Our Bet (SLOW UPDATES!!!)

Our Bet (SLOW UPDATES!!!)

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Grace the smart beautiful nobody at school. Ash the sexy bad boy - man whore of the school They make a bet to fake date for 6 months benefiting both of them. Ash slowly start changing Grace. Something happens to Grace that is life changing. what happens when one falls of the other? what will people think? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ash leans against my locker as i get my self situated. "People are staring... its probably the whore of an outfit u picked out for me." I muttered "Their just shocked were dating." he said rolling his eyes. " And i like your outfit, everyone wears stuff like this." he said tugging on my half shirt. I grabbed the books out my locker. "Yeah well i dont." I sighed Ash slammed my locker shut drawing more attention. He then grabbed my books and put them on top of the locker. "You know i cant reach that." i said slightly irritated but he just hushed me and stepped into my space."What are you doing?" i asked looking up to him. "Lets hug, your stressed." he said shocked face where expressed and murmurs erupted. Yes.. Ash Ross had just asked for a hug. Unable to say no, I forced a smile and and wrapped my arms around his neck. Ash arm snaked around my naked waist pulling into his chest. I breathed in the smell of smoke and cologne
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She steps around me, hips swaying like a predator's, her helmet fixed forward but her voice stalking me like a shadow. Slowly, deliberately, she slides one gloved hand down the metal tab of her fireproof suit. Her fingers curl around the zipper by her throat. With a tug, it dips lower over her chest. Not just a few inches, no, all the way. The neckline plunges into shadow, nothing hiding the fact that she's crossed the line from race-ready to reckless. From fierce to fucking dangerous. I lean in, my other hand rising. I press my fingers to the collar of her suit. Right at the edge where the zipper ends. Her breath catches, and even through the helmet, I hear it. "You wanna flirt, fine," I say. "But if you're going to look death in the eye and laugh, you better be ready for someone to call your bluff." I drag the zipper back up. "Maybe I want someone to call it," She says silkily. I don't let go of her wrist. Instead, I lean just a little closer, my voice barely a thread. "Then stop hiding behind helmets." -------------------------------------------- Even through the thick smoke, the helmet, through the roar of the engines- he sees her. Not 𝙀𝙡𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚, the composed girl with the gentle eyes and kind smile. 𝙑𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮. The ghost who races like a warning, the myth with steel in her veins. The one who's been haunting the streets and humiliating his crew, one win at a time. And he's obsessed.

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