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I was warm.

A little too warm.

Yawning, my eyes flickered open and scanned a white room. In the north side, a huge flat-screen television was screwed into the wall. Two maroon red couches, positioned across from each other in the middle of the room, were covered in pillow, blankets, and red solo cups. A coffee machine and a stereo were in the upper-left corner. 

Whose room was I in?

Frowning, I lifted my arms up to remove the blanket from me, but then I realized that I didn't have a blanket; I could clearly see my pale legs down below. Anxiety started kicking in when a word registered into my mind.

Spooning.

My head turned to reveal the victim, and it was no other than Nicholas Monroe.

Oh my God.

"What the hell?!" I screamed while jumping out of his grasp. His hands, tight on my abdomen, caused me to topple over to the ground. When my gaze reached the bed, Nick was staring at me like I had three heads.

"This is so not my fault!"

"You, idiot," I hissed. My hands fumbled around for anything hard and pointy that I could hit him with. After a failed search, I decided to use my index finger to jab him with, "this is your fault! You had to get me drunk! I didn't know that stupid punch was tainted!"

He rolled his eyes and stretched his arms behind his back. He was shirtless, so his tensed muscles were visible for me to look at. Gulping, I averted my stare before a blush could make its way onto my cheeks.

"Don't you ever watch movies? The punch isn't punch. And you call me the idiot," he chuckled, his voice sarcastic and rude. Grinning, he flung his legs off of the bed and ran a hand through his hair.

He was wearing boxers. Only boxers. Blue boxers with the letter, 'N,' stitched all over the fabric.

"Can you," I hesitated as the words hitched in my throat, "please put on some pants?!"

He gave me a flat look and sauntered over to my side of the bed. His blue eyes, now sparkling with amazement, looked me over. "What's the problem? You probably saw way more of me last night."

Smacking my head against my forehead, I groaned when I realized that his words were most likely true. A faint blush crept up my face, and I had the urge to run into the bathroom over there and hide. This was so uncomfortable. "I guess you don't have to win the bet anymore," I whispered, disappointed with myself for acting reckless.

The ends of his mouth tilted downwards, and the glow on his skin seemed to fade away. He no longer looked like a confident asshole but looked like a frail nerd now. He moved his legs away from mine so quickly that you would think that one touch from me would give him a disease.

"I'm so—"

A large gasp interrupted his sentence, and we turned around to find Sarah, dressed in pink, fuzzy pajamas, with an ice-cream carton in her hand. Her mouth was to the floor, and Nick rapidly threw a blanket over his legs. "Oh my God!"

"Sarah, don't tell Mom or—"

"Oh my God!" Casey ran in, also dressed in fuzzy pajamas. Her eyes frantically scanned back and forth between Nick and me, and her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Nick and I eyed each other, scared that we were going to cause a huge commotion.

"Casey, don't tell Mom," Nick urged once again as he placed his hands in front of him defensively. His orbs enlarged; the color from his face disappeared. He almost became a ghost.

"Oh my God!"

All hail the Queen.

Mrs. Monroe, wearing a silk night gown, had her brown hair up in blue rollers. Half of her face was covered in makeup, and the other half was completely stripped of its glow. Her face became stone hard; her mouth set into a firm line. Crossing her arms, she yelped loudly.

So loudly that I thought the Chinese on the other end of the world could hear us.

"Mom, look, it looks worse than it seems. We just slept together!" Nick begged, his heart probably racing a mile a minute.

"Nicholas Monroe!" His mother began fanning herself. Her back arched backwards, almost like her body was trying to faint. With both of their hands, the two evil step-sisters hoisted her back up.

Groaning, I shook my head at the double meaning of his words. To keep me from fidgeting, I played with the hem of my bondage dress, which by the way, smelled like a mixture of dog, alcohol, and puke. 

"I mean that we slept together. Like slept in the same bed!"

Lie. Everyone in the entire room knew that what came out of his mouth was complete bullshit. For what seemed like hours, we all stood there in silence. The only sounds were the buzz of the television and coffee machine. My teeth bit my bottom lip as the Queen leered my over. Her nose crinkled in disgust, and her hatred for me became quite obvious.

About fifteen minutes later, Derek slumped into the room with a smug look on his face. With a burnt bagel in hand, he chuckled as he took in his surroundings. After taking a bite from his food, he choked out, "What's up, guys?"

I rolled my eyes. This was not the time for jokes. "Nothing really, you know. I just woke up next to this butthole," I stated casually while jutting my thumb over to my enemy. "The usual."

In a matter of seconds, the bagel boy was rolling around on the floor, his hand clutching the side of his stomach. His chest rapidly pulsed with each laugh; his complexion turned from a carmel color to a tomato red. When he rolled onto his stomach, he began pounding the floor, almost looking like a toddler having a temper tantrum.

Just shoot me now.

"Joke's on you!" he snickered as he pulled himself off of the floor. Brushing the imaginary dirt off of his right shoulder, he pinched my right cheek hard with his pointer finger and thumb.

Rich boy's best friend say what?!

"You both passed out drunk last night," he continued slowly for us, the idiots, to understand, "so I decided to play a prank. I put you both in the same bed and pulled off Nick's clothes. By the way, dude, you're small."

Blushing, Nick bit down on his bottom lip and snatched the first velvet pillow he could find. After hoisting it above his head, he smacked it down onto Derek's stomach, causing him to fall back down onto the ground. A moan of pain left his mouth, and Nick grinned victoriously.

I turned my attention towards Mrs. Monroe, who was still standing their speechless. As I waited for her next move, sweat began pooling on my hands. What was she going to do next? Skin me alive and parade me around like a prize? Her glittery blue eyes tilted upwards, and she disappeared into the hallway, along with her two minions. Derek, still on his stomach, army-crawled after with them.

Well, that was...interesting.

Not knowing how to respond to this fiasco, I said the first thing that came to mind.

"Uh...I have to go use the...outhouse?" My accent grew prominent as my body scurried towards the bathroom like a little mouse. Before I could reach the middle of the room, a strong hand yanked me back towards him.

His blue eyes, fixated on mine, hindered me breