The Bet

Chapter 1

{Kaylee's POV}

"Sweetheart, I know you don't want to go but this is a great opportunity for me and I'm making great money. It's for the family Kaylee, and I'm sure it can't be that bad."

I look at my father I know that he has been excited for this job for months. He's a Literature teacher and it's taken him years to find a job, but finally, according to him, this is the best offer yet. I on the other hand would beg to differ. I would rather go back to living in the old RV than go to Mason Valley boarding school. Just sitting in the car outside of the big regal doors almost made me puke. I sighed and unbuckled my seat belt. I had to try for my dad, he hadn't looked this happy in years and I wasn't going to ruin that for him.

"Ok dad, I'll see you in 7th hour Literature." I smiled grabbed my messenger bag and jumped out of the car.

I walked up to the big wood doors and pulled them open. My ears we're greeted with a wave of voices. Girls running to each other greeting each other after a summer away at their vacation homes in the Bahamas and South France. The boys standing in the corner checking out all the girls. I was revolted.  I walked to the office weaving my way through the sea of loud and obnoxious teens. In the office I stood behind a girl with short blond hair and a galaxy backpack. She walked up to the Secretary.

"What do you need Miss?" The secretary asked staring at her online solitaire game.

"I need my schedule if you don't mind to pause your game for a second to help me." The girl said in a funny tone.

The secretary paused the game and looked up at her clearly pissed. I stifled a laugh.

"Sure Miss what's your name?"

"Margot Hayes, Room 306."

"Ok, Ms.Hayes here's your schedule." The secretary said.

And with that she turned and walked out of the office I got a brief look at her face, she had grey eyes and light freckles dotting her cheekbones.

I stepped up and I could tell that Margot had really worn down The secretary's nerve.

"What would you like Miss?" She asked again.

"My room number please, My name is Kaylee Archer."

"Ok Kaylee, here it is." she clicked a few buttons on her keyboard and pulled up a screen

"Looks like your in room 306" She handed me a silver key on a rubber bracelet.

Wait. Room 306? Isn't that Margot's room? Is she my roommate? What are the odds. At least she didn't look like a bitchy rich kid. Thats a good sign.

"Thanks." I turned around and walked out I looked at my schedule.

Ok Science first hour then History, Calculus, Language Arts, French, Lunch, Literature, then the class I have to wait all day for Photography. I walk outside of the main building and go into The dorm building. I get into the elevator and ride it up to the third floor. I swear the entire campus is radiating money with the marble Columns and polished hardwood floors.

I put my key in the lock but the door opens before I get the chance to turn the key. Margot was standing in the doorway sizing me up.

"You Kaylee? I saw you in the office earlier." She said with a faint smile on her lips.

"Yea I saw you too." I said trying to sound nonchalant.

"I'm Margot, Looks like we'll be spending the next year together."

"Looks like it," I walked into the room and set my stuff down on the the bottom bunk.

"What classes are you taking?" Margot asked me.

"Just the usual, Biology, Culinary Arts, Literature, Calculus, Photography..."

"Woah, woah ,woah, slow down did you just say calculus??" Margot started at me openmouthed.

"Yeah, it's not that big of a deal-"

"Not that big of a deal!? Kaylee you are taking college math classes i would kill to have that."

"I guess I'll have to sleep with one eye open then." I laughed.

Ever since i can remember I have loved math. It's just so simple and uncomplicated. My dad has always pushed me to do my best. He said that my mom was good at math so that's where i got it from, i certainly didn't get it from him. He barely passed his math classes.

"Hey, I heard the girls in room 210 are getting together a few kids and hang out at the local bowling alley, you wanna go?"

"What are we in a movie? Do I have too?" I whine, I wanted to have as little to do with these kids as possible.

"Yes, yes you do, because I say so." Margot said in a official voice.

"Fine" I laugh "Let me just get changed." I opened my suitcase and picked out some jeans and a flannel shirt. My favorite duo.

"Oh, Honey." Margot looked into my suitcase and sighed, "Listen, I'm not really into the whole popular scene but even I know if you go like that you will be shunned."

"So what do I wear? This is the best I got."

"Just borrow some of my stuff I'll take you shopping later."

I could tell she could sense my disgust.

"Ok, Kaylee, I'm not asking you to buy thousands of dollars worth of clothes, just something that doesn't make you look like you wore these clothes for a week straight.

I huffed "Fine, but I swear if you turn me into a spoiled rich kid I will end you." I say half joking.

"Just use this" she said throwing some clothes at my face.

She tossed me a grey sweater with long dark leggings and a beanie,

"you can also use my converse if you want." She pointed to the corner where there was new shiny white converse.

"See Kaylee, I can be stylish without being a snobby rich kid."  She said, I laughed.

"Thanks, I'll be right out." I say gesturing to the bathroom.

"Kay" Margot said looking into her suitcase.

I got into the bathroom and put on the clothes, when I looked in the mirror I almost couldn't believe what I saw. It had been years since I had worn such comfy clothes. I looked at my face, my blue eyes soft and Shiny. My ombre hair cut to my neck. I smiled, and in that smile I saw my mother, smiling down at five year old me telling me it was time to get up or time to go to bed. I would never forget her face, her perfect motherly face- I was startled by a knock at the door.

"Come on slowpoke we're gonna miss out on all the fun."

"I stepped out the bathroom and looked out the window, Ugh I hope this is better than i think it's going to be I think. We step out of the dorm room locking it behind us, I look to Margot and think, Maybe this year won't be as bad as I think it will be.

Boy I sure was wrong.