I Bet

Chapter 12

*Enjoy!❤*

~Macy~

*Ding!*

I roll my eyes and pick up my phone. My phone has been blowing up since I came home. I have messages from Danny, Carla, Jesse, and... Cristy? I instantly open the message from Cristy. My eyes run over the screen and my stomach drops. I can feel my blood pressure rise as it boils over. I chucked my phone across the room and watched it smack the wall and then the floor. The anger that built up took over my body and I could care less about my phone right now. The image played in my head. In my car... They had sex in MY car! I stand up and pace my room while thinking of rational ways to confront Jesse.

Right at that moment, I hear the loud chime of our doorbell. I take a deep breath and run downstairs to answer the door. As soon as I opened the door, my blood boiled and I felt my face go red.

"Hey wha-."

*Smack!*

Jesse stares at me in shock. I don't care if I look crazy; cause right now, I feel crazy.

"What was that fo-."

*Smack!*

I could tell he got angry because his eyes darkened and his fists clenched. I went to smack him again but he grabbed my wrist.

"What is your problem!?," he asks.

The bitter laugh that comes out my mouth scares me.

"You know why!"

His eyes widen. "Hear me out Ally."

"NO!," I scream. "DO NOT call me that! You are a sick and disgusting bastard Jesse Martinez."

He looks at me. "I know what this is about," he says. "I'm sorry I broke the rules of the bet. Can we just drop it now?"

Another bitter laugh shoots out.

"It's not even about the bet!," I yell. "I actually trusted you and thought we were friends!"

Tears well up in my eyes and I hate letting him see me weak.

"We are friends," he says.

"No, we're not," I say. "Friends don't fuck people in their friends car without them knowing."

He stops. "Wait, h-how do you know about that?"

"Cristy sent me the picture Jesse," I breathe out. "In my car? Really? Of all the places, you had to do it in my car?"

"I'm sorry," he says.

"No your not," I laugh. "You should have never did it. The fact that you did it in my car pisses me off and disgust me. I'm done with you Jesse. This bet was stupid and worthless, just like the amount of time I spent on you."

"But why?," he says. "Can we just talk about this?"

"No," I simply say. "What was the reason for this bet anyways? You randomly make a bet with me, and for what reason?"