The Bet (under revision)

The Bet

JPOV

I woke up to the scream of bloody murder from Isabelle. As usual we'd overslept. I groaned rolling over and saw the blaring red numbers on my alarm clock say it was 7:40. I guess I better get ready school starts in 20 minutes. I climbed into the shower not bothering turning on the cold water letting the scalding hot water hit my bare skin. The heat of the water always seemed to calm me down. I felt the tense muscles on my back loosen almost immediately after the water washed over it. I turned the water off getting a white towel from the rack, wrapping it around my waist. In the middle of walking out of the bathroom I slammed into someone. Isabelle. Of course who else has the audacity to barge into someone else's room like that?

"What do you want, Izzy? Or don't tell me you just want to stare at my gorgeous body while I'm half-naked." I gave her my signature smirk. Which I might add has been known to melt girl's hearts. And a few guy's. But all I got from Isabelle was a scowl.

"In your dreams, Jace," She said rolling her eyes. "I just came to drop off your clothes so you could get dressed."

"I don't need your help to choose my clothes. Besides anything looks sexy when it's on this body." I said, pointing at my abs. Isabelle imune to even my charms just rolled her eyes.

"I've seen better packs than that," she scoffed.

I made a face of mock hurt, and put a hand over my heart. "Wow, Isabelle that one went straight through my heart. I'm hurt. I don't know how I could possibly survive this kind of heart break!"

"Get dressed. Now," she growled, and slammed the door as she left.

I laughed softly always enjoying the stupid banter me and Isabelle had every morning.

I looked down at my bed and the outfit she'd picked wasn't half bad if I was being honest but id never let Isabelle know that. A white v neck shirt, a black leather jacket and dark jeans with a pair of black Chucks. I'd never admit it to her face but she actually had a decent fashion taste. But I loved giving her hell whenever she tried to dress me.

It was all part of mine and Isabelle's morning ritual annoy each other till we try to strangle each other. I got dressed and made it down stairs in record time. I found Alec downstairs waiting for him dressed in his usual faded sweater and ripped jeans and his usual bed hair. It gave him an emo look.

"Finally, dude. It's like your turning into Isabelle. You both take forever" He pointed at what I was wearing. "And you're starting to dress like her too."

"Ha ha, Alec. You're so hilarious. You just crack me up."

Alec scowled at me. "You ducking glass mole… "

"Speaking of Isabelle her she comes," I cut Alec off in the middle of his rant. "Oh beauteous Isabelle, thank thee for gracing us with your presence." I got down on my knees in front of her and kissed her hand and started making out with it slobbering my spit all over it. Isabelle snatched her hands away from me and scowled in disgusts looking at her hand. It was all just too hilarious for me I started cracking up rolling on the floor. She kicked me in the ribs. Which would have hurt if I wasn't too occupied laughing my ass off.