The Bet

Chapter 7

"Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant." -Robert Louis Stevenson

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The small smile and me constantly touching me lips as I walk through the door has coming to horror as I stare down these three. Emily is bouncing on her toes with bubbling excitement, waiting to explode. Delilah has her mischievous glint in her eyes with a a ghostly smirtle placed on her lips. Her mischievous glint is staring into my soul. Leslie is by far the worst. She looks like she's going to combust from not spilling her guts out with questions. She's a little fidgety on her toes. I blow a small gust of air out my shocked mouth.

"Did you all kiss?"

"How was it?"

"What you talk about?"

"Was it like heaven?"

"Did he stake claims?"

"What was it like?"

"Do we need to sanitize the door?"

Each one firing question one after the other. None of them waiting for a single answer. Hell, I don't know how many they even asked so far. Nor do I know what all they asked. Groaning, I plop down on the couch waiting this torture to come to an end.

"Hold on a minute! Can we start with one question so I can answer before you ask another?" I whine into my hands.

"YOU AND NOAH FLUCKING KISSED!" All three scream out at the same time. Their screams causes me to flinch and cover my ears. Definitely will have a migraine now.

"Of course you all would spy on some damn body." I groan in embarrassment as I release my damaged ears.

"So what was it like? Did your toes curl? Was it mind blowing?" Leslie fires three questions in a row without a single breath.

"Do we have to talk about it?" I question in between my hands.

"Yes!" All three begin screaming. They continue this screaming fit; our neighbors will think we're having an orgy party.

"He kisses better then Owen." Is all I say.

I end their drilling questions and begin to walk to my room. Closing the door, I face plant my bed. My mind still wrapping around the fact Noah and I kissed. Holy shit!

I wake up on Monday with my alarm blaring in my ears. My brain is officially scrambled by the loud noise. I walk to my bathroom and begin my morning routine that consists of showering, brushing my teeth, fixing my hair, and getting dressed. Boring same old routine. I have my hair in two space buns, makeup isn't in the equation, black crop top with black skinny jeans, black jean jacket, and my combat boots. I walk out the dorm with the girls. Leslie is still bouncing on her toes from the events over the weekend. Girl just couldn't give it a rest. One of the reasons I never left my room on Sunday. If I know anything, she's going to hound Noah. And from the looks of Noah's face right now; Leslie's bubble is about to be deflated.

"So Noah." Leslie greets.

"Don't even start Leslie." Noah snarls back. He already has an idea where her question was about to go.

"But I didn't even." She protests.

"Don't even think about asking. It's under lock and key. And you damn sure don't have the key to unlock it." Noah says with a blank expression as he takes his seat.

"What is she talking about?" Devin asks.

"Nothing. She's just being pestering Leslie." Noah says to Devin while he glares daggers at Leslie.

I shrink back into my seat and try to let my seat eat me alive. Like please no more embarrassing moments today. My cheeks feel like they're on fire.

Right before the bell rings, signaling the tardy bell; Owen and a battered Kelly walk through the door. Her perfect skin is tattered, torn, and busted. Her nose has the "you just broke your nose or had plastic surgery" nose guard on it. Her bottom lip is swollen with a lovely split in the center. Her eye, you can tell, under the caked makeup is black. Her face is littered in small blue and purple bruises. Even under the amount of makeup; it's still visible for the naked eye. All I can say is she looked like she walked into Hulk's foot; Hulk's said foot won that battle.

"Damn firecracker, you did some damage." Noah jokes.

"Don't inflate that ego. Next time it might be a murder scene." Devin whispers.

"I'm just saying I've never would have expected her to go all into a vicious lioness on the hunt." Noah defense his words.

"What the duck's ass was in your lunch that day Ari." Spence whispers to me.

All I can hear afterwards is my group of rebellious friends whistling in amusement at my artwork. All I can do is bury my head on my desk. For everything holy and unholy please don't let anyone including her say anything or cause a scene.

"Damn Kelly! Who the hell did you piss off?" One of the students ask.

"More or less, my question is did you learn to keep that mouth shut." Sam calls out.

"Only good her mouth is for is being around a dick." A random male student chuckles out.

"That mouth probably gotten her slapped around by Owen." Another student says their input.

"Actually! I have the video and you wouldn't even believe it." Another one answers.

Oh lord! Help me now. I hear a loud thud and knew they were already showing the whole class their video. The video of me going animalistic on Kelly. I try to bury my head even further into my desk. Trying to make us one.

"Goddamn Ari! Where that come from?"

"I know not to mess you with."

"She just handed her her dang own ass."

Each student making comments left and right. And all I can do is pray this day ends quicker than it started.

"Are you and Noah a couple now?"

Seriously today needs to speed up like in a jiffy. I need to bury myself in a hole and never come out.
If Kelly can keep her mouth shut it'll be even better. But that's wishful thinking, right?

"She just caught me off guard." Kelly pipes up. There goes my wishful thinking.

"Would you like to go for round two? Because I'm down." I snap back.

I watch as she sinks back into her seat not knowing I was laying against my desk. I mean when you do or say stupid shit; you win stupid prizes. Like my fist to your face again. Where did the "Angel" on my shoulder go just a minute ago? I'm left with the dancing "Devil".

Out of all things, the damn devil is on my shoulder, talking in my ear.

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