Betting With Love [On Hold]

Chapter Five: Her Boss, My (New) Boss

Hello my lovelies! Here you go, chapter 5!!! I’m in the mood for writing, so yup, more reading for you! XOXO

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[Kristen]

Olivia dragged me back to the cafeteria, and plopped me down at one of the long benches where 3 other girls were sitting, huddled together, ogling over a magazine. Sure enough, it was another one of those copies of the four guys. I leaned in as Olivia scooted in the other side of the bench.

“Ohmigosh. No. Jared is so much hotter. Ty is one of those guys that does whatever it takes to get to you.” A redhead retorted. “UGH! Hell no. Ty is like, the all round best guy ever! Now if only he’ll talk to me...” Blondie flipped her hair and rolled her eyes. Divas much?

Olivia pulled the magazine out of their face, and closed it carefully. “Alright girls, enough drooling over... whoever. This is Kristen, she’s new. And yeah, she’s the one that totally dissed the hell out of Preston.”

All 3 girls gasped, the blondie said, “Freaking gosh. Her? No way. OMG, I feel so honored to talk to you!” The redhead and the brunette nodded. The brunette reglossed her plump lips, and she talked, “Like, yeah? You totally have no idea how much this means to us? Okay, so, I’m Lucia, this is Brooke, and this is Marcy? And yeah, you can like, totally hang with us?” She pointed a manicured finger at the blondie, then the redhead.

Okay, note to self, always assume that Lucia is not asking a question. Her funny way of talking actually made her sound so much more sophisticated than she intended to. Lucia is also so suave, I’m actually really jealous.

Brooke had amazing platinum blonde hair, it gleamed under the florescent light, it was absolutely dazzling. Her face was lightly freckled, and her baby blue eyes were heavily lined with black stuff, making her look like a human-slash-racoon. She pursed her lips, and finally said in a high pitched voice, “Hey... Kristen...”

Marcy turned, and instantly, I saw how full she was. She was probably several months pregnant. I stammered, hoping to sound less shocked that I really was. “U-um.. You’re?” She laughed, her green eyes gleamed, her face glowed. Yup. Typical prego. “Yeah, I am... Why? What’s wrong with that?” She sounded totally happy, not a care in a world. I’m guessing she doesn’t have any motives for her future...

Olivia pushed the magazine back to the girls, and immediately, the attention was taken off of me. Not that I’m complaining. The four girls formed a tight circle, leaving to fend for myself. They were happy, yet I could not share their excitement. I sighed, checking my watch. There wasn’t any time to stay and tried to act like it didn’t matter. Grabbing all my stuff, I navigated the school halls all the way to the ballroom. I checked my schedule, dance, Ballroom A. The last class that I have before I get home and bash my head with pillows. I sighed as I pushed opened the door.

I haven’t been learning well, I haven’t found anyone that I can actually confide in, and I’m just not myself here. What else can go wrong? I silently fumed as I stepped into the large room. The boys stood on far side of the room, fumbling to get on black shoes. The girls stood together in a large circle, as some of them teetered. I leaned in to see what they were doing, and I paled.

A heap of tall, pointy shoes lay in front of me. Wearing high heels wasn’t my forte, and neither is dancing in them... Can this day get any worse?

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[Olivia]

“Hey, guys. She’s gone.” I had managed to get Lucia, Marcy and Brooke close enough into whisper range. “Did you get a close look at her face?”

Brooke nodded, “Yeah, I did. She’s the one who totally blew off Ty this morning. I’m positive.”

Marcy smiled, “So, what’s the plan? I bet you’re cooking up something real ass funny right now.” Gosh. I can’t stand pregos. They have a tendency to be so obvious. Must be the baby hormones I guess... I rolled my eyes, hoping that patience came easier.

“W-ell... We could just blackmail her like usual. But I have a feeling this girl is a potential threat to the boys. So. We’re going to have to resort to other plans.”

Lucia’s dark eyes gleamed, “Okay? So, I have this plan that I saw online? I think it would get her really bad?”

We leaned in, and by the time Lucia finished talking, I was grinning ear to ear. That bitch Kristen won’t know what hit her...

[Kristen]

I opened my bedroom door and collapsed on my bed, the springs bounced and squeaked. I sighed, one day down, another freaking year to go before I can leave this damn place. I wonder what was going through my dad’s head, to leave me here with that hell of a woman. Really. He should really get a piece of my mind. I want to hit his face with a damn brick, and then give him a band-aid for it. Really, and on top of that, there’s nothing worth staying here. I don’t have any real family here, I didn’t make any new friends today, and there’s apparently four hot guys are harassing me. I sighed, I just really need a break. Flipping off the bed, I opened the mini fridge on my right. Pulling out a Kit Kat, I threw the wrapper and shoved the bar in my mouth. Rich chocolate filled my mouth. Well, at least chocolate is always there for me... A shrill voice brought me back to earth. “KRISTEN! GET YOUR @$$ DOWN HERE!” I rolled my eyes, looks like I better go downstairs and see what SHE wants. I stomped extra loud, hoping that stepmother will one day die of a killer migraine. That’ll show her.

“Yeah, Heather?” I said as I navigated my way around the kitchen and into the living room, where my one hell of a mother stayed to do yoga after work. She was twisted in a position that resembled a pretzel, but I kept that to myself.

“Gosh Kristen. I told you, you’re under my roof now, it’s mother or nothing. Anyways, come sit. I have things to tell you.” She gradually untwisted herself from the position, and sat up to look at me. I planted myself on the couch, and stared back at her.

“Alright, NOTHING. What did you wanted to tell me, NOTHING?” I grinned, I was being a little prick, but I was loving every second of it. Hey, it was mother or nothing after all...

Heather rolled her eyes, ignoring my insult. She continued in her high pitched voice, “Hon, we’ve talked about the rudeness in this house so many times. Any-hoo, I think it’s time for you to get a job. Hm? Don’t you think? You seriously need spending money to revamp that drab closet of yours, and you are NOT going to dent my credit cards. So, I set you up with a great paying job.”

Job? Me? Please, that’s the one thing that doesn’t go together. When I was in grade 8, my dad insisted that I take on a newspaper route. It was great, I mean, the pay was enough to get me a slurpee everyday. That was until I threw a paper into someone’s window and shattered it into a gazillion pieces. Oops.

I nodded along. “O-okay... What do you have in mind? If it involves newspapers, I’m calling quits. Nothing slutty, that too.”

She got up, rolled up her yoga mat in the speed of a turtle. She was killing me, I swear, patience must be her middle name. “Kristen, starting next week, you’re going to be working as a part-time maid at this address-” she handed me a small slip of paper. “Everyday after school, you are to work there, until you are dismissed by some fat lady in charge. I worked hard getting you this position, so pretty please don’t screw this up, okay?” She pouted, and pushed her red lips as far as they can go. “Alright. Get outta here, I’m starting my aerobics, so shoo, off you go.”

I glared at her, and begun to trudge my way back upstairs. Of course, you never care or listen to anything I have to say. Nothing that comes out of my mouth matters to you, does it? I hope you accidentally mess up superglue with your lipstick, and you end up not being able to talk ever again!

I slammed the door to my room, and reunited with the Kit Kat bar that I left behind. I turned over the card stock-

Chance Residence.

158 XXXXXXXXX XXX Blvd.

The rest was scrawled in Heather’s cursive.

Be there. I mean it. Everything depends on you now. Treat my boss right, will ya?

Her boss? Oh crap. Crap indeed.