Betting With Love [On Hold]

Chapter Eight: Let Me Show You

GAHH... I’m so sorry... Just been feeling in the blues... :/     Chapter eight is now. Your welcome? :O Anyways, click that sexy button, vote?

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[Kristen]

I felt so dead. I regret drinking yesterday at Brandon’s. My head was pounding, and I just wanted to curl up and die. Who knew I was such a lightweight? I bet it’s my dad. I sauntered over to my locker, and banged my forehead against the metal. “Son of a-” I cursed, then someone walked up right behind me.

“Wha- Kristen? Is that you?” Jared called out from behind me. I froze, but then decided to turn towards him. He took a double step. “Shit. You look horrible...”

I rolled my eyes, “Wow. That is something every girl wants to hear. And I know I do, so no need to tell me.” I turned away from him, and continued to fumble with my lock. “O-oh... I’m sorry... What’s wrong?”

I stopped. He actually cares? I turned towards him. “Do you really want to know?” I tried so hard not to sound hopeful. He smiled, I guess he found out. “Sure, anything that can make you this upset must be wrong. Tell me.”

I gave Jared a wan smile, “Alright. Well-” The darn bell rang. “O-oh. I got to go...” I turned to go, I wanted to go to the library, maybe find something good to read.

A hand on my wrist stopped me, and Jared pulled me back. “Wait! I-I mean...-” He tried to deepen his voice, and it sounded all scratchy. “I have free period right now, I do have time... If you want to talk, you can find me in the library.” And just like that, the pressure on my wrist lightened. He dropped my hand, and walked away. I stood there, and debated whether to follow him or not.

Besides, what interesting thing could I have right now? I pulled out my schedule from my bag, hmm... It’s what, period five? Huh, conveniently, I have free period. What should I do? I mean, my situation isn’t all that major is it? Plus, why was Jared so intent on finding out what goes on in my life? I sighed, maybe I should talk to someone. Sighing so many times in one day for someone as young as me is unhealthy or what not.

I grit my teeth together, and without a second thought, I made my way to the library.

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[Jared]

I rushed to the library, and grabbed a seat in the covert corner near the romance section. The entire place had the best seats, the sunlight spilled into the library from a window above the tables, and the sun was warm today. If it wasn’t for the pair of glasses I had to wear, everything would have looked perfect.

I looked around, looks like Kristen really didn’t want to talk. I had thought that a guy would get to a girl by acting that he cared. So I decided to go with the flow for that. Brandon called me up yesterday, turns out Kristen was the new maid. He sounded kinda happy, which I didn’t take as a good sign. Everything affected if I could get that car. Shit, you should have seen that car, the shine was so amazing.

Still, while I daydream of the car, I put on my reading glasses and studied for my upcoming math test. Sure, I hated it, but if I didn’t pass or what not, I couldn’t do hockey or any sports. The things I have to deal with... I ran my finger through my hair, I didn’t even bother to gel it today. The seat next to mine was pulled out, and Kristen came.

“H-hey...” She scooted closer to me. I quickly closed my textbooks and hid them under a pile of sports magazines, ripping off my glasses, I turned to smile at her. “Hey! Kristen! Fancy seeing you here... Ehehe...” I trying to laugh, but it came out kinda retarded.

She giggled. A cute, tinkly sound. It totally caught me off guard, since I felt something. “You don’t have to hide being smart. It’s fine.”

I glared at her, it actually wasn’t fine. Who has ever heard of a nerdy jock? “No, it’s not okay. In case you haven’t heard, a jock is not supposed to be smart. Besides, I’d rather be stupid other than having to hide it. Wait, why am I even talking to you about this?” I quickly shut up, why was I just telling her my entire life story? God, and I still knew nothing about the girl that I was supposed to make in love with me.

“Uhm, enough about me. Why were you looking.. so...-” I paused to find the right word, not wanting to offend her again. “Uhm, miserable.” I nodded, thinking that would probably fit how I found her this morning.

Kristen held her head in her hands, “I-I dunno why Im even here. Okay?” I failed to understand, she came to the library by her will, right? “What do you mean?”

She looked up at me, “I-I..It’s hard to explain. I just don’t belong here, you know?” I nodded, I guess I kinda am familiar with that feeling. “Y-yeah, I think I might. Still, if you want to talk about it, I’m still here, and will be for-” I checked my phone, “The entire period. So I got time.”

Kristen’s head snapped up, her pale eyes meeting mine. They were so... Hypnotic. They didn’t show any emotions, and they were oh-so mysterious. I wanted to get to know her, and get close to her, and hold her from whatever she’s running from. I wanted to be there for her. All that in one glance, I guess it wouldn’t take her long to attract all the guys in the school, which is why I had to get to her first.

“Well. As you probably already know. I’m new here. Frankly, I hate it here, like, it wasn’t even my idea to come live here. Have you seen the girls here? Who in hell has the money to buy all those clothes?!? I’m willing to bet you twenty bucks that all of them do not have an average over 70%, and I bet you that they don’t know what all this actually means.” She grabbed the math textbook from under the pile of magazines, and flipped to trigonometry. I quickly took back what was mine. Kristen continued, “I’m not one of them, and if you’re not one of them, you won’t like it here. I-I... Just dunno what I’m doing here, like, at this school.”

I nodded, and begun to dissect what Kristen just told me, and maybe, just maybe, I had a good shot at this bet. “What do you mean you don’t like it here? From my point of view, we’ve got amazing infrastructure, and the extracurriculars here are good. What more could you possibly want to fit in with?!?” Kristen’s eyes widened to the size of golf balls, and she had just begun her long string of verbal threats.

“WHAT MORE COULD I WANT!?! HELL. You haven’t seen the girls here, have you? I bet you all my allowance next week that if you pull on any girl’s hair, her entire array of extensions would fall right off?” Her little speech gained a couple of glares from people sitting close by, as well as one from Mrs.P. Kristen was breathing hard, and I couldn’t help but admire her strength... That, plus it was kinda cute with her slightly disheveled hair, and wide eyes. I really couldn’t help it but smile.

I looked down and arranged my books into a neat pile. Seeing them all over the place ticked me off. “Well... Who said you HAD to hang with girls?” I said.

“Huh?”

“I said. Who says-”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Yeah. I meant, a bit more context?”

I grabbed her hand in mine, “Here. It would be more easier to show you.” I pulled her away, just after I notice the pink creeping up her cheeks. Score one for me.