Betting With Love [On Hold]

Chapter Six: Who Do You Think You Are

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[Kristen]

The next day came way too fast. It was Wednesday, just two more until the weekends. Not that I’m anticipating it. I start working on Sunday, and the truth is, I’m nervous. Who is this Mr.Chance? What did he have to do with Heather’s job? I sighed. Life is so confused sometimes. The bus halted at the bus stop, and I hopped out.

Just breathe. In eight hours, it’ll all be better... I marched to my locker, dodging people and carefully opened the locker. Grabbing all my stuff, I checked the clock on the wall. I made it to school twenty five minutes early, so I have time to go and borrow a couple books before I needed to head over to my homeroom.

Slamming the locker door shut, I made my way back to the library, also known as, my safe haven.

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[Jared]

I looked around, making sure none of the guys know that I was here. Man, that would have been so damn embarrassing. I finally got the nerve to get the door, and I made my way in, holding the door so it wouldn’t slam like it always does. The guys and I always come here, so it would be a total killer of one of them was there. Especially Preston, that dude literally lived in here. I was halfway to the main desk, and then the wooden floor creaked. CRAP.

Mrs.Peterson came around the corner. She was laughing. “Oh christ, Jared! I thought you were one of those terrible jocks! They spray painted a bookshelf this morning. Also, what’s with the freakshow expression? As what you youngsters would say... What was it again? Oh- what is up?”

I loved Mrs.Peterson, she was the coolest old person that I know. She resembled a grandmother, if it wasn’t for her neon pink hair. She said it brought out her grey eyes, and I have to admit, she works that better than most sluts do. “Hey Mrs.P, good day to you too.” Mrs.Peterson rolled her eyes, and she must have been busy. “Alright. What’s really on your mind? I bet you didn’t come all this way to chat.”

I smiled, she really knew me well. “Well... I need a little something to help me, again...” I didn’t really want to tell her that I was betting with a girl’s heart, and that I needed serious help. She cocked a pink eyebrow, yes, she dyed them too. “I’m guessing, science test coming up soon? Math? Geography?” I sighed, “Actually, more complicated than that...” She nodded, and went behind her desk. “Advanced calculus?”

I smiled, clearly she knew what I’m getting at, she just didn’t want another awkward moment. “A-actually, it’s... It’s about a girl.” She smiled, and I knew she was about to launch into an hour long speech about love. I’ve been there for one, and there was absolutely no end.

“Well then, Jared. I will tell you this. Whoever this girl is, she better be treated right. I know who you are as a person, and I know how much your image-” she did the air quotes, “means to you. So, I will ask you this, do you truly like her?”

I swallowed hard, I truly didn’t know what to say. If that HER was a new bentley, maybe yes. “I-I... R-really, like her...”

“Do you think you are compatible?”

Crap. What is this? Interrogation? “I actually donno, I haven’t really.. talked to her... yet.” I guess that was the half truth, I didn’t really know this Kristen person anyways...