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Midnight
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Ongoing, First published Feb 01, 2017
we stood in front of the large oak door knocking harshly as the music drowned the noise out. A dark brown haired boy with icy blue eyes swings the door open mid laugh. Cole Radley. My childhood nemesis. Our eyes lock, both of us seeming to freeze in time. 

"Hunter?" He exclaimed a look of pure shock on his pretty boy face. 

"HuNtEr?!?" I imitated him trying to ignore the one over he gave me. "Yes dip shit." I rolled my eyes. 

"So smart people school really booted you out, huh?" A smirk slapped on his face. My face dropped immediately. I turned to my friends. 

"I told you this isn't going to work. I'm going home enjoy getting alc poising without 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."