The Bet: Two Can Play at That Game

The Bet: Two Can Play at That Game

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"How about..her" He smirked devilishly pointing passed me. I looked in his pointed direction and a smirk of my own played at my lips. He knew our past and he thought that would stop me. Well he would have to think twice. I, Christopher Young, never backed out of a dare. Christopher Young. Captain of the basketball ball team, one of the many players at EastWood High, and one of the most arrogant guys you'll ever meet. Sum him all up in one word: Cocky. One day of shameless joking, he ends ups making a bet with his friends to make a girl fall in love with him over the course of two months without him being able to catch any feelings . Nevaeh Ryder. Shy, to herself, and doesn't speak to strangers unless spoken to. She'll treat as you treat her. Sum her all up in one word: Reserved She's not exactly one to step out of her box, but what happens when she gets targeted for this bet and over hears the whole thing? She plans on getting revenge and showing Chris that two can play at his game.
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Underage

I feel the breath of air on the back of my neck. My limbs freeze and my breath catches in my throat. The male hands grab me by the hips. I can't move. His lips are by my ear, grazing the skin, his teeth tugging on my earlobe. His breath is hot on my skin, his lips moving down to my neck. My head tilts slightly. I shake my head. He doesn't have a weapon, I do. I turn in his grip, raising my bat. He catches the swing with one hand. He doesn't even flinch. "I wouldn't do that baby." His voice is like velvet, filling up the room. His lips are back on my neck, his tongue trails over the skin. The voice, the lips, are familiar. "You might mess up my pretty face." "Pretty face, my ass." I let the bat drop to the floor in-between the two of us. I should've known. "What are you doing here?" "Besides scaring you shitless?" "You didn't-" "Don't lie, I saw what you did to those poor hangers." *** It's a game of cat and dog. A game that's lasted four years. A game that expires in three short months. It's a battle of wits, of sarcasm, of teasing one liners, of sloppy kisses that may lead to more but nothing passed physical. It's a game with no rules. And they seem to be breaking them all. Thea Shaw and Ethan Michaels have a complicated relationship. One that neither wants to come to an end. But with college nearing and feelings developing what will come of their little game? He promises her one last summer of underage fun; parties, sunsets, long talks, sweet kisses, and no talk of college until it's time to leave. There are only two ways this summer can end. Either in each other's arms or the breaking of their hearts. #4 in New Adult [COMPLETED]

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