Betting With Love [On Hold]

Chapter One: My Life, My Choices?!?

Author's note: Happy face. That's all I can say. Here you go, my second story :D The first couple of chapters are boring, but please bear with me! I promise it'll get better. :D MWAH~ XOXO

Dedicated to broadwaygurl88, my BFF. Thank you for always being there!

P.S: JUST IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T READ THE WARNING. FIRST COUPLE OF CHAPTERS, EXTREME BORINGNESS. No hating. Kay thanks!

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[Kristen]

My clock yelled 8:00 am, red lights blinked in my face. Annoyed by the sound, I bashed my fist on the snooze button, shutting up that damn piece of plastic. I checked my phone, and 3 messages were waiting for me.

Gurrl! Have a good day! We miss you lots!~ Terry

I clicked on another contact name.

OMFG!!! Miss you! Things r not the same w/out you... :( ~ Kasey

I smiled, glad to know that I was missed back home. Finally, I clicked the last blinking contact.

I can't believe you left. Really. It took you long enough. :P ~ Tiff

Wow.. And I thought my day started off alright. Boy was I wrong... I thought to myself as I lay on my bed, staring up at the newly painted walls my room, now an ugly shade of butterfly pink. I missed my lime green walls that hung at my old house. I was enjoying the way the sun rose up into my window, and the smell of paint mixed with morning air.

My stepmom barged in, and sauntered over me. She was new to the whole 'knock-before-you-enter rule'. "God, Kristen, LOOK. AT. YOU." she grabbed a fistful of greasy hair and swung it into my face. I retorted at her, "Why don't you just screw off for once?!? No one wakes up feeling like the best thing that ever happened."

She sat on my bed, making the queen size mattress bounce. God, I hate her.

"Well. Then why can't you learn to BE perfect? I can't believe how sloppy and careless you are." she sighed dramatically, "And to think that one day you will take over the company! What a position you're in!" I rolled my eyes, and yelled in her face, "Considering what position you are on my bed, I can easily kick you off and make you belly roll out of my room!"

She got up in a flash, and walked to the door. Before she left, she sing songed, "Remember... School starts at 9. SHARP." I groaned, as my door slammed shut. Looks like I better get ready. I climbed out of bed, and opened my closet, the neatly pressed uniform hung on a rack, I rubbed my fingers over the emblem on the chest: Avon Academy, for excellence.

I sighed, what kind of school is this?

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[Ty]

The moment my driver opened the door, I was greeted with screams. Sigh, the things I have to put up with... I thought to myself as I smiled. I got out, and waved my driver off. He nodded and sped off, eager to get away from the crowd.

"I love you Ty!" some girl screamed, I winked, watching as the girl sigh in content. I began to push my way through the crowd, dodging hugs and avoiding kisses. I recognized 3 guys on the soccer field, and rushed towards them.

Brandon turned and waved me over, "Hey dude!" We high five and the other guys step aside to let me in the circle. I know this sounds gay, but not only girls talk in a circle. Just saying, you know?

Preston smiled and started to talk, his British accent was thicker than usual, "Did you hear? They published our first mag. They're starting to sell at lunch."

Jared laughed, "I can't believe if anyone would want to spend money on that crap."

I smirked, that reply came easily, "As long as we stay hot and sexy, they'll sell."

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[Brooke]

I can't believe it. He actually winked at me! My heart raced as my mind recall his eyes. They were nice green eyes, but I didn't expect it to be even more vivid up close. I could just imagine, our lips meeting for the first time... Shivers escaped my back. In your face Heather. Really, I was more suitable with him anyways.

Movement caught my attention, as Ty walked into the school campus... By himself! I rushed towards him, and then I stopped...

What if he hates fans? What if I didn't look good? What if it got awkward? What if, I act like a total loser? My mind freezes, and so do my steps. There were just so many things that could have gone wrong. So I stand there, dumbstruck in the middle of the field. I watch him as his muscular arm pull the door open... for a girl.

I squint against the sunlight, hoping to see who the lucky girl was. Her long chestnut hair glinted and swished around her shoulders. Ty stood, holding the door with two hands, and... he smiled, creating dimples at the sides of his cheeks. The girl simply ignored him and opened the other door, gone in without a single thought.

I stood there in shock, but then realized my potential of possibly talking to him. I ran towards the door, but I was too late. He walked in, and I was rewarded with a face full of metal.

Whoever that girl is, she should consider herself a lucky bastard.