The Bad Boy and the British Girl

The Boy Who Broke My Trust

Elizabeth Baker's POV:

How could he? I am distraught. He's the first boy I've ever let into my life before, the first boy I've ever opened up to. The first person I've let down my walls around...and then I find out he made a bet on me? To kiss me? Or to sleep with me? I remember the phone call from Charlie.

"Hey what's up?" I ask Charlie as I hear her worried tone.

"It's about Zach..." She begins.

"Yes? What about him?" I say, curiosity is deepening.

"Well, Liz. Um. I. Uh.."

"Spit it out Charlie what is it!" I laugh as she stutters.

"I know you kissed him." She states quickly. My heart drops, I don't know why.

"Your point being?" I become defensive.

"George saw it...he told me that...um...well Zach isn't what he seems." She mumbles the last bit.

"In what concept?" I ask, getting more and more confused.

"He...he made a bet. Well the boys...my brother and Joe and him made a bet that he could kiss you..." My breathe hitches, my eyes widen. How could I have been such a fool? How?!

"What kind of bet?" I mutter, my voice cracking.

"A money bet. $20 for a kiss and..."

"And what Charlie? Just tell me." I am boiling with rage.

"$50 if he slept with you." She says, letting a breathe go. I feel tears stinging at my eyes. This is it, this is why I never trusted a guy, because they all hurt you in some shape or form. I knew it from the off and I still stupidly let him in. Jesus Elizabeth you are an idiot!

"Charlie I need to go." I say sternly.
"What are you going to do Liz?" She says wearily.

"I'm going to try everything in my will not to fucking kill the bastard." I whisper as I hang up and lie on my bed.

I can feel my heart beating. Tears are streaming down my face and I can't stop it. I really thought I had found someone who I could rely on, to trust, to care for me. I'm currently lying on my bed on this fine Saturday evening, crying my eyes out. My lights are turned on and I can't believe how much of an idiot I was to trust that boy. That boy who I watched sleep with Jessica Mayne on his first day at my school, the boy who broke into my room the first night he was here and the boy who followed me to my secret place. The boy who got me punched, the boy who I took a beating for. And then I find out, everything he's done, everything he's said was just a ruse for some dumb bet, because Elizabeth Baker doesn't date anyone.

I turn towards my light switch and flick it off. The only thing that will make this all worse is if I don't sleep, all I have to do is get through tomorrow without seeing him and then I can just hang out with Charlie all week. Then it's the Halloween holidays, I get to sit back and enjoy turning 17. And I'll forget all about him. Everything about him, I keep running this through my head as my eyes droop.

———

I wake to my mother sat on the end of my bed. Her eyes looking at me with worry.

"Why are your eyes puffy?" She quizzes me as I sit up and rub them.

"What do you mean?" I ask, still confused as to what time it is.

"Elizabeth, it's 12:30am, on a Sunday. You always get up at 8 on a Sunday to walk the dog, you've woken up with puffy eyes like you've been crying and you are still dressed!" My mother cries and she moves closer to me.

"Your point is?" I retort, not in the mood for explaining myself.

"I know something happened last night. I know you went out with Zach. Did he? Did he-" she chokes on her words.

"God no. Mum god no. He would never. Just no. I promise, I wouldn't just cry if that happened. He uh..." I stutter...

"What did he do? What did he do I swear I will kill the boy who hurt my little baby girl." She says with pride and confidence, though I knew truth was radiating those words.

"He made a bet that he could kiss me with every boy in the school. $20 for a kiss, $50 for sex. The whole getting close to me was a facade for his own damned ego to prove he could get any girl." I said, slumping my shoulders forward, hunching over and feeling miserable. "And I kissed him." I whisper.

"What? When?" Mum asks, flustered with rage and confusion.

"Last night when he dropped me off. I kissed him...I was an idiot to." I say, mumbling.

"Why did he take you out?" She asks. She knows already I can tell.

"I told him." I mutter, looking up at her finally.

"Everything?" She says, eyebrow raised.

"Majority." I respond, slumping into my pillows in disbelief at my stupidity.

"It wasn't a ruse." She hushed a whisper.

"It was. He may have taken me out afterwards. But it makes sense, he followed me and would never give up. He would never give up, no matter how many times. Because there was a cash incentive!" I yell, anger boiling out of me now.

"It sounds like he followed you for a reason, no boy would follow you like that unless he was madly in love!" She grabs my hand with a kind smile.

"He slept with another girl twice though." I say in defeat,

"Oh. Well. What a fucking bastard." She tuts, we carry on muttering about how horrid life was for a while before she runs downstairs and makes some hot chocolate and popcorn. We both snuggle into my bed before putting on '10 things I hate about you' on my laptop. It's one of my all time favourites, bar pirates of the Caribbean, but I can't bring myself to watch something that reminds me of him at the moment. However I find that this movie is pretty much the same situation that I'm in, except it wasn't a stupid bet. It was for another guy to get Cat's sister, therefore different reason but still money was involved. All I can say is Heath Ledger is the only man I would have been able to forgive for breaking my heart, as Augustus from the fault in our stars said, it would be an honour to have my heart broken by you.

But it wasn't an honour to have Zach break not only my heart, but any trust I had for him.