chapter ten; bet.

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"Anthony and I..." He choked out again.

"It was- it was all a bet!" He yelled fast: like ripping off a band-aid.

"What? W-what was?" I asked, hoping, praying it wasn't what I thought. Anthony's eyes remained drilling into the floor, he didn't dare look at me.

"What?!" I exclaimed as they remained silent. "We... we used to joke about how you were only ever with guys for a small period of time..." Dan began to explain and I felt my heart tear. "So we made a bet to see if you would fall for one of us, and who you would date for the longest. We thought it'd be harmless. So we began getting close... and then we dated for a really long time and I promise you that was real." He begged.

I remained silent, knowing from experience that silence hurts the most and right now I was throwing daggers at their hearts.

Dan kept talking and telling me how he did have feelings for me and that he completely forgot about the bet but all I heard was a screeching noise and I couldn't take it anymore, so I ran.

I ran through the café burst through the doors and kept going. I had no idea where I was going and I looked insane running through Hollywood with tears dripping down my face and my hand gripping to my chest but people here were probably used to it. For the first minute I heard someone calling after me but I didn't let myself register their voice and I kept running for ten minutes until I was completely lost and out of breath.

I slumped down onto the ground and buried my head into my hands.

Why was I so vulnerable?

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