What Goes Around Comes Around

Chapter 3: It Was An Accident

Brittany's House Above^^^

(Jayson point of view)

Brittany really has changed her personality over the years. It's like she's nervous and timid all the time yet she gives off a nonchalant laid back serene type vibe but who wouldn't be when your bully starts being nice to you all of a sudden. I'm also getting a vibe that she doesn't wanna be around me which is weird like most girls pray for my attention but she just avoids me and I had to basically force her to go out with me. I know just how to deal with that though. I'm driving her home so I can talk to her and persuade her to trust me a bit more.

I look over at her and see her fidgeting and I smile at how cute she is wait I'm not supposed to think like that. I shake my head and try to get it together. This is simple just a one night stand that's it but I wouldn't mind if it was more. I mean she really did fill out nicely unlike the plastic surgery jobs I see at school. She obviously doesn't think so though and I don't know why but I can change that in no time. I can't wait to be inside her. I bite my lip imagining deep stroking her while she moans my name asking for more. I quickly remember that this is all a bet so it can only happen once since I don't wanna mess up my reputation.

That's one reason I wasn't friends with her anymore. Devilyn had told me that in 6th grade the day she made Brittany run home. I felt guilty and told Devilyn we should apologize but she told me popular people like us didn't need to be around lames like her. They were just gonna make me look bad. Me being the child I was I believed her and here I am still fulfilling that belief to this day.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to Brittany cause I am. I mean who wouldn't be though, she's beautiful and sweet and looking at her gives me a boner. Me and her actually used to be best friends until Devilyn came along. I kinda had a crush on her and maybe still did but I knew I couldn't. People would talk if they found out someone like me dated her so I gotta seem uninterested and bully her. It's pretty dumb I guess but no one touches her or anything I make sure of that. I still never adjusted to her new attitude though. She became a new person after her mom died but I don't know if it was for the better or worse.

When we were young she was so carefree and happy. Now she hardly smiles unless she is talking with her friend Zara and she hides herself all the time. Though she can't hide that body she has even though she tries sometimes. I notice her and other guys do to especially since she's a virgin but she doesn't give anyone the time of day probably which I'm incredibly thankful for. These hormonal teenage boys just want one thing not saying that I'm any different but I know and I don't want her with anyone else.

It pisses me off sometimes because she doesn't see how damn fine she is. I know I shouldn't be concerned considering I'm not even supposed to be friends with her but hey what can I say. Of course now I don't have to worry cause soon enough she's gonna be all mine doing what ever we please. In do time but after that I win this bet and we can get these things back to usual. Hopefully.

(Brittany point of view)

I'm so nervous and I keep fidgeting with my fingers. I sit as close to the door as possible ready to jump out if needed. I don't trust Jayson at all and I haven't since 6th grade. I'm just ready to get to the privacy of my home and eat. I didn't eat at lunch because I was lonely without Zara so I went to the library. She better have a good excuse as of why she went M.I.A on me the whole day.

My thoughts get cut off when I feel a hand on my leg. I look to see Jayson's hand rubbing my thigh. I inhale a breath and try to wiggle my leg without him noticing but he just tightens his grip. I exhale a shaky breath when he speaks. "So how you been haven't talked to you in forever." "Okay I guess." I say keeping it simple. "How's your dad?" He asks trying to make conversation. "Don't ask." I say a little edgy but not on purpose. "He's not doing well?" He asks. "Well lets just say he's not the best at the moment and hasn't been for a while." I tell him. "What do you mean?" I blow out a breath and speak. "For starters he's a complete drunk and hasn't worked in years. All he does is sleep, drink, and talk shit. If it wasn't for me and my moms trust fund we'd both be on the street by now because of him." I blow out forgetting who I'm talking to. He takes his eyes off the road and looks at me worried then as fast as I see it it's gone. "Sorry I said to much." I tell him ready to get out this car feeling embarrassed.