea.

"Lunch will be ready in 30 minutes so do whatever you want now," she said as she shoot us both a warm smile and walked out, keeping the door open. Ugh, mum.

"Mia, are you-"

"It's my fault," I blurted. "My brother's death ... is my stupid fault..."


It's a short chapter I know, and I'm posting late again, but guys I need more feedback and encouragement. Thanks to those who commented and read though.
Published: 8/20/2013
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