Bets, Beds and Treads 𓍢⊹

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𝗪𝗘 𝗦𝗔𝗧 𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘, at least he did. Not me.

He was mad at me-seriously mad, I'd managed to rile him up good. But me? I was grinning. I know, I belong in a mental asylum. But, if months ago, you told me I'd be sitting in detention with him, I'd have laughed right in your face. So yeah, this was kind of amusing to me. I glanced over, catching him scowling at my grin, probably thinking, "What have I gotten myself into?"

Mrs. Katherine had him convinced she was watching us, but I knew better. Still, we dodged Thompson, so I guess that's something. Could this guy loosen up, though?

"Look-" I start, keeping my voice low.

"Don't." He cuts me off, and I narrow my eyes.

"Uptight ass." I whisper to myself before leaning in.

"For goodness sake, I said I'm sorry," I mutter, half-whispering, and I mean it.

"We walk out this, and we never look back to each other again, got it?" he states, dead serious. And he calls me dramatic.

"Drop it, drama queen. We're not doing any of that," I said.

"I don't care." He declares.

We fall into a tense silence, glaring at each other, the air thick with unspoken tension.

"You can't just go back on your word!" I hiss, frustration bubbling.

"And who the fuck are you to stop me?" he shoots back, raising an eyebrow defiantly, and I take a deep breath to steady myself.

"I'll tell the whole school you're in a... ah... clandestine... um... sex cult that believes the secret to ultimate pleasure lies in not having sex at all, if you back out of this deal," I say, narrowing my eyes to emphasize my point."Or that you're head over heels for your stuffed animal that you still sleep with or that you still let your mom spoonfee-"

"Are you blackmailing me right now?" he asks, incredulous.

"Is it working?"

"You little shit..."

He trails off, his lips twitch with him darting glances between my eyes, his eyebrows furrowed in a permanent crease.

Then, he turns away, slumping back in his seat with an exasperated huff like talking to me just kills him from the inside. A moment of silence stretches between us...

"You know they'd believe me, right?" I state.

"Shut the hell up."

"Okay."

We'd finally stepped out of detention after enduring Mrs. Katherine's lecture on respecting teachers.

I would have ran out of the detention room way earlier, to be honest, but I knew Reign wouldn't comply like the typical sore loser that he is. So, of course, I had to sit there for the full 30 minutes. But right now, he was acting anything but his usual self.

Talk about a bipolar ass.

We were hiding under the stairs because he refused to go to the Principal's office, and for whatever reason, he wasn't talking.

The silence between us was thick, and I could feel the tension building as he remained uncharacteristically quiet.

"At least, tell me why you don't want to go there?" I ask, concern latched.

He turned to me, letting out a deep sigh. "It's personal."

"Personal???" My brows pulled tight. This morning's conversation flashed through my head, slow and heavy. He had no idea how much he was messing with me right now. I was losing it.