A bet? Oh, it's on.
"What kind of bet?" I raised a brow, crossing my arms. This suddenly got me interested because in fact, I have won many bets. I wasn't going to lose this one and when I win, I can brag to Caleb and make him feel sorrow.
"If something happens to you while we're here, we have to get a tattoo." I chuckled, happen to me? After that car crash, I don't think I'll be doing anything. Please, also did he see what I did to Cheryl? I could beat anyone up. Well, not literally. Other people, I would feel bad for beating them up. Unless they are like Cheryl.
"What do you mean if something happens to me?" I furrowed my brows.
"Like if you get drunk, or I have to save your ass, or I have to take you home because you couldn't control yourself." He shrugged, me? Do those? He ain't gonna win. He's setting up false hope for himself.
"And if something happens to me or I make out with a girl, you win." He smirked. This is easy. He's obviously gonna lose. He's a player, all he wants to do is make out. Make out with a girl? I'm dying! He's losing for sure. I can imagine it now, as I walk into a room and see him making out with a girl. Then I can yell 'ha! I won the bet.'
"What if I win?" I challenged. He began to think and shrugged.
"You can do whatever you want to me and I am your slave till the end of suspension." He grinned. I started nodding and felt confident. This is like a volleyball game! Exciting.
"Game on." I squinted my eyes and we headed downstairs, holding hands.
Ew. I hate this. I also just realized how immature we are being, but I love it. I hate it and love it.
We both sat down on a couch and found two couples making out. I mentally gagged. Caleb winked at me and I rolled my eyes. I stood up and began to dance. I just let the music take my body.
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It's been like an hour and at this point I was thirsty. My tongue was as dry as a desert. A random guy looked at me and walked towards me. He smiled. He kind of looked like a waiter.
"May I help you?" I screamed, covering one of my ears.
"Would you like a drink?" The guy yelled back. Holding a tray.
"Sure! Get me a water! Thank you!" I yelled through the music. I could really use it. I'm parched. Holy. Im losing my mind. That guy could poison me. I'm overthinking. He's a good guy. He's also a waiter.
The guy came back and handed me a drink. I chugged it and it burnt. It wasn't water, it was vodka. I give this man a 1 star rating. He got my order wrong, like very wrong. This actually kind of pissed me off. My mind began to play flashbacks. Bad ones, that brought up all the bad times.
I asked the guy to grab me more, I want to forget these flashbacks. I never wanted to be reminded of them again. I needed to take it all away. They were like before, I hated my past and I hated these flashbacks.
After a while, I began to feel whirly. I didn't notice Caleb was still here but he was.
"Hey, babe." I let out a small chuckle as I walked towards him, almost falling but he catches me.
"Have you been drinking?" He asked.
"Yuppers! A random guy, waiter, gave me a drink and boom!" He shook his head.
"You shouldn't be drinking." He said, sternly.
"You sound like my mom." I rolled my eyes and got up again. I remembered my mom telling me that, she slapped me after. Mothers am I right?
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Roman pour Adolescents"You're the apple to my eye." He winked. I playfully rolled my eyes. I giggled at that. The fact that I've been stuffing apples in his mouth for quite some time. "And you're the missing piece to my pie." I looked up at him with a gummy smile before...
