The bet ~Byler~

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Will.

Lucas and I are at college. This collage is completely different from my old one. It puts me at a clearer mind from everything what has happened. It's better here, I'm popular, the best quarterback on the football team -dad fucking proud I'm sure- we're rich alone with all my other "friends". Also I pull the most bitches. I'm the person who everyone wanna be or be friends with.

I'm that guy. Finally have something to my name.

Lucas, he's been by my side for as long as I remember. I would do anything for him, he's my best friend. Him and my sister, Jane, don't really get alone well. I don't care, I don't even get along with her.

Ever since that incident at my old collage took place he's made sure to protect me. I protect him too, he's the main person I don't wanna lose at all. He's my best friend and forever will be till the day I die.

"Hey Will." Lucas walks over to me, his hands deep in his pockets as he steps next to me at my locker.

"Lucas." I greet with a slight smile in my lips as I turn to face him grabbing my last book from my locker for today. "What's up man?"

"Nothing," He leans closer to me once I closed my locker door and turn to face the crowded hallway. "Hey, you going to that party tomorrow?" He questions.

"Well nah, of course I'm going, you high already Lucas?" I joke making him shake his head with a slight snort.

"Yeah whatever, you going to hook up with anyone? You haven't for time-"

"Yes I have. And I will, last party I just go way to drunk and I didn't remember I just woke up naked in a random persons bed and my clothes where gone." To be honest that was one of my best experiences in time. It was after I broke up with Emma. Fuck she was annoying- and fucking crazy.

Never "date" a blonde with brown eyes.

"Yeah... I remember that day, I had to pick you up, it was a mess." We laugh together as we started heading our way down the hall.

Something from afar caught my eye, something what I have seen around a couple of times around the collage but this one was different. Pictures of dark shadows of a silhouette some even a basic flower but the dark pictures of a lonely character in a corner or in the middle alone or not, it felt like they had a deep meaning behind them. Reminds me of how I feel.

It was a picture of small boy out in the distance behind two adult figures. The pair was holding hands as the little boy looks down at the ground. He was alone, his parents or whoever they are leaving him behind... like he's not even there. The person who created these pictures had the initials M.W.

Mike.

Being a normal pupil at my college with the friends I basically grew up with always helped through the bad times. After the multiple heart breaks I've shared over the through years have made me stronger.

I'm not popular but I'm well known. I keep in the dark and don't flash my money or dick around like most of these people do here. Having a title of the "bad boy" is not nice... just because of my raven hair and incredible style -not too boot my own ego- they think I would be that type. I'm not, not even close.

Emma, one of my best friends whom I've known since I was yee-high. She has been crying for days on end and it's all about this boy- yet I have no clue who he is. She never told me about him before or maybe it's because I've been concentrating on my art, keeping my head down I haven't paid attention.

"Emma," I walk over to her. She was sitting on a small plastic chair what has been abandoned in the hall way. "Who is this guy? I'll beat him up for you." She laughs slightly as she turns to me and that's when Dustin came up to us.

"Mike," He grabs my attention. "Will broke up with her a week ago after months of being together." He explained. Will? What like she was dating a Will- who's-

"Who's Will? Who the fuck names their kid Will?" I ask making the pair snicker.

"He was her "boyfriend" as she claimed. I kept telling her he just wanted sex, took her virginity and everything, left her in the dirt after months of sleeping together. All he ever wants is sex." Max walked up to us as Dustin speaks. Listening to his words wants to scold Emma for being so careless about her self respect. I tunes to her.

"Emma, you need to really stop letting boys use you. He's a fucking dick stop letting him treat you like one." I say in a harsh manner. I don't care if it's her first rodeo with guys, if she knew what he was like then why go for it?

Max looked at Emma then back at me. She soon walked off. She hates this time of shit- heck I hate this shit. It's drama after drama with her soon as she started her fucking "adult hood" or teen hood- Whatever hood it is she's been so annoying.

Yes I see her as a little sister as I've been friends with her forever. She knows everything about me, like I used to know her. Placing a hand on her shoulder to give her some comfort. She smiles up at me with tears rolling down her cheeks as she places a hand above mine. I hope she does find someone who's not an asshole.

***

Will.

Collage was finally over for the day.

Lucas and I made our way to his house in my car, big red. His house is like my safety coat. It made me feel less lonely than me being at my house. I spend all my time around Lucas'. Home sucked so much, the air around there was so suffocating I could hardly breath around my parents.

They're the worse- they practically fucking forget about me. They don't even dare to look at me. I miss when I was a kid because that's when my mum, Joyce, cared about me... yes it was hard because of my dad, Lonnie, did to us. But that's as the past, yes it fucked me up but I want my mum back.

Lucas' parents treat me like I'm their own. They teach me how to cook as I always loved cooking since I was little. I had my own room at his house as I practically lived there and they didn't care. They seem to enjoy my company more than I enjoyed being around them.

Sue, Lucas' mum, is wonderful. She's so welcoming to everyone and feels like she understands me, understands who I am. She makes me feel more free in myself.

I love it here.

A/N: this is going to be a long night.