The Bet

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Chapter 17

Chris pulled over in front of Melissa’s house. One arm on the steering wheel, one on the back of her seat and his head bobbing along to the beat of some new pop song. Chris was feeling good.

His hair was bathed in gold as he pressed on the horn of his car, waiting for her to run out of her house and come join him. He pressed again, and once more, just to make sure that Mel got the point. He didn’t need to greet her parents. This was their first date after all.

                Mel opened the door and closed it quickly although seeming to take much longer a time to walk over to his parked car. Chris nodded, prodding her with his gaze. She was wearing a loosely fitting white shirt that didn’t cover arms or neck and a tight black skirt that didn’t hide her thighs at all. Chris looked her over again with a cocky grin.

                “Looking good, babe,” he hollered over at her as Mel slid into his car dramatically, making sure to give flash him as she did.

                “Thanks,” she said with a smile, whipping her brown hair in the breeze while also trying to give it a smooth flick as if it weren’t enough in the first place. Mel was like that: overdramatic, and always flaunting. But she was really hot so Chris didn’t exactly mind, “Where are we going?” she asked plainly and Chris backed up out of the driveway.

                “Dinner and a movie,” he said. Girls liked to be told what they were doing. They didn’t like to have to think about the date – they liked it when the guy knew exactly what he was doing and Chris was sure that Mel was no exception.

                He might seem like an asshole to some girls but they just assumed he was a bad boy and then, he became all the more desirable. It was amazing how being rude and selfish had turned out to be a good thing. But, the saying was true, good guys did finish last.

Mel stared at Chris, her almond shaped eyes twinkling at him. If Chris hadn’t known better, he would have thought that they belonged to a panther or some other jungle cat and not a teenage girl. “And after?” she asked smoothly, gliding her manicured hand down his pants and stopping at the top of his thigh.

Chris jumped a little but stayed cool. He’d forgotten how much of a player Melissa was until right now, when she was trying to seduce him while he was driving. He looked lazily over at her and a slow smirk crept itself onto his face.

“And after we’ll have some more fun, babe,” he flirted back with a quick wink as he turned back to the road. Mel seemed satisfied with his response so she pulled her hand back and onto her own lap and leaned her head back against the chair for the rest of the ride down to the restaurant.

Chris shoved his door open and went around to wait for her as Mel got out too, and walked up to the restaurant, lingering at the door so that he could open it for her.

Once they were inside and seated, Chris grabbed a menu and smiled over at his date. They’d been seriously flirting before this. Even when she’d had a boyfriend, they’d hooked up a few times at parties and on random dares. It wasn’t exactly unexpected that they’d be going on a date sometime in the future. But something about going out with her just seemed forced.

Chris was pretty careless when it came to dating. He’d act like a jerk, hook up with the poor girl and then eventually dump her. It wasn’t that he was a total player but girls just set themselves up to think that he was their prince charming. And when they found out otherwise – well, he wasn’t much to compare too.

But with Mel it was different because she wasn’t some innocent – or claiming to be innocent – girl that was going to feel like he was totally in love with them just because he was who they’d been waiting for since they’d read Cinderella as a child. Mel was going out with him because Chris had status and Chris was going out with her because he needed something to add to his reputation. Being popular just meant that you had to carry around an extra resume. It meant that everything you did that others wanted to or admired or even thought was crazy you had to put on your mental list.