The Betting Game - Chapter Sixteen

Yes, it bothers me when he's around her. It bothers me like hell when he makes her smile or laugh. I want him away from her...
I shook my head so hard my hair fell out of my lose ponytail and flowed down my back. I sighed and tried tying it back up but Clara stopped me.

"What are you thinking about?" She raised an eyebrow at me before turning her attention back to the dresses. Yes, we were dress shopping. I shrugged as I absentmindedly looked through a rack. I took a random violet colored dress and held it out.


"Gorgeous!" Clara blurted. I gave her a look as she took the dress and held it close to me. "You have to try it on! I never knew you had fashion sense!!"

I rolled my eyes as she pushed me into the fitting room. It took me 10 minutes to actually wear it and zip it up. The zipper was at my side and on my attempt to zip it up, I think I hurt my shoulder. I gathered my hair and pushed it onto my right shoulder.

I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. The bodice was tight and then it loosened up a bit and reached just above my knees. It was sleeveless and had small purple roses designed around the waist area like a belt. I looked down at the converse I was wearing and sighed. I walked out to where Clara held a sky blue dress. Her eyes widened when she saw me.

"OMG! You are so getting this dress. Purple looks amazing on you!"

I ran a hand through my hair and smiled. "It's your turn."

While Clara changed into her own picked out dress, I changed out of mine in the other fitting room. A few minutes later she came out wearing the sky blue dress that reached mid-thigh. It also had a tight bodice and unlike mine, though it puffed up on its way down. It had sparkly sapphire gem-like stones below and it had tiny straps rather than sleeves.

"Must take. It's beautiful!"

She grinned as she scurried back to change into her own clothes. Apparently, after wearing that dress, she felt too plain in her normal clothes.

"We're getting the shoes next!" She exclaimed as she looped her arm into mine and dragged me to a shoe shop. I groaned. I don't really hate getting new clothes. I just hate the mall.


Tyler's POV

I noticed Jessie eying me during practice. Honestly, I think I already told her, I had no interest in her. Jason nudged me not-so-gently and nodded towards her. "What does she want?"

I ran a hand through my hair and sat down on the bench after grabbing a water bottle. Jessie took that as a chance to run over and spill her guts out ... not literally.

"Tyler! Ty hey," she seemed way too excited. "Tyler!"

I had to turn and look only at her so she would continue. She smiled once I did, then her smile slowly turned into a frown. "I don't want to be saying this ... but..."

"Jessie, I'm busy."

"It's about Amelia!"


"She lied to you."


"I'm sorry but I had to do it. I thought something was strange because she seems really close with both you and Nick. I thought she might be two-timing so I followed her. Guess what I found out?"

"That guy again!" I glared at her.

She just smiled sheepishly and decided to continue. "Apparently she and her friends have this silly game where they bet on something and see if they win."

I blinked in confusion and I think she sighed out of frustration. "You were a bet Ty. Amelia was supposed to get you to fall in love with her. You asking her out to the dance means she won. She's using you!"

I didn't move. Not that I would believe her without asking Mia herself, but if it was true ... then it's over for me. I might sound stupid right now, but I've never had this kind of feelings before. I've never cared for someone so much. Yet, the only person I did feel like opening up to ... was actually playing around?

"Now that you know ... omg! Doesn't the fact that she's doing all this with the guy you hate the most aka Nick, piss you off even more?"

I think that hit a nerve. I stood up immediately, my arms clenched at my side. If she was doing everything for some stupid bet then fine! I could have talked to her about it, but Nick?! Seriously, that shithole knows?! They've been planning it together!

I pushed my way forcefully towards the school hall where the seniors and freshmen classes were getting ready for their next class. It took me a while to find her but even when I did, she was standing at her locker as usual. Her long hair was tied into a high ponytail. She grabbed a few books from her locker before shutting it and looking at the person beside her. Nick! Why is it always him?

