Loving The Enemy

38: The Bet

Two months went by.

Two months.

Two whole months without Will or I speaking, properly.

He was still hanging out around, Tatiana, and seemed completely normal. He had moved on from me. I, on the other hand, was breaking. Every time I saw Will, another part of me broke. We only said hello to each other, and when I tutored him, we only spoke of math, nothing else. We avoided each other when all of hung out, together, and didn't look at each other. We had said that we were going to friends, but we were anything but that.

I was dying for him to touch me again, and smile at me. I had ruined everything. Absolutely everything. Will had no choice but to move on from me. I didn't blame him. It was all my fault. I walked into school, knowing what today was. I had been dreading it for days, knowing that it was coming. Today was the deadline for the bet. The day that I was supposed to tell Will how I felt about him. It was pointless, now. I doubt Will even remembers, I thought to myself.

I walked up to my locker, and smiled at Cecily, Izzy, Clary. Cecily was now dating Gabriel, much to Will and Jace's dismay. They were adorable, always holding hands and smiling. It made Will and Jace sick. Everyone was dating someone except Will and I. It was really awkward when we all hung out. Alec's boyfriend, Magnus, had started to hang out with us, as well.

Us four girls started talking, and right on schedule, all the boys joined us. They all hugged their boyfriends, and I stood there awkwardly, looking at the ground. I felt Will's icy blue eyes on me, but I refused to meet his gaze. Everyone else started talking to their boyfriend/girlfriend.

"So." Will cleared his throat, and I finally looked up at him. "Today was the day."

My eyes widened in surprise. He actually remembered? "Yeah."

"Guess it doesn't matter, anymore." He smiled slightly, scratching the back of his head, awkwardly.

My cheeks flamed. "Yeah, I guess it doesn't."

"The four months went by quick." Will admitted.

I nodded. "It seems like the day we made the bet was just yesterday."

He only smiled at me, and my heart melted. His smile could cure cancer, I swear. The bell rang a few seconds later, and Clary, Jace, Will, and I all walked to English. I took my seat beside Will, and sat there, feeling exhausted. I hadn't got any sleep, last night. I found that that was happening more often, these past two months. Mr. Emmett then started to teach our class.

"Alright, today we will be looking at Shakespeare's sonnets. How they're structured, and why they are so popular. Before we start, does anyone know any off my memory, or have favourites?" He asked curiously.

I immediately smiled. I love poetry and literature. Shakespeare was one of my favourites. Sonnet 18 was my favourite and I knew it off by heart. I meekly raised my hand, and Mr. Emmett called on me.

"Shall I compare--" I started to recite.

I was suddenly cut off by Will. "Thee to a summer's day?" He continued. "Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st, Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st."

He then looked straight at me while saying the last bit. "So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."

My mouth dropped open. He read Shakespeare? and he had memorized it, at that? Will quickly looked away from me, turning slightly red. Mr. Emmett looked surprised.

"Well done, Mr. Herondale." He said.

Will only nodded his head, and looked down at his desk. Mr. Emmett taught for a bit longer, and then gave us all a worksheet. When we started working, I turned to Will.

"You read Shakespeare?" I asked, still feeling surprised.

He nodded, seeming amused. "That one's my favourite."

"Mine too." I mumbled.

We both stared at each other for a moment, and then quickly averted our eyes. My phone then vibrated. It was a text from Clary.

Clary🎨: He practically just said that poem to u

Me: No he didn't

Clary🎨: Oh c'mon you know he did! U saw the way he stared u down at the end

Clary🎨: And then looked away all embarrassed

Me: I'm going to stop replying now

I put away my phone, and Clary turned around to face me.

"You're in denial." She said.

I sighed. "I'm not in denial, Clary, I'm being realistic. He told me himself that he doesn't like me like that." I whispered the last part.

"And did it ever occur to you that he could be lying?" Clary raised an eyebrow, looking amused.

I shook my head. "You didn't see him, when he told me. He looked serious."

She scoffed. "You know Will, he's an expert at hiding his real feelings."

I only bit my lip, feeling nervous for some reason. Suddenly she started to smirk.

"You know what you need?" She said. "A boyfriend."

Clary said the word "boyfriend" very loudly, so Will would hear, I figured. He did. His head snapped up, and he looked at the two of us. I blushed.

"I don't need a boyfriend, Clary." I said.

"Yes, you do need a boyfriend, Tessa." She spoke, making sure Will could hear.

Will's eyes widened, and he looked at me for a second, and then quickly averted his gaze. Clary giggled.

"He's so jealous." She whispered to me.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "No, Clary, he isn't."

She sighed tiredly. "You're so blind."

Clary then turned around, and I went to back to my work. She was wrong, Will wasn't jealous.

Why would he be?