The Bet That Made Me...

The Bet That Made Me...

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ᑕOᐯEᖇ ᗰᗩᗪE ᗷY ᗰE🦋 ➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰ I moved from my other school because my dad got a job as the deputy. I was never really a good girl, I was more of a wild child.One other reason why we moved is because I got expelled. I am at a new school . I have been there for 5 months now and I am redeeming my old ways as my parents call it I call it prison. My father expect me to be good because the deputy does not want a 'delinquent' as a child, to enforce that my parents threatened to send me to a boarding school. One day I bumped into the schools bad boy. He got inerested and started 'talking' to me as he calls it.. I call it annoying the hell out of me. Somehow I find myself at a party in chugging down beer while screaming "NARNIA" .... But that story is for another time. This story is about the dare or more like bet that I got from the bad boy when we were playing truth or dare from that party. I have to do it or be his personal maid for the rest of the year. Why I do the bet is because we signed it on a napkin and he may or may not have taken videos of me in my horridly embarrasing state called me being drunk and let's just say he has a lot of followers on Instagram.... I will be publishing every one or two weeks
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I smiled at him but tears were starting to blur my vision together. "I hate you." His smile faltered and he looked taken back, "Not like that, Drake. I hate you because you make me cry. You're supposed to beat up the guys who make me cry, not be one of them." "But they are happy tears, right?" he clarified. I smiled and nodded my head, before gripping his shirt, pulling his body against mine. "I'll never make you cry because you're sad, understood? I'm never leaving you." I didn't respond this time, I just sat in his lap, holding his torso and he played with my hair. "I don't know if I can let you in yet Drake," I told him truthfully, the one thing I had been dreading telling him. "I know. But I'll never hurt you like the others have. I-"he cut himself off and took a deep breath. "Riley?" he moved me away from his shirt. I looked at him in the eyes and say an emotion. One I hadn't seen in a long time and one I haven't seen in his eyes before. "Can I kiss you?" __________________ Drake was the player of the school. Everyone knew his name. Riley was the nerd of the school. No one knew her name. Complete opposites but for some reason, opposites seemed to attract. Riley knew that Drake had a new girl every week, but she felt like she could change him. And maybe she could. Maybe she'd be different. *Based on a true story*

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