How To Win at Life

How To Win at Life

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I know what you're thinking: "How To Win At Life" - that's grammatically incorrect. (Unless you're talking about the game of life. I always win that.) But don't worry, that was my first thought too when I picked it up in the shop. I had a negative view on the book that W.H.Smiths was advertising before I even opened it. The blurb didn't help: "This is all you need to win at life. Follow these simple rules and your life will never be the same again. Your essential guide to beauty, family, friends and boys." Here are my reasons for doubting the book: 1. Never trust a book with an incorrect title. 2. If there was a guidebook for life - I would know. 3. The generic "you" that is used must not include people who accidentally take their shirt off with their jumper in class. 4. They obviously haven't met me
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C O M P L E T E D "Date me," he spins the whiskey around in the glass and fixes me with a smirk. I roll my eyes the moment the words roll off his tongue. "Are you really that desperate?" I scoff in response, fighting back the ever prominent blush. His smirk widens as my face flushes red and he leans over the countertop towards me. I step back. "Name your price," he replies, his words cool and smooth like ice cream. Only I would reference food at a moment like this. Anger rolls around in the pit of my stomach; I may not have money but I have morals. "You can't buy people, Grant," The words fall out of my mouth and he recoils as if slapped. I'm glad. Stupid rich boy and his player ways. "Bet I can," I resist the urge to slap the smug look of his face and scoff again. "Right," I drag out the word, rolling my eyes. I step away from the counter and turn my back on him, desperate to leave. But he speaks again. "Date me. Two months. If you fall for me for my money, I win. If I fall for you for who you really are, you win." I consider this for a moment. I have nothing to loose and really not much to gain. But I'm so desperate to put the asshole in his place that I can't resist. I'm a sucker for a bet. "Deal."

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