REVENGE (Slow update)

REVENGE (Slow update)

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I am contented and happy I am popular I am pretty I am smart I am good I am rich I have a loving and good bestfriend And a handsome and caring BOYFRIEND They said that I am every man's dream of I have almost a perfect life. But what if...... Your bestfriend is FAKE She just used you She make you as her friend so that she will be popular too To be close with your boy friends and girl friends And to get your one and only Boyfriend I will make your life a living hell! I trusted and believe in you! But you just used me. And its time for me to have revenge on you. It's pay back time my dear *smirk* Get READY!
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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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