One Simple Bet

Chapter seven

Betty's POV

When I finally get home I search through my bag in order to find my keys, which are most likely at the very bottom of my bag. I roll my eyes at the thought. I really need to organize my bag. I find them after a few minutes of searching, and unlock the door. I walk inside, making sure to close the door behind me, and am met with an empty living room.

I usually never see my mom until the morning because she works late hours and so she comes home very late. I would love to see my mom more often, but I know it's not possible since we need the money.

I take off my old worn out shoes, setting them next to the door, and make my way up the stairs that lead to my room. As I go to my room I look at our hallway walls, which are covered with childhood photographs.

My favorite is an old photo of my mom, dad and me. It was at one of my birthday parties. As I said, I never had many friends so I didn't have any friends to invite to my party or to celebrate my birthday with. My mom and dad always found a way to make my birthdays special. My dad came up with a tradition to go to an ice cream shop on my birthday, I still remember the last time we went there. But ever since my dad passed away we haven't continued that tradition. It just didn't feel right to do it without him when he was such a big part of it.

After getting lost in my thoughts I finally notice that I've been unconsciously walking towards my room. I take some last steps until I'm right in front of my door. I quickly open it and throw my bag onto the floor next to it. The first thing I do is lay on my bed, trying to think of what movie I should watch. After deciding to watch '10 Things I Hate About You', I undress and change into my comfortable clothes that consist of my soft grey sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. With that I press play on my laptop as the movie begins to play.

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Once my movie is over my stomach rumbles. I close my laptop and go downstairs to make myself dinner. Most of the times I have to make myself dinner and seeing as I can't cook anything well I usually end up ordering takeout.

I have tried to make something for myself multiple times but the outcome is always horrible. It's never edible and once I even got sick from my own at-home prepared dish. I'm still traumatized by it to this day. I swore to myself to never make that recipe again.

I pick up the phone and dial the number of a pizza parlors close by. They immediately pick up

"Good evening. What pizza would you like?" The person on the other end of the line says.

"Hello, I would like a pizza margherita please" i say as I order a pizza margherita. Some will probably call it plain or boring, but I love it. I don't understand how people can eat a pizza hawaii for example. In my opinion, pineapple does not belong on pizza.

Next they ask me for my address and once I tell them they reply. "Noted, your order will be right with you" The worker informs me.

"Thank you" And with that I hang up. I'm surprised they don't know my address from memory since I order there almost every week if not day.

True to their word, a few minutes later someone rings the bell at the front door, signaling that my pizza has arrived. I stand up from the couch where I was sitting as I was for my pizza. I walk over to the front door and open it. As I open it the pizza delivery boy comes in sight. He looks young, maybe two years older than me, he has messy blonde hair laying on top of his head, and brown eyes.

He clears his throat, snapping me out of my previous thoughts. I look down and feel my cheeks heat up.

"Here's the pizza you ordered" He holds out his hand with the pizza box in it.

"Thanks" I instantly grab the pizza, not wanting to embarrass myself more than I already have and hand him the money. Without saying anything else he leaves, which I'm thankful for.

Why did I have to stare at him like that? He probably thinks I'm a creep now.

I go back inside with the pizza box still in my hands and walk towards the dining table, where I previously set everything ready to eat. My mom will grab something from her way to work so I have the whole pizza to myself. I open the box and start eating my delicious dinner.

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I'm now laying in bed, exhausted from everything that happened today. Jughead Jones being at my locker, him asking me to go to a party with him, me embarrassing myself by staring at the pizza delivery boy... Too much has happened today.

I get up from my bed and walk over to my closet, taking my pajamas out of it and walking into the bathroom. I release my hair from the ponytail it has been in since the morning and brush my hair, getting rid of all the knots there might have been. After I'm done brushing my hair I get into the shower, letting the warm droplets hitting my back, freeing me of all my stress and worries I might have. I grab my strawberry scented shower gel once again and squirt some of it onto my hand.

Once I'm done with my shower, I put on my pajamas and walk over the sink to wash my face and brush my teeth. I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste in my hand. I squeeze some toothpaste onto my toothbrush and get to work.

After brushing my teeth and flossing, I quickly wash my face, since I don't have a skin care routine or anything I just wash my face with water and then grab a towel to dry it off. I've never really had a skin care routine since I never felt that it was necessary.

I turn off the lights in the bathroom and close the door. Walking over to the bed I turn off the lamp on my bedside table. I lay down and cover myself with my duvet. Soon enough I'm drifting off.

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