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𝐑 𝐄 𝐈 𝐍 𝐀

𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗧.

It's just for the damn bet...

I've been telling myself that for hours, trying to shake off the embarrassment from the stunt I pulled earlier.

And before anyone starts jumping to conclusions, I do not like Reign. AN-OH. No. Absolutely not.

Sure, he's got the looks-pretty, hot, whatever you want to call it-but that's where it ends.

He's a threat to my sanity and everything that comes with it-my self-control, primal instincts, even the urge to either knock some sense into him or just knock his teeth out. So liking him? Not a chance.

NOT EVEN A LITTLE FUCKING BIT!!!

If anything, I can't stand the guy. He's got a brutal ego. MEN AND THEIR EGOS!

...

Okay, maybe I was exaggerating...

But help me! I'm about to lose it from the embarrassment. He probably thinks I'm a total loser now.

Oh god, what if he thinks I've been secretly in love with him for years and just didn't have the guts to say anything until now? OH GODDDDDDDDDDD. Ajshshdjejcheijfjejdjejejjdjdnxkf.

Bet he's mocking me right now. That bastard. Must probably got a stupid smirk on his stupid face, too. FUCK!

I bury my face into my pillow and scream, kicking my feet out of pure frustration.

Is there some ritualistic satanic crap we can pull to take that moment back?

I sit up, running through my own thoughts, then let out a groan as I realize how absurd and unhinged they sound.

I need to get a grip.

But the thought of facing him again tomorrow has me feeling like I'm about to step into a ring with no game plan.

I need a strategy... or maybe just a damn good place to bury myself.

Bet. STUPID FUCKING BET! If I had a choice, I'd rather take the toughest exam instead of dealing with this bullshit...

which reminds me...

I have a test on Tuesday. Which also reminds me I haven't studied for it yet! Which also reminds me I left my books in the locker!

Books. Wait, the books I rented! I need to get them back to the library.

Shit! I hope they're not overdue. Shit! SHIT! Elijah is going to strangle me!

Sliding into my pants, I grab my bag, tossing the books inside, and bolt for the door.

. . .

I shove open the door to the colossal library I absolutely adore. I know; it's a pretty unconventional hangout spot for someone like me. But honestly, who can resist the pull of great books?

This place is a must for me. With the amount of books I consume, I'd have to set up my own damn library if I didn't have it. Actually, that doesn't even sound like a bad idea.

Like always, the place was packed with people. Elijah was planted in his seat, his glare piercing through the noise-makers, behind those square glasses that makes him look hideous. But deep down, he's a good old man with a kind heart.

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