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Chapter 15

I was sitting on a bench at 3:06 am in the middle of the town's square. Shane was sitting next to me in silence. I was shivering from the cold; my hair was sticky and starchy. My clothes were damp. Vodka, strawberry juice and other unknown substances were enveloping my upper body. Shane wasn't looking very good either. A dark bruise was forming on his cheekbone; it was probably going to become a black eye very soon. His lower lip was swollen and had a small cut. His shirt was ripped off at some parts. 

I know what you're wondering...

How the hell did we end up like this?

What happened? 

Alright, I will enlighten you.

12 Hours ago...

"I'm so embarrassed," Laura said whilst chewing some French fries. It was lunch time "I mean, I can't remember a damn thing. There's this huge blank in my mind when I tried to remember that night," I gave her a sympathetic smile. It was Friday already, the week had rushed by uneventful. I'd talked to Evan everyday but he seemed so distant since last Sunday when I asked about where he lived. 

"Well, that's the power of alcohol, Lau. It can erase your memory," I said giving my hamburger a bite. 

"I'm not a drinker, you know that," she fork-pinched a slice of tomato from her salad "I just wanted to have fun that night and-"

"Drink a little but everything went down the drainage after the first drink," I finished for her. I heard the same statement many times this week. That was all she could talk about, I couldn't blame her though. I knew I would be doing the same-if not worse- if I was in her position. I knew she had to talk to Jordan sooner or later. It wasn't like she could avoid him forever, I mean, we attended to the same school and he lived down her street. But I could understand her fear. She was scared of what he could tell her, scared of confirming she'd lost something as special as her virginity in a drunken night. 

"Have he tried talking to you?" I asked and took a huge bite from my hamburger and got some French fries in my mouth until it was so filled my cheeks were inflated. It tasted so good, I moaned softly. Laura stared at me like I'd grown a third eye. I gave him a 'what' look. 

"I honestly don't know how you're so skinny. I mean, you eat like a pig," I narrowed my eyes at her whilst chewing my food "and to answer your question, if he's tried to talk to me I haven't noticed because I've been too busy avoiding him," I swallowed my food and opened my mouth to say something. 

"Julie!" A pitchy familiar female voice screamed from behind me. I lost my appetite and rolled my eyes. It was a good thing, she couldn't see my face. Reluctantly, I turned half of my body to look behind. There she came...

My torture...

The definition of hell on earth for me

Melissa. Shane's ultimately crush.

Remember my task list? Yeah, I had to make this girl fall for Shane within a week. I owed Shane big time since he'd saved me and Laura. However, I wasn't really succeeding; each time I mentioned Shane to her she would change the subject. It was like she didn't want to talk about him and I couldn't blame her. I forced a smile as she sat next to me placing her tray beside mine.

"Hey, I've been looking for you all day," she said smiling sweetly at me. Melissa was a sweet girl but she was taking this friendship too seriously. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't that I didn't like her. I just felt terrible for befriending her for such evil purposes like getting her in Shane's bed. I felt utterly disgusted with myself. Melissa seemed to be a nice girl. She didn't deserve to be used by someone like Jerkpid. 

"Yeah, I was starving so I practically ran over here," I lied giving her a closed mouth smile. Laura shook her head disapprovingly. 

We ate our food in silence. Melissa made a few comments about the paper work she did for Math and bragged about the A she got. I chuckled remembering Shane had failed that one because of me. His face was priceless. Oh Good times...

"Julie?" a hand was waved in front of my face.  I snapped out of my flashback moment to find a frowning Laura. Melissa was gone.

"Huh?"

"Are you going to eat that? Lunch time is almost over," I looked down at my tray. Half of my hamburger and French fries were still there. When had I stopped eating? I finished my food quickly "I'll see you in class" Lau waved her hand at me as she walked away,. We were heading out of the cafeteria, my stomach was full. I felt really good. However, my good mood went down the drainage when I saw who was coming towards our way.

Shane Mason...

The school's popular player... or how I'd like to call him...

The Antichips.

That was my original version of the Antichrist since I thought of chips as a gift from God. Shane was wearing a tight dark t-shirt making his defined arms and chest visible, his hair was messy and his eyes held a glint of smugness as he passed by girls and they almost drooled over him.  

Oh God... 

I have to hide!  

Without thinking properly, I got inside the nearest janitor's closet. I could hear the commotion vanishing in the outside. Everyone was probably heading to class. I would wait here for a few minutes and then ran to class. I really hoped Shane was out of the hallway when I come out. The door was swung opened and I jumped away from it before it could hit me. 

"Jones," Shane greeted stepping inside and closing the door behind him. A lopsided smirk formed on his lips "Are you hiding from me?"

