BOUND 2 (GxG)

At The Hands Of Karter Greyson

After being given a chance to explain, Karter didn't waste a second to say, "It was back in August—I didn't know you like that yet, and after I caught you staring at me at my first soccer match, and then Davis saw it too... we made a bet that I could get you to fall in love with me," she explained, making my insides churn even more. I'm actually going to throw up. "I seriously didn't realize that you were going to make a bet with me later on at that party."

Now that was completely accurate—I'm the one who drew up the bet that night at the party, but it still doesn't change the fact that she had a bet on me first. 

Even at the beginning, our bet didn't feel like it was real at times—but does that mean the moments I thought were possibly genuine, weren't?

"When did you call off the bet?" I asked, trying to piece together my own thoughts.

"After Thanksgiving," Karter said, and it almost sounded like she was proud of it—like that seemed to be a good time to call it off.

But it wasn't. 

Everything leading up to that... Wearing her jersey, Halloween, being invited on her Moms' boat—was that all just to work in her favor?

"So everything before Thanksgiving wasn't real?" I said.

Karter's dark eyes traced my face for a moment before she said, "No, I mean—"

"Your goal was to win not just one, but two bets at the time—so it couldn't have been real," I pointed out, concluding that whatever she had to say wasn't valid. 

The felt the oddest feeling strike through me. It's like I felt... betrayed?

I don't know, I guess maybe—just maybe, it was all genuine for me.

For us.

Karter tilted her head, "You're acting like you weren't pursuing a bet too? Like winning wasn't the only thing that mattered to you?"

She had a decent point... but oddly enough, even the small moments at the beginning of all this still meant something to me—even then I felt something for her.

I hate admitting it, but it's true.

I shook my head slightly, not wanting to even admit that to her when clearly she didn't feel the same way, "Why didn't you tell me?" I said, circling back to the point at hand.

Karter sighed, "I don't know—I thought since the bet was dropped that there was no point."

Of course, she did.

I pursed my lips, nodding sarcastically to myself, "Oh, of course, because lying about it made more sense?" I said, causing Karter's mouth to open slightly, about to say something else before I spoke again, "I mean, I love hearing the truth from my ex-girlfriend—the highlight of my day honestly."

Almost immediately, Karter's brows furrowed and you could tell she was easily irritated by the fact that Tate had been the one to tell me.

Karter shook her head, "Of course, she had to be the one to tell you," she scoffed. 

I laughed bitterly, "Well, you clearly weren't," I said, easily making Karter's jaw tense. "I honestly owe her a thank you—maybe I'll go do that now," I said sarcastically, walking past Karter, who only grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.

"Stop that," Karter said, looking down at me with the most serious look displayed on her face.

I pulled out of her grip, "What? Being petty? Maybe when you stop lying I will," I gritted.

Karter's jaw tensed further, but after a moment of looking between my eyes, she sighed in defeat, lowering her irritated expression as if it were a white flag, "Sloan, I'm sorry I lied—It was fucked up and I should've told you."