Lust is real. Love is corny. God, did you know you make me so horny? [COMPLETED]

The bet starts when the count down ends.

Aidens POV. 

Considering today was the end of monday, I had till next monday to sleep with 10 girls. Which means 1 girl a day, except for 3 days, I had to do 2 a day.

'Double time' I thought to myself while grinning.

Monday, I'd throw a party.

Do the 10th there.

Simple. Easy.

This will be a piece of cake.

Once I got home, I sent a mass email to most of the school:

Party at my house, Monday February 23rd. 

No guests allowed unless told otherwise. 

Booze and Condoms will be supplied. 

!507 Avery Avenue. 

10pm - 3am.

Contact me @ 7089953489 for further details. 

I smirked to myself in amusement. 

This is gunna be hella dope.  

I grabbed my cell phone, looked through my contacts quickly and decided on Bethany. 

She was good in bed. Easy too.

I know for a fact she's clean from all  diseases. 

I shuddered at the thought.  

"Hey baby" she cooed in the phone. 

I rolled my eyes.

"Hey. Wanna come over? We could have some fun. Like we use to have." I seductively  half whispered through the phone.

Hell, today the bet starts. Why the f*ck would I wait?

"Aiden, another one of your skanks are at the door."  Jeremy's voice boomed in disgust from downstairs. 

"Come upstairs!" I shouted, while laying on my bed waiting number 1 out of 10. 

And so, the night ended with some moans, screams, and well. Victory. 

9 too go.  

** ** ** ** ** ** ** **

Brookelle's POV.  

It was Friday. The last day of school until the weekend.

 4 days ago, I, as well as basically the whole school, received a mass email from Aiden. 

Of course he was discussing a party he was throwing on monday.

"Oh my god." Daniella screeched next to me at lunch.

"Did you hear?"  her eyes glistened in enjoyment. 

Josh sighed, uncaringly.

"What?" he said  truly, not caring. 

"Top news. Aiden is slept with 7 people this week! I hope he bangs me."  She said dreamily. 

Is this girl freaking crazy or what?

I was astound to hear that.

Rated 18A much.

The bell rang signalling everyone to go to go class.

"Oh, Brookelle. Can I ask you something?" James said. 

For some reason he seemed somewhat nervous.

"W-Would you .. uhm .. like to . uh.. go out with me maybepossiblyihopeso tomorrow?"  

Did I said somewhat nervous?

Looks like I meant beyond nervous.

It was cute though. Like I said. Josh was really good looking.

'What's the worst that could happen?' I solemnly thought.  

I smiled at him,

"Yes. Sure. I'd love too." 

** ** ** ** ** ** **

I woke up Saturday morning feeling fresh. 

Josh never told me what we were going, so I never knew. 

I decided to wear normal clothes, but still nice-normal clothes. 

I slipped on dark skinny jeans, light blue tank top with my mexican-multi coloured cardigan, and grey knit uggs. 

Yes, it was slightly chilly outside. 

Don't think I'm some crazy wacko. 

"Mystery! Someone's here for you!" My dad's voice echo'd. 

 My mom was at work. Doctors. What can yah do.

"Coming!" I shouted while making my way down our glass staircase. 

Josh smirked at me once I reached him and he whispered "Mystery?" Clearly amused.

Once Josh and I went into his vehicle, I decided I would explain.

"My parents had me when they were fairly young. 20 or so. They were big rock fans. Smoke pot, drink. Parties. They were a big fan of White Mystery. When I was born, coincidentally White Mystery's Minus the Bear was playing. I guess in spite of the moment, they named me Mystery Brookelle James. James being my dad's last name, and Brookelle being my older sister's first name which so happened to be my grandma's name."

"Oh." Was all Josh said.

He went from shock to confusion. 

"Wait. You have a sister?" He said. 

"Did." Was my response.

But then I felt bad. Josh has always been open with me. Why couldn't I be open with him?

"My sister was Brookelle Taylor James. When she was born, my mother was 16. Of course, my mom was still into partying and everything, unlike when I was born they felt like they had to mature up. So basically, Brookelle was born into a different life style. Even when my parents straightened out there lives, she still felt like Work was more important then she was. Just a few years back, we found out she was selling herself on the streets. My parents of course freaked out. More then normal. I was questionable too. Brookelle ran away. I guess it was because she was upset. We all expected her to come back within a few days considering she was 17, my age now. But, she never did. Weeks turned into months, and we had no leads on where she was. Soon enough, the cops found this house with dead skulls all throughout the back yard. Ever heard of Robert Pickton? Formally known as, The Pig Farmer Killer?" 

Josh just shook his head no. Clearly distraught by all this. 

Confused. 

He looked so sorrowful for me. 

"He was a man, a pig farmer, who turned out to be a serial killer. He raped and murdered over 50 woman, who were mostly prostitutes. My sister was one of them."