The Bet (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 11

Katherine's POV

I walked confidently towards the parking lot with a trembling Amy beside me. I looked slightly at her, she was looking down at the floor and her face was burning bright red. I guess she truly was nervous. Well, I can't blame her. I can be quite intimidating.

We walked in silence until we reached my car. Once we did I stopped in front of the passenger seat and opened the door for her. She blushed profusely but said a small "thanks" before entering the car. I smiled brightly at her even though I was dying inside.
I couldn't believe she was actually going to my house. That's insane, I mean, I fucking hated her and now I was supposed to act all sweet and all with her. It was excruciating.
She on the other hand seemed to like it though. Well, who wouldn't really?

I walked around the car and made my way to the drivers seat. I quickly opened the door and got in. Amy was looking out the window, she heard me entering the car and I saw that she started shaking slightly. I couldn't understand her. It was almost like she was afraid of me.

"Hey, you ok? You're shaking." I said looking at her, she looked down at the car floor.

"I'm ok." She simply said and I shrugged. If she didn't want to tell me what was wrong I didn't really give a fuck.

"Ok then..." I said and started the car.

We drove in silence for a few minutes and the silence was starting to bother me so I turned the radio on. Amy looked at me with a smile on her face but shortly after blushed and turned her head to the window.

"Never took you for a fan of classical rock." She said still looking out the window. I cussed myself remembering that I still had my I-pod plugged in. It may sound stupid but no one really knew the things I truly enjoyed. Actually most people in my circle of friends thought the kind of music I liked sucked.

"Yeah, I guess my father borrowed my car and plugged his I-pod in." I said trying to avoid the subject. She smiled still looking at the window.

"Well, your dad has good taste in music. Bon Jovi is awesome." She commented and I looked at her in amazement. It was hard to see someone my age that actually liked the classics.

"He does." I said smiling and looking ahead.

The rest of the ride was silent, but not the uncomfortable kind of silence I was experiencing earlier.
This one was comforting, we both had our minds on something and we enjoyed the ride as we listen to music. I could never do that with one of my friends. They couldn't shut up for a second even to save their lives. I chuckled to myself. Oh the irony, here I was finding it comfortable to be around the person I hated the most. God, I might be getting sick.

Once we got near my house I saw Amy gawking through the corner of my eyes. I smirked, she probably haven't even seen a house with more than two bedrooms. If she was surprised by just looking at the outside, imagine how she would be once she actually got inside.

I parked the car in front of the house and exited. I was too lazy to put in the garage, the chauffeur would take care of it. I mean, that's what he's paid for right?

Amy stepped out of the car shyly and I forced myself to smile at her. She gingerly smiled back but still didn't look me in the eye.

"Come on in." I said taking her hand and guiding her inside

Amy's POV

She took my hand, still with a beautiful smile on her face. I couldn't help but blush ten shades of red. She then pulled me inside the house and before I could stop myself I gasped at the sight.