"Me?" I exclaimed exaggeratedly "No, of course not," I shook my head repeatedly. Shane narrowed his eyes at me.  

"Yes, you are," he took a step closer. I backed away scared "Why?"

"I wasn't... I didn't..." 

"How is Melissa?" he asked staring at me suspiciously.

"All good, the plan is going great," I shouted with fake a enthusiasm. Shane got closer to me until my back was pressed against the wall. I swallowed.

"Really? That's weird because I just asked her out and she turned me down," he explained "so, your plan is not going so great, is it?" he placed a hand on the wall at the side of my face. His hazel eyes were boring into mine. 

"I tried, I really tried but she's-" Shane put his index finger over my mouth silencing me. I shivered at the contact. 

"You haven't tried hard enough," he retreated his hand and his gaze dropped to my lips. The tension in the room made my heart beat faster "If you fail, you'll be my slave for a night," I opened my mouth to protest "no buts, you owe me, Jones,"

"I'm not gonna have sex with you,"  I stated firmly. Shane chuckled.

"Why is it that you always think that? I don't like you, Jones so I wouldn't have sex with you even if you were the last girl in the world," His words stung. My hidden ego was wounded. I knew I should feel good about the fact that he didn't want me like that but it still hurt like hell. Shane managed to make me feel so ugly with just a phrase. Tears sprung to my eyes but I held them back and lifted my chin proudly.

"I wouldn't have sex with you even if... even if..." I trailed off not knowing what to say. Shane laughed and stared at me amused.

"Even if?" he cocked an eyebrow and leaned closer to me "That's bullshit, Jones. If I want to, you would be mine a in blink of an eye,"

"Never," I said in a puff. 

"You wanna bet?" 

"No," I replied seriously. I'd read too many stories about bets on wattpad. The girl always ended up losing, she either got her heart broken or she would live happily ever after with the guy. With my luck, I knew It would be the first option for me. Happy endings were not my thing. Shane's smirk grew bigger.

"You're afraid you'll lose, Jones?" He teased. 

"No, I ju-"

"Then why are you refusing?" He leaned closer until we were so close our breaths were mixing. I pushed him away from me but he didn't move a muscle "Aww, little Jones is afraid she'll lose, isn't she?"

"Back off," I pushed on his chest again. 

"Say yes,"

"No, Shane," I tried to step aside but he placed his hand on my hip keeping me still.

"Why not?" He insisted burying his face in my neck. I shivered as his nose made contact with my skin. My breath quickened.  

"Shane, stop!" I pushed his chest harder and this time he moved slightly backwards.

"Coward," he teased as I approached to the door "wait," he grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him.

"What?"

"There's a party tonight in Jordan's house," I folded my arms across my chest.

"So?"

"You have to take Melissa there. I will take care of the rest,"

"What? No, I can't do that,"

"Then I hope you enjoy being my slave for one night," I let my arms fall to my sides in defeat.

"Fine,"

"You can also take Laura with you,"

"I don't think so," I stated remembering Laura was avoiding Jordan. She wouldn't go to his house even if I dragged her there. 

"Why not?" Shane scowled at me "I thought they were-"

"Don't say anything!" I interrupted "I don't want to know,"

"What are you talking about?" I ignored him and got out of that janitor's closet. 

The afternoon rushed by pretty quickly. I didn't pay too much attention to my biology class since I was chatting with Evan.

Him: So you gave up on being cupid?

He knew everything about Melissa and Shane.

Me: Not yet, but I really suck at this stuff. Melissa doesn't even want to talk about him.

Him: haha Mrs. Strawberry sucks at love stuff, how ironic!

Me: What do you mean?

Him: You're all love and sweetness. You write cheesy stories but you can't even get two people together. 

Me: Oh shut up! 

Him: ;) touched a nerve, peachy girl? 

Me: Again with the nicknames?

Him: Yeah.

Me: What are you doing?

I asked trying to get to know more about him. Maybe get him to spit out where he lived by accident or something. Yeah, that was unlikely to happen but a girl can dream, right? 

Him: I'm writing. 

Me: really? What are you writing?

Him: A poem.

Me: About what?

Him: it's a sad poem :)

Me: Hmm, those are your favorites?

Him: I guess so.

Me: Can you show it to me? 

Him: No.

Me: Come on, if you're going to post it on wattpad I will read it anyway.

Him: I'm not going to post it.

I frowned.

Me: Why not?

Him: It's a personal poem. Nobody will read it. 

Me: wow, so much mystery. Now, I'm curious. At least tell me what is it about?

Him: You.

My heart skipped a beat and my breath was caught inside my lungs.

Me: me?

Him: Yes.

Me: You wrote a poem about me?

