The Bet

Chapter 2-Consecutive Gasps Are A Good Thing, Right?

hey y'all

what the heck im not southern.

but i am from the south side of chicago if that counts for anything.

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"Oh my god." America said as she looked at the photo that now laid on my nightstand.

"WHY ARE YOU SO FREAKING SECRETIVE! YOU NEVER TOLD ME CAMERON AND YOU WERE FRIENDS! WELL, MORE THAN FRIENDS!" America screamed as she held up the framed photo of Cameron and I.

It had been taken freshman year, back when things were good back in California. Cameron had stood there next to me with his blue eyes glimmering and his brown hair shinning in the mid-afternoon sun as I held his face close to my own. We stood nose to nose, both of us smiling uncontrollably.

That had to be one of my best memories with Cameron, and it made me feel nostalgic craving for that love again. We were at the beach, and it was the day he finally asked me out officially. Sure, before then we had kissed and such, but never had he officially asked me out.

Once a boy named Quinn, Quinn Winslow, had asked me out on date near Cameron. Bad move Quinn. I turned him down, but the day after he showed up to school with a broken nose and a black eye and Cameron had split knuckles on his left hand and white bandages on his right. When I asked him what happened he didn't reply, he only grabbed my waist and pulled me into one of his deep kisses that made butterflies form in my stomach.

"I love you." I remember him saying as we laid in the sand, rolling around near the water.

Easily the best day of my life.

Of course my lovely memory was interrupted by America screaming in my ear.

"HOLY SHIT THOUGH! IS THIS WHY YOU ALWAYS HIDE WHEN HE WALKS BY! HOLY SHIT CRACKERS! OH MY GOD BREE! HOLDING THIS VALUABLE INFORMATION FROM VAN AND I? OH MY GOD I WOULD KILL YOU, BUT I AM NOW GOING TO WIN THE BET FOR SURE!" While America huffed to try and catch her breath again I tried as hard as I could to keep my smile hidden from her surge of her excitement.

"I just wanted to forget him." I mumbled as I ran a hand through my stick-straight hair.

"Well you won't be able to now. Adriana will be gone and you'll at the top. New feeling, ya know?" I tried to muffle my laughter behind my fist but America's eyes caught mine.

"Something you want to tell me Bree?"

So I did.

I told her everything down to the first day I met the wide-eyed Cameron in preschool, to the time we found out both of us were moving.

By the time I finished telling her my sad tale, tears brimmed her eyes and she had her hand over her mouth, her manicure glistening in the fine lighting.

"Oh my god Bree." America said as she scrambled over to me and she pulled me into a hug. She rested her head on my shoulder, which had to be difficult because I was three inches taller than her, being 5'11", but she did it anyway.

She was trying to be comforting, and at that moment I felt I needed that comfort that I had pushed away for so long.

"Mar, I think I'm tired. Want to go to bed now?" I asked in a tired voice. America nodded as she shuffled over my rug towards my extra bed. My room wasn't exactly small, so of course there were three beds. I had thought it was a waste at first, but my parents thought otherwise. My mother had said that if I wanted friends I wouldn't make them sleep on the floor so begrudgingly I agreed. Now that I only had two friends it actually worked out pretty well.