The One That Got Away (On-hold and Under Editing)

❤ Fifteen - Bet on it ❤

❤ Chapter Fifteen - Bet on it ❤

The winner was not me. It was some girl who wrote a song about some playground crush. I was the first runner up.

Looks like the judges preferred crushes to bitterness.

But then again, who doesn't?

They gave me fifty bucks as a prize and then went home.

"You totally should have won!"

"Yeah, your song was the best!"

I sighed. "No, it's okay. It's not a big deal, guys. I've been in a lot of competitions, in case you guys haven't noticed. And this one wasn't all that special. But hey, at least I got fifty bucks!"

We dropped Katie off at her house and then went home. I directly went to my room and got started on my homework which was luckily only an assignment for advanced science.

After finishing the homework, I decided to scroll through my Instagram. There was a picture of me onstage, singing. The caption was, "Redfield's Piper Green-performing a song about bitterness and complicated love? Who could that be about?"

I groaned, tossing my phone down on my bed. "Would it kill them to mind their own business?!"

Then my phone dinged. I got a text--from Blake.

Blake: I heard you wrote a song about me, Pipes. Didn't know I was that special ;)

I rolled my eyes and typed in a response.

Me: You're special enough to earn a punch in the nose, though.

It wasn't long after that he sent me a reply.

Blake: It didn't hurt as much as your song.

I glared at my phone screen, fuming.

Blake: I mean, "Pissed off as hell, get your act together or else I'm leaving you"?! Seriously?!

Me: You're just jealous cuz u can't write a decent song :P

Blake: Oh is that what you think?

Me: Mm-hmm. And that's what I'll keep on thinking until the day you prove me wrong.

Blake: Oh I most definitely will prove you wrong, Piper Green.

Me: Sure, whatever, Blakie boy.

Blake: Wanna bet on it, then?

Me: OK, if you don't give me a decent song by Monday, then it's official: BLAKE GOLDMAN CAN'T WRITE A DECENT SONG TO SAVE HIS LIFE.

Blake: And if I win the bet, you can't snap at Cassie or say anything bad about her, AND I get to hang out with you WITHOUT Travis Jones popping up outta nowhere.

Piper: And if I win, I get to hang out with you without CASSANDRA popping up outta nowhere.

Blake: Oh it's on, flutist girl.

Piper: Prepare to lose, Blakie boy ;) xoxo

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Friday afternoon, Cassandra and I were hanging out in my room.

Wow. That sentence was just so wrong.

But then again, it was unbelievably true.

We were drafting our book report on my laptop. Too bad that we had to pass the report on Monday and we had to go with what Cassandra suggested--to make the report about a book what we've already read.