Not Your Typical Bet [Ongoing]

Chapter 11: Game over

ELI'S POV

We're going back to school tomorrow again. I buried my face in the pillow and screamed. Maybe I was a bit too assuming. This is your fault Eli, you decided to play along with his stupid game. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. It's only been a week, yet I feel like so much has happened already. Although Dylan tried to cheer me up yesterday, the humiliation I felt just won't disappear. I felt the tears escape from my eyes once more. Eli your so stupid, you should've kept your guard up. Dawson, don't you ever dare try to approach me again.

Monday. The scariest horror story probably every teenager knows. It was a pretty humid day, just a perfect match with the day itself. I stood up and went to the bathroom. My eyes look swollen, what a perfect way to start the week. This wouldn't have happened if I didn't cry all night. After taking a bath and dressing up, I grabbed a concealer to cover up the bags under my eyes. It's not that bad, but if anyone tried to take a closer look they'd probably notice that I cried. I stood in front of the mirror for a while and seriously looked at my reflection. This is so not me. Eli, you don't cry for the likes of him. I came from a good family, I'm smart, and I'm confident. He's only trying to bring you down, and he needs you more than you need him. Well guess what Dawson? It's game over.

I descended downstairs with the scariest aura I could ever emit. I was like the walking dead, but much worse. I swear I could eat everyone around me when I'm pissed. "Eli, dear?" I heard mom call me with a concerned tone.

"Hmm? Yes?" I looked at her direction, only to see Dawson standing by the bookshelf beside her. I suddenly felt my blood boiling, and my heart was beating so fast with pure rage. "What are you doing here." I clenched my fist, and glared at his direction. He was looking right at me and slightly opened his mouth as if he didn't know what to say.

"Well, I-" he started. I don't even want to hear him speak.

"I never want to see your face in this house ever again." I slowly and threateningly told him.

"Eli-" mom tried to lecture me, but I accidentally glared at her. I felt my eyes getting teary again.

"Sorry." I quickly told her and turned around to leave. "I have to go." Sorry mom, I really didn't mean too. As soon as I got outside, I took a deep breath and looked up. Dammit, why do my eyes have to get teary when I'm angry. I also felt my body heating up, good thing is, it's cold outside.

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I swear the first and second block ended with my intense enthusiasm. Every single time the teacher had a question I would raise my hand up, which made the teacher laugh awkwardly and reluctantly call me. I guess this is what happens when I'm pissed. I'm eating lunch with Dylan, and as usual he never fails to make me laugh which drew the other students attention. "Hey Eli!" Scott greeted me as he walked towards me and Dylan.

"Uh, hi." I greeted back and ate a strawberry. "Oh, do you know Dylan?" I asked and pointed at Dylan.

"No, but nice to meet you. I'm Scott." he smiled and sat beside me.

"Dylan." Dylan nodded.

"So." Scott started and looked at me. "You guys dating?"

"No." I replied defensively. "Why does everyone think that way? Like, if there were two guys eating together would you consider them dating?" 

"Funny." Scott replied and I rolled my eyes at him. "You" Scott lightly pinched my face. "are so clever." he teased. I heard Dylan clear his throat, Scott immediately threw his hands up in the air. I noticed some girls who now glared at me worse than earlier, because I'm now sitting with two good-looking guys. The soccer player and the model.