When The Good Boy Meets The Whore...

Chapter 14- Vicenzo..

《 He was the peace to her scariest nightmare whilst she was the magic to his boring dreams...》

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{A/N: A small unexpected surprise at the end of the chapter! That doesn't mean u scroll to the end. No cheating!
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Abigail's POV

I squint my eyes open, stretching my arms around. The sun had risen and it was another day to pretend fake. My hair was flying everywhere, dishevelled and tied in a knot.

Great start to the morning.

I stand up in front of the mirror, and for the first time I had woken up peacefully and with a smile.

You're beautiful...

A voice rings in my head, making my smile grow into a full-sized grin.

Wait what?!

Shaking my head off and pushing back the stupid thoughts somewhere in the back of my head, I drag myself inside the washroom.

Taking a quick shower, I wrap the white towel around me and make my way towards my closet.

Opening the wardrobe, I look at the white note placed right over a pile of clothes, written neatly in beautiful calligraphic handwriting.

I pick the paper up and scan the written message over and over again, looking back and forth between the neatly placed clothing item and the paper.

"What the fuck?"

Trystan's POV

"Good morning ma." I blithely greet my nana.

She immediately smiled back with a knowingly look. "Wow! Someone's in a good mood huh."

I nod at her with the same energy before picking up my goods for school. I couldn't wait to reach school.

Yes! Me, I! I hadn't actually discussed Abby's punishment as a loser in the challenge but I did set it up for her. And indeed she was shocked as I had thought so.

I had received a good morning call early in the morning, obviously from non-other than the loser. Wow! That's a first.

Apparently, she went like this.

"Trystan Raphael Vincent Gonzales.!!"

"It's Vincent Raphael and good morning to you too sunshine." I answer flabbily.

"What the fuck do you think of yourself loser?? How can you even think I would actually abide by whatever you order me to!"

God! She is screaming more than Cinderella's stepmother shouts at her. "Stop screaming so loud in the morning woman!!" I groan aloud. "And the last time I saw, you were the loser and you're supposed to go by the task I put for you. If you're too much of a chicken, you can back out."

And that's how you hit a home run.

"You think I'm a pussy like you?? Wait and watch you fucker, and trust me, Gonzales, you're gonna pay for this." And with that, she hung up the phone.

I'm ready to pay everything if I get to see her performing the alleged task. I couldn't wait for the moment, I internally squeal like a girl.

As I told earlier, I'm a jerrygirl!

I dash towards the door, obviously in a hurry to see her but only to be greeted with a bruised up Colton.

"Haah." I gasp involuntarily at his punctured state. "Col, what happened?"