Riley's POV
"What do you want for Christmas?" James asks me at our lockers the next day as we get ready for our next class.
"What do mean?" I ask.
"What do you want me to get you for Christmas?" He asks again. I sigh.
"Nothing." I mumble.
"C'mon Ri. I can't get you nothing." He says using arm gestures.
"Sure you can. It's not that big a deal." I tell him.
"Yes it is. I want to get you something special." He tells me, pulling a strand of hair from my face. I sigh heavily.
The truth was, if James got me something nice and expensive, than I would have to get him something like that too. And that's way out of my budget.
"Is it because you can't get me something?" He asks quietly. I nod sadly.
"Ri, you don't have to get me anything." He says sweetly.
"Yes I do." I sigh. "I can't let you get me something while I have nothing for you."
"I don't care Riley. I get lots of stuff, so it doesn't matter if I don't have anything from you." He explains.
"You have been such and amazing boyfriend. I can't get you nothing." I say, starting to get frustrated. Than te bell rings.
"Sure you can." He says, pecking my lips. "Bye."
"Well bye." I sigh.
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Instead of paying attention in history class, I spent most of my time doing calculations in my head.
I knew I had to give a gift to my father. After all he's done for me, I can't not give him something. I will have to give something to Emily too. Nothing big, just something practical.
But what I was going to get James kept floating into my head. What do you get a seventeen year old boyfriend who can have everything that they want on a very minimum budget?
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The Bet
Storie d'amoreJames is the popular jock with the big reputation. Every girl wants him. His parents make more money than they know what to do with it, and has the world at his feet. Riley is the shy, new girl who doesn't want anything to do with him. James thinks...
