Beyond the Bet

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞-𝕱𝖎𝖛𝖊: 𝐈 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫

Joel

I find myself in my bed, the world spinning around me as I attempt to shake off the sleep. I cover my eyes with my hands as a glint of light comes from the window.

What the fuck happened to me?

My head hurts, it feels as if I've gone through a train wreck.

Sitting up in bed as my head spins, I reach for the glass of water on the nightstand. It must have been Avril or Aunt Becca who placed it there. I down the water in one gulp and return the glass to the nightstand, feeling somewhat better.

I glance at my phone and my eyes widen when I see that it's four-thirty p.m.

How the fuck did I came back from school?

School.

Royal Academy. 

I went back to Royal Academy.

I saw her.

H̶e̶r̶.

I frown as a rush of foggy memories flood my mind all at once.

I was at the rooftop.

I gave her a broken carnation.

S̶h̶e̶ ̶l̶o̶o̶k̶e̶d̶ ̶b̶e̶a̶u̶t̶i̶f̶u̶l̶.  

I start shouting at her. 

Then? What happened then?

"Fuck," I mutter, leaning back against the bed's headboard.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to remember more. Why did I go to the rooftop in the first place? What did I tell her?

And where in the fucking fuck did I get that carnation from? 

I swallow and try to remember from the beginning what happened up there.

*Flashback*

''I'm curious,'' I say ''How many boys did you fuck throughout those two months? Oh sorry, I should say it in a different way; how many did you have fun with? Was it Elliot the first one? Your sweet Elli?" 

"Don't speak to me that way," she says in a small, small voice.

''Why?''I ask, her small voice shakes me to the core.

''Why?" I shout, hating the effect she has on me ''Why shouldn't I speak to you that way?''

''You can't accuse me of those things I've never-'' she says, and I laugh. 

''Oh, shut up girl your voice makes me throw up.'' I lie. Her voice makes me remember the past.

''You don't want to talk about the fun you had? Okay I'll tell you mine then.'' I say and her eyes go wide.

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Fuck.

Don't tell me I really spoke to her like that.

I breathe slowly and try to remember more of our conversation.

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''They felt good underneath me,'' I say closing my eyes, ''Their skin was perfect, their hair felt like silk, their vanilla scent was mind-blowing... and the way she felt against my arms? Haven.'' I look up at the sky, imagining Olivia at that night.

Her smooth skin as I run my way down her body, her hair and her damn scent. That sweet, like candy scent that kills me all the time. The way she felt, ''They had a body to die for and-''