Yes, it bothers me when he's around her. It bothers me like hell when he makes her smile or laugh. I want him away from her. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of her. She looked back between me and the douche before clearing her throat and pulling me away.

"Tyler, don't you have practice?"

My eyes searched hers. If I ask her straight on, will she lie to me? Can her eyes lie to me? I stared at the butterfly bracelet on her wrist and sighed. It's now or never.

"Did you ever care about me? Back at the clinic ... was it all a lie?"

Her eyes widened in shock. It was adorably funny but I wasn't in the mood to make fun of her right now. "If you don't want to have anything to do with me then I'm ok with it. Just answer." Hell, ok with it? What else should I say? 'Maybe I should rape you right now ... that would be good punishment for making a fool out of me.' If I wasn't being serious, I would have laughed at that thought.

"What are you trying to say?" she asked. Her hold on her books had tightened. I could tell from the whitening of her knuckles.

"You know exactly what I'm trying to say. Was I just a game to you? Were you seriously betting on me falling for you?"

She grabbed my arm again and this time pulled me away to the lab which was currently empty. "Tyler, I wanted to talk to you about that," she said.

"Oh, so it's true. I heard you won because I asked you to the dance. How does it feel?" Sarcasm was evident in my voice but at the moment I didn't care.

Her eyebrows furrowed together and she leaned against the desk. "That was the plan. I couldn't do it."

"Why? You feel bad for me?"

"No. I-"

"Well, it's not like I have that amazing life everyone thinks I have. You have seen it."

Her expression hardened. "Tyler, I'm sorry but you're not the only one. You think your life is pitiful? Well, mine's not that great either. I. Will. Never. Pity. You. It's called sympathizing."

I stepped closer to her until her back was pressed against the desk. "Oh really?"

"My life's not that perfect either!" My eyes were trained on her and I immediately cupped her cheek with one hand while my other hand went down on the table trapping her there.

"Enlighten me," I hissed.

I think I held my breath when the first tear pushed its way past her eyes and onto my hand that was still caressing her cheek. Even if she was going to murder me ... I don't think I'd want to see her cry. I hate being the one to cause it.

"You ... you d-don't get it!! You never will. I'm also in p-pai-" I pulled her into a tight hug to stop her nonsense. "I'm sorry Tyler," she said before breaking down into a fit of cries. I just hope no one comes in right now. It would be the gossip of the week ... or worse ... the gossip of the month.

After a few minutes she calmed down and gently pulled away. "Sorry, I think I made your shirt wet."

Oh great! I grinned despite myself. "It's fine."

"You hate me, don't you?"

I love you ... hell no! I am not saying that! It's too ... too... "I don't. I just want to know if I'm still a game to you."

"You're not! Trust me. I've changed."

"Then why aren't you telling me? Why aren't you telling me why you just cried?"

She shook her head. "Not now Tyler. I can't trust myself not to break down again."

I rocked on my heels like an idiot and scratched the back of my head. "Then ... can I come over today?"

I regret asking that. She suddenly looked so nervous. Well, of course she would be. I've never really been to her house before, and now it's like I'm inviting myself, but I want to go. I want to know her more. I think I'm even more curious now ... I mean, I've always known she was a little distant and probably had a past that's painful for her, but after seeing her break down like that ... I became even more curious.

"Sure. We can go together after school. You can meet my mum too." She seemed a little unsure at the end, as if she was asking if it was alright to meet her mum.

I grinned. Meeting her mum doesn't it mean I just got closer to her? Beat that Nick! If it all started with a bet then maybe I could end it with love. I don't care about being cheesy and weird anymore. I love her. No matter how much she stabs me ... I will still love her. I can't deny it anymore. There's just something that draws me to her.


Hey Guys,

I know I'm posting really late but I've been away for a while. So, I wrote this chapter last night when I came back.

I know it's short and maybe not what you guys expected. Just comment and let me know what you think. I'll update the next chapter as soon as I can.
Published: 8/12/2013
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