The Bet (A Greyson Chance Love Story)

Chapter 2

This is the second chapter... I hope you like it! And please comment(: thank youuu!<3

I walked to the only empty seat left in the room, not even bothered by the fact that Greyson was staring at me. I sat down, and he still stared at me. It’s kinda annoying, so I snapped at that player.

“What are you staring at?!”

He smirked. Ugh. I hate those player. I rolled my eyes and looked back at the whiteboard, and the class began when Mr Richards came in and brought papers with him.

“Popquiz!” he said, and the whole class dropped their head on the table.

Two classes ended in a blur. I did what I supposed to do, syudy and do the popquizzes, and then it’s time for lunch break. As always, I shuffled to the library, watching every step I took.

I was surprised when I saw that player and his friends were in front of the library entrance, talking and laughing while his group of ‘admirers’ giggling, whispering and gossiping. I rolled my eyes. Why the hell did they like him? I couldn’t see anything positive in him, honestly. Once a player, always a player. And from my experience... players are...UGH.

I walked towards the library entrance, and I could feel his gaze on me. I looked back immediately, scared that there was something wrong. He suddenly turned his gaze to one of the member of his so called admirers.

“What are you looking at?” I snapped at him. He smirked. That smirk. He smirked at me through out the whole math lesson, and now he smirked at me again. I wouldn’t fall for that smirk.

He stepped forward. “Miss, I have eyes, and I have the right to use them, including to stare, gaze, look or see someone or something.”

I stepped forward, staring coldly. His admirers gasped, my face was only like three inches away from his. “Wow, I just knew that you have eyes! Well next time, look for someone else who is comfortable with your so called gaze and stare.”

His smile faded. I turned back and enter the library.

I saw some girls from my science class staring at me from the third shelf to my right. Their names are Melinda Blake, Tashia Wonder and Jennifer Brennan.

“Hey blondie!” they whispered together, trying not to be so noisy. I looked at them, confused and pointed at myself. They nodded, and then I walked to them.

“What?” I asked, whispering back. They smiled, large. Jennifer showed me a paper with her handwriting on it, ‘way to go treating that player’.

I smiled, not even try to cover that proud smile. “Thanks,” I whispered.

-Greyson’s POV-

“That girl is pretty harsh,” Colton said. Colton and Colin are my buddies. I nodded, still staring at the library entrance.

“What’s her name again?” I asked, walking with the twin (that’s what I call Colin and Colton!). “I guess it’s Isabella something. She’s only popular because she’s a nerd and no one bully her,” Colton said.

Now that was weird. Obviously she’s pretty-well, compared to the other nerd in the school-with her blonde wavy hair, pinned by a white hairpin so they didn’t disturb her while she was reading, and her grey bluish eyes. She seems...mysterious.

“Dude, there’s the girl who often hangs out with that nerd,” Colin said, pointing at a random brunette with green eyes. “What’s her name?” I asked both Colin and Colton. They shrugged while I was walking to that chick.

I stared at that girl, judging her appearance. Well, she seems fine, so it wouldn’t matter if I talked to her, right? I started to do my thing. No one, I repeat, NO ONE, could ever resist my charm.

I came to that girl. “Hey girl,” I said, smiling at her. She looked like she almost...die.

“H-h-hi...” she said. I changed that friendly smile into a smirk, and then I asked. “What’s your name? You looked fine, girl.”

She gulped. She looks nervous. See? No one.

“Sylvia. Sylvia Tripp.” I nodded in understanding.

I know this girl. She’s smart as hell, and she’s popular, too.

“So, Sylvia... I often see you around with a blonde chick,” I said, and then she girns wideky. Okay, that’s kinda freaky. It never happened to me.

“You noticed er, don’t you? Bella?” she asked. Oh, so that blonde’s name is Bella. “So... her name is Bella?” I asked, only to make sure.

She nodded, “Yeah, Isabella Bliss.”

I smiled in understanding. She suddenly frowned.

“Why do you want to know about her? She tried her best to be invisible, and she is invisible.” I suddenly snapped at my own thought. Yeah, why would I care about her? Why do I even wanna know?