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Reagan's POV

I woke up to the deafening sound of my alarm clock. again.

I rolled over onto my side to turn the alarm clock off. I got out of bed and picked an outfit.

I picked a grey crop top and high-waisted jeans. I also put on my high top converse. I left my hair straight down, and put a light amount of makeup on.

I grabbed my phone, and walked out the room and closed the door. My mom was already downstairs. The aroma of French toast and bacon filled the whole kitchen.

My mom set a plate down on the counter for me and put a piece of French toast in it and three pieces of bacon. I dug in. My mom has always been a great cook.

When I was done, I grabbed my school bag, and went out the door.

"Bye mom." I said before I walked out the door.

I pulled my keys out of my purse, and opened my car door, and put the key in the ignition. The car roared with power.

I backed out of my driveway, and drove to school for another fun day of it.

Cameron's POV surprise surprise

I pulled into the school parking lot, dreading going to school. My car was turned off by me. I opened the door, and got out. I was immediately surrounded by my friends.

"Hey Cameron." Jack said.

"Hey bro." I replied.

I walked in the main front doors, and everybody started staring at me. I was used to this because I was one of the most popular guys in the whole school, other than Sam Wilkinson. He does exactly what I do. He plays with girls, and enjoys it.

The only thing he does that I don't, is he chooses popular guys in the school, and makes a bet with them. Wanna know what the bet is?

Sam and the guy he chooses to do the bet with pick a girl, preferably a virgin. The first one to get in their pants, gets 300 dollars from the other. I've never got picked yet, but I bet it's coming.

I don't know why I do this to innocent girls. I don't know why I chose this life. I've done it to about 7 girls. I regret it too, but somehow I enjoy it at the same damn time.

So back to the point, I walked down to my locker, to get my books for first period.

"Cameron!" I turned around at the sudden call for my name. It was Nash.

"Hey. What do ya need?"

"The guys and I are ditching fourth period. We are going behind the school in our spot. Wanna come?"

"Sure." and with that I walked to my first period.

I walked into the classroom, and spotted Reagan, so I walked to the empty desk next to her.

"Hey Cameron." She said and waved her hand.

"Hey Reagan." I replied, sitting in the seat next to her.

We talked until the bell rang, signaling that class is starting.

I've always had a strong disliking for school, but hey, you gotta learn to get big bucks.

The bell rang after an hour, learning about something pointless in my opinion.

I went to my next class. I'm so tired. I also don't like the idea of getting up at 6:30 every morning. Why can't school start at noon and end at 5 or something?

I walked into the classroom, and took a seat in the far left corner. ugh.

•••

Fourth period rolled around, and I was ready to ditch. I walked to the most vacant hallway in the school. It was in the back of the school and all that was in the hallway were bathrooms and one of many janitor closets.

I arrived at my destination, and exited hell. I saw all the guys there, and they waved. I waved back.

We started a little conversation.

Nash said. "I'm probably gonna fail my trigonometry test tomorrow, I suck at it so bad." He started chuckling.

"I know how you feel, I failed my History text yesterday." Taylor said.

I don't know why they fail their tests, and care so poorly for their grades. I get decent grades. As Bs, and I think I only got a couple Cs before.

"Guys, you shoul-" I was cut off.

"Dallas!" I turned around, and saw San Wilkinson. "I wanna talk to you, come here." I walked over to him, but looked back at the guys, for help. They shook their heads, because Sam is also the toughest guy in school, and can take someone out in just three punches.

I approached Sam, and stopped when I was five feet away from him.

"I wanna make a bet with you." I knew this was coming. "I'm pretty sure you know what we will be doing. If you get in the girls pants first, I give you 300. But if I do, you give me 300."

"Who's the girl?" I questioned.

"This was fun deciding." He said.

"Who is it?!" I snapped. I didn't want to do this, but 300 dollars could pay a little bit for college next year.

His eyes widened, but he started smirking.

"The new girl, Reagan Tylers."