My heart was racing inside my chest. The dragons in my stomach were fluttering desperately. I bit my lower lip waiting for his answer.

Him: Yes.

Me: why?

Him: Because.

His vague answers would always get on my nerves. I was about to type a reply when the bell rang. Groaning, I told him I was heading to gymnastics and shoved my phone inside my pocket. 



**

After getting home from school, having dinner and getting ready. Melissa picked me up to get to the famous party. 

This is not going to end good

I thought as I stood in front of Jordan's door. The music blasting inside was announcing a good party. Melissa was standing next to me. She looked beautiful with her tight flowered dress and cute sandals. I was suddenly self-conscious. I was wearing my usual baggy jeans and loose t-shirt. My hair was on a messy bun. I wasn't a fan of parties. I only came to bring Melissa otherwise there was no way I was going to come.

The door opened slowly showing a grinning Jordan. He was at least two heads taller than me. He looked really handsome with his disheveled bad boy look. He reminded so much of Shane. His brown eyes looked between Melissa and me. 

"Hello there," he grinned at Melissa and she instantly blushed. Bastard! I glared at him folding my arms across my chest "How come I've never seen you before, beautiful," he started getting closer to my blonde friend. I stepped between them.

"Probably because of the big sign that says 'Player' hanging over your face. It blocks your vision, doesn't it?" I said giving him a fake closed mouth smile. Jordan narrowed his eyes at me.

"And who are you?" His flirty voice turned into a cold one.

"She's my friend," Melissa intervened wrapping an arm around my shoulder "now, can we get in? It's cold out here," Jordan hesitated but then stepped aside.

"Welcome to my palace," he said with enthusiasm. I watched in disgust how he stared at Melissa's ass as she walked inside.  

Men were all the same. Shaking my head disapprovingly, I followed her. 

I find it quite funny and unbelievable how a party can change in a short period of time. At the beginning, everything was kind of calmed. People were talking and gathering in groups while drinking. 

Two hours later?

The place was a mess. There were girls dancing on the tables, boys trying to touch them. Couples were making out in dark corners. People kept going upstairs to do God knows what. 

And me?

I was being squeezed by a bunch of people I didn't even know. I was trying to get through them but Jesus, it was becoming impossible. I really wanted to go home but Melissa was nowhere to be found. I'd let her with Shane like half and hour ago but I had no idea where they went. So now I was alone and stuck here surrounded by drunken people. I couldn't go home since Melissa was my ride. I would walk to Lau's house since it wasn't that far but I really didn't want Laura to find out about this. I mean, the entire Jordan's subject was still really touchy for her. 

I was rudely pushed out of the mass of people and I felt like I could breathe again. For a moment, I sensed eyes on me. I scanned around the alcohol intoxicated people but found nothing. 

That was weird. My eyes landed on the stairs and I watched Shane coming down. His shirt was all messy as was his hair. An arrogant smirk was formed on his lips. He looked...

Pleased? As if he had won something... As if... 

Oh no... 

Jordan met Shane at the end of the stairs and high five him. And then everything happened in slow motion...

Melissa was coming down stairs fixing her dress when Jordan took some money out of his pocket and handed it to Shane. Uh-oh... Melissa's eyes widened. Hurt and anger crossed her face as she got between them.

"Shane, what the hell is going on?" She inquired glancing at the money on his hand. Shane was out of words. He wasn't expecting this, I could tell. 

"He won a bet, that's all, babe," Jordan explained carelessly.

"A bet? What was the bet about?" She asked angrily. I felt like I was in a live soap opera. The pop corns were the only thing missing.

"You," Jordan stated shrugging his shoulders. Shane glared at his friend.

"Me?"

"Yeah, we bet on how long it would take him to have sex with you," alright, I must admit I didn't see that one coming. My jaw dropped to the floor in disbelief.

How could they do that?

Melissa's eyes were crystallized with tears. Immediately, I walked to them and slapped Jordan right across his face. He was dumfounded, he cupped his cheek and stared at me in shock. I turned to Shane who looked oddly guilty.

"Jones, I-" I slapped him as well 

"You are the most disgusting guy I've ever met!" I punched his chest over and over again "you heartless pig! You monster! I hope you die on your sleep! I hope you get swallowed alive by a toothless Anaconda!" I screamed on his face. Shane didn't even try to stop me. He let me punch him "I can't believe I was part of this! That I helped you!"

"What the hell are you talking about, Julie?" Melissa's voice asked from behind. Before I could say something Jordan opened his big mouth.

"She helped him get to you. It was all a plan," he said shoving his hands inside his pockets. I turned around to face her.

I watched how Melissa's face fell and in that exact second I felt like the worst piece of excrement on Earth. I felt horrible. 

