Bet Me

Chapter 26

James pov

"Oh I remember you-ow!" I opened the door just to get smacked by Savannah's tan friend I met at the beach. "What did I do?" I sigh not letting her talk, "Look, I've just been upset recently. I still want to be with her."

"Well she doesn't" Her friend pushes me out of the way, inviting herself in. "You know James Taylor, I never liked you." She wags her finger as she makes her way to the fridge. She pulls out my tacos from last night and starts munching on them.

"Those are my tacos!" I exclaim excitedly. "You know what, you can have them." I gave it a second thought, thinking about where her hands could have been before touching my food. It wasn't worth the risk.

"Damn right I can." She walks over to the couch with the food in the styrofoam container. "So you and Savannah are over." Her smirk could be seen for miles.

"What do you mean?" Confused, I walk towards her. 

"Well last night I took her to the club and she met your little friend Katie. Well, of course, that wasn't the first time." She takes a bite and pauses, I hated her wicked smile. "Because of course you screwed up and let her meet your f-buddy months prior."

I sighed, she was smarter than I thought and even though I would have wanted to, there was no point in arguing with her. 

"And while she was there." She takes a sip of water from the bottle out of my fridge. "Poor girl. She met all of your other f-buddies." Her wicked laugh matches her smirk. "But you want to know the icing on the cake to a terrific night?" Her friend throws my container away and walks towards my door. She opens it and hangs on the door knob, I knew whatever she was about to say was something I did not want to hear. "She learned her boyfriend actually wasn't her boyfriend. He was just what she got when she got caught up in an awful bet so the douche bag James Taylor could have more money to get laid and party. And before you throw that bottle away." She puts on her sunglasses as she points towards the water bottle she had been drinking out of. "You may want to get a good drink of it because the lipgloss I borrowed from Savannah is on the rim and that is the closest you'll ever get to kissing her again." Furiously, she slams the door behind her. I knew I made a mistake. 

"Savannah. Savannah! Savannah open up please!" Moments after Allie left my apartment, I sprinted towards the campus dorms, just hoping for the second word to Savannah. If I couldn't have her back, at least I could explain to her my motives. As I bang on the door, I noticed, it was unlocked. I twist the knob open. 

I don't see colorful matching sheets on Savannahs bed anymore. Although I see basic white sheets on Allies bed now, Savannah has nothing. I fumble through her drawers and discover nothings inside of them. 

"Dammit!" I scream, shaking the drawer as a binder smacks the side of my head. It lay on the floor so still but the hard inferred it had many secrets. I picked it up and ran my thumbprint along the engraved print that said 'Savannah'. I thought I shouldn't, but the it was too tempting to not at least peak. I knew I would never see her again and this was my last bit of closure.

Savannah Gray 

may 1th, 2017

                                                                                Final

Often when we think of change, we gear towards the negative aspects. What could happen and how long do I need to be out of my comfort zone to get there? When I thought of change, I longed for it. I couldn't wait to get out of the little state I lived in and go to the sunny state of California. A new school, new friends, and a new me. But it wasn't all it cracked up to be. See, when I got here I neve knew I would meet the boy that would change my perspective for good. This isn't some sappy love story because it's anything but. The guy I fell for was nothing like what you see in the movies. You know, the ones about a new girl who falls in love with the romantic bad boy. You see, this guy changed my view on the world. Nothing would ever be the same. Our story was ours but it wasn't all happiness and flowers. It was sacrifice. It was meeting him at a bar when he already had 6 shots in him. It was falling in love with his smart attitude. It was learning about his past, the hard things but being there. The jitters on our first date. The magic of our second. It was being in his arms never wanting to let go. But it was also finding out that the thing I found beauty in, began to destroy me. You see, being a player means two things. 1. You don't care about who you hurt. and 2. You'll do anything to get what you want. But I ignored the warning signs and found beauty in him. I found the good in the bad and loved every moment of it. But I got hurt and I could never see myself with him again. So sacrifice came into play. He's still here and I go back to my old dreaded town with my wasted dreams. But the fasinating yet scary part is I would do it over and over again just to feel that feeling again.

With that, I grip the binder closer in my hand and walk out the door. Feeling every word sink it to my soul, reading it over and over on that long walk to anywhere.