The Bet (Just The Way You Are)

The Bet *Daydreamer

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Chapter 19 *Daydreamer*

~Drake

Pie has a boyfriend? Oh come on! I don’t believe it. I’m not stupid! It’s so obvious that she’s single. I even think that she never have a boyfriend. It’s a safe bet that I’ll be her first.

I don’t even know who this guy is.

He’s Parker.

Shut up! I’m not talking to you.

He doesn’t even look like a student. He even dresses like a professor. He looks like twenty years old! This Parker is surely lying! Sophia is single! Andre and I made sure of that before making the bet official.

What did this freak do to Sophia? Why is she crying?

Anger gets the best of me. I close the distance between us and grab him by the collar. He’s clearly taken aback.

Pie shrieks and tries to stop me from choking Parker but I don’t pay attention to her.

Meanwhile, Parker claws at my hands but there’s nothing he can do. He just makes me angrier. I will make him pay for hurting Pie.

No one can hurt Sophia besides you?

Parker kicks me on the shin and I fall on the floor with a groan escaping from my lips. He doesn’t fight fair, and he can kick! I don’t even know him but I already hate him. I stand up quickly, ignoring the pain on my knee.

Sophia tries to get between Parker and me but I push her away. She should move! She might get in trouble with this fight!

Parker looks pale. He just stands there, gasping for breaths. He’s not a fighter! His hands are on his neck, trying to minimize the pain I’ve caused. I’m not yet done.

Balling my hands into fists, I swing my arm to punch him on the face. There’s a sickening sound that indicates something is broken.

I glance down at my throbbing knuckles but I know the damage isn’t on me. Parker is bending on his knee, touching his bleeding nose. Sophia hurries to where he is. I stop her by grabbing her arm. She twists her—

“Drake,” Pie says.

I have a feeling it isn’t the first time she’s calling me.

Whoa!

What is that? I blink my eyes and shake my head to clear my thoughts and to think clearly.

“Daydreaming again, huh?” Pie asks, a smirk is tugging at the corner of her mouth.

Is that a daydream? That’s only my imagination? It did not really happen? I thought . . I thought it’s real! I look at Parker who’s smiling mischievously. He’s perfectly fine! Why did I—

No. I am not the one who daydreamed, but my subconscious mind.

Pie decides to introduce us formally. “Drake,” she says, glancing at me, “This is Parker.” She gestures to him. “Parker, this is Drake.”

What the! Why doesn’t she deny that she’s Parker’s girlfriend? What is that supposed to mean?

Parker is looking amusedly between Pie and me.

Nothing’s even funny. I want to make my imagination real. My hands are resting on my sides but they’re balled into tight fists. My body is tense, ready to fight. But I can’t just punch him without being suspended. Worse, expel. Besides, I don’t really know him. Anyway, why am I even making threats to him in my head?