"Melissa, I-"

"Is that true?" Two tears escaped her eyes and my heart sunk in my chest "so this was all a lie? You never wanted to be my friend. It was all part of a stupid bet," her voice broke "I thought you were different, I thought..." She grasped a plastic glass from the nearby table and poured it down on me. The cold liquid ran down my hair into my face. Ok, I deserved that. She took off ignoring me the entire way I tried to follow her until Shane grabbed my arm stopping me. 

"Let her go," he said pulling me deeper inside the house. I slapped his hand. 

"Don't touch me!" Shane rubbed his temples and looked at me. I could see honest guilt on his face but that still didn't calm the anger within me. 

"Stop looking at me like that," he said leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Like what?"

"Like you want to murder me," 

"Maybe because I want to murder you! How could you do that?" 

"Why are you making such a big deal of this? What were you expecting?" he said annoyed. 

"I thought you truly liked her! That's why I helped you,"

"You seem to forget I'm a player, Jones," I glared at him "this is what I do, I like a girl, I screw her and then move on to the next one," I shook my head disappointed.

"You're unbelievable, you disgust me," I turned on my feet and was ready to leave that place. I smelled like strawberry and vodka. Shane grabbed my arm turning me to him. 

"Why are you so surprised?" his hazel eyes looked into my blue ones.

"Because..." I trailed off remembering my mother's words.

I promised he's a nice boy behind that arrogant facade, sweetie. 

Mom was definitely blind. There was no goodness behind that arrogant face. 

"What?" Shane pressed waiting for my answer. I lifted up my chin determined and slapped his hand.

"Because I thought you were better than this," his eyes widened "I thought there was something good behind that arrogant attitude, but I was wrong,"

I walked out of the kitchen, feeling awful. I was crossing the mass of people when someone pulled at my arm. I was dragged to a dark corner. My back crashed into the wall and I came to face a ginger boy. His eyes were red and he smelled of alcohol. 

"Why so lonely, babe?" he purred cupping my cheek. I smacked his hand.

"Back off," I exclaimed pushing him away. He stumbled backwards chuckling.

"I like your eyes," he approached to me, pressing his body against mine. I grimaced in disgust. 

"Get off me," he ignored me and pinned my hands above my head against the wall. I struggled but he simply slide his hand under my t-shirt "Stop! Help!" I screamed but the blasting music seemed to mute my screams for help "Stop!" I shivered in disgust when his tongue licked my neck lustfully. Suddenly, the boy was yanked away from me.

"Get your hands off her," Shane pushed the boy angrily. I'd never seen him angry before and believe me, he looked scary. And then, it started.

An epic fight... 

Shane was beating up the guy whilst other people wanted to help ginger boy. It all turned into a big mess. Everyone was fighting, girls were screaming. There were chairs flying around. I couldn't even distinguish Shane in the crowd anymore. The sound of broken glass echoed everywhere. I guess they found another use for the alcohol bottles. 

I found my way out of the house and breathed in relief when I stepped on the front yard. I couldn't help being worried about Shane. Even though, he acted like a jerk tonight, he actually saved me from that ginger boy. It started to drizzle. I looked up at the sky.

"Really?" I asked to no one in particular. The cold night breeze made me shiver. This was definitely not my night. 

"Jones!" Shane's shout came from behind. I frowned when I watched him running towards me "Run!" 

"What? Why?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and then I saw a bunch of guys chasing after him. Shane passed by my side and held my hand, pulling him behind him. We were soon running down the street like crazy people. Drops of rain were hitting my face and the cold was becoming unbearable. 

Now...

That was how we ended up here. Shane was beaten up and my upper body was damp. It was a good thing my phone was inside my jean's pocket. It didn't get wet. I really sucked at fulfilling my objectives. Remember my task list? Well, I still didn't know where Evan live, or if Laura was still a virgin or not. Conclusion: I sucked at tasks lists.  

I glanced at Shane and he was looking at the street absentmindedly. 

"I think we should go," I said breaking the silence. Shane was too quiet, which was weird. 

"Yeah," he replied coldly. He got on his feet and I imitated him. My phone buzzed in my pocket, I got it out and checked the message. It was a mail from Wattpad. 

"DarkPoet001 sent you a message" 

I smiled like a fool and proceed to open the message. 

"You look cute tonight"

I stopped on my tracks. My heart was already hammering inside my chest, menacing to jump out of my throat. I stopped breathing. How did he...

With shaking hands, I started typing a reply.

Me: How do you know?

Him: Because I saw you ;)

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A/N: Muahahaha sweet tempting cliffhanger! Shoot me potatoes again so I can make French fries :D

Love, hugs and Evan’s strawberries,

Arix ;D