The Bet

Chapter 13

"The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." -Nelson Mandela

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The bet was the beginning of something. And the bet costed me everything.

This is the only bet I wished I never took. It led to two souls shattered and broken. And I don't think time could possibly heal the damage that has been done.

I have seen Noah at every corner. Every time he sees me or spots me staring, his demeanor changes. He goes from laughing a laugh that isn't his normal laugh or smiling a smile that doesn't reach his eyes to an icy cold exterior and death glares. Each one, I have earned. I never knew how deep I truly cut Noah until I truly looked into his dead hollow eyes.

I was once told eyes are beholders of your soul. Your eyes reflect on your soul. Noah's eyes scare me, they make me think he has no soul left in him.

As I walk down the hall for my first class, Noah is coming from the opposite end. As soon as he sees me walking; his face, like a switch, turns deadly. This look is different from what I usually get; this one makes my hair stand up on the back of my neck. And for once, I fear for my own safety. I walk quicker for our lecture door and run literally into the side of Noah.

"Watch where you're going." He growls low. Yup, he is ready to for sure kill me today.

"I." I pause, not knowing what to exactly say.

"I... You what? Are sorry?. Fuck your apology and get lost." He snaps at me. And with that, he shoves me to the side and enters the lecture room. Instead of walking into the same room as him, I leave and head to my favorite Cafe. Skipping classes seems better than dying at this moment. Who am I kidding? I'm already dead.

I take my normal seat by the window and sip on my strawberry lemonade. I begin to work on class work from my syllabus. Lunch time rolls around which causes my stomach to rumble. I order my BLT and wait for my food to get done. As I look out the window, I notice Noah, his other group of delinquents, and the Pink haired girl coming towards the Cafe. As if sensing me, his eyes snap to mine. Whatever had him laughing seconds ago is now stopped. The laughing is replaced with anger and a scowl. As they enter, she is laughing with her arm around Noah's waist.

He sure does move on quickly.

Why am I jealous? I'm the one who fucked everything up.

I zone into their conversation like a weird person.

"Noah, you have to come to the party." Delinquent number one asks.

"I'll think about it." He replies.

"Since you and her aren't whatever you all were; does that mean we can fuck around again?" Pink haired bitch and her too sweet of a voice is heard.

"We'll see." Noah grumbles out.

"Damn, here I thought he was in love." Delinquent number two laughs out.

"Noah in love. Yeah right." Delinquent number three jokes.

"I guess both were good at fucking with each other." Noah answers with no emotions. I quickly advert my attention else where. His words were like a knife straight to my heart. I don't know how long I thought he'd be pissed at me; but I never thought it would be this long.

It's been exactly two months. And yes I have been counting down the days since Noah found out. Since Noah has officially hated my guts so much he would disembowel me and step on all my organs just to make sure I was dead. In a haste, I run past the group and out the door. On my way out, I slam my shoulder into Noah's side. In my hasty escape, I left my laptop. Did I turn back around once it hit me in the brain? No. I wasn't going back into that ice box again. Either someone will return it or I'll have to replace it. Either way, I wasn't going back inside. I rush back to my dorm and escape back into sanctuary.

My solace.

My bedroom.

I flop face first on my bed and cry into my pillow. As if my pillow will dry my tears up. A knock on my door makes me yell into my pillow.

"What?"

"I was given your laptop." Leslie says in a whisper.

"From who?" I question loudly in my pillow.

"Noah. He saw it on a table and gave it to me once he seen me." She answers with sorrow in her voice. Sorrow for mentioning that name. I hear my laptop being placed on my desk and my door closing back behind her.

No matter the what kind gesture looks like; he still hates my guts.

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