The Bet {Editing}

Chapter 3-Stop Following Me!

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2014 Brianna👆
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Chapter 3.

~Laura Marano

Waking up is like the worst thing ever! I just want to sleep and never go to school! But I dreadfully get ready anyway...

I take a VERY quick shower. Feeling the soothing warm water run down against my skin. So refreshing.

I put on my black plain T-shirt, some regular blue jeans and my classic old converse with my glasses. I'm pretty well known for my shoes around the school. Everyone loves to make fun of me because of them. They're not very intelligent to know that money is difficult in my family. I really need new shoes...

I didn't even bother to grab a jacket or breakfast. I want to get to school as fast as possible so I can leave it just as fast.

Waiting for my bus my mind starts to drift off comprehending what happened yesterday. Ross.
His eyes.
Him being nice.
Our hands.
My journal is so important to me. It lets me vent. Just to let everything out. If Ross ever read it. Every secret of mine would no longer be so secret.

Just everything about yesterday was strange.
From Ross' unusual kindness to my flip-phone now having scratches.

Pulling my phone out my pocket rubbing my fingers against the lines within the glass.

My parents will kill me when I tell them.

A loud car bringing me out of my thoughts, I look up to see some blonde rich snob driving toward my bus stop. Getting closer I realize it's  a 2015 Porsche 918 Spyder. I only know because it's my dream car alright?
Only one snob I know has that car. In fact I was in his car just yesterday.

"Want a ride?" He asks rolling down his car window.

"I already have one," I point to the bus stop.

"You don't really want to ride the bus do you?"

"No but that doesn't mean I want to get in a car with you either," I snap.

Jeez.

In my defense he is a asshole.

"You didn't seem to have a problem with it yesterday." He gets out of the car walking toward me.

"Well I desperately needed a ride yesterday."

"You didn't seem that desperate," he starts getting close.

I chuckle talking a few steps back. "You're right. I didn't."

"Alright let me put it this way. You'll have more free time to yourself by getting into my car."

I wouldn't mind choosing a new book to read during my study hall. It would save me time...

"You didn't persuade me. I wanted to get into your car." I say clearly as he opens the passenger door for me once again.

"Whatever you say," he smiles closing the door.

~Ross Lynch

We get there early. Again the perks of having a fast car. I smile saying goodbye to Carla. (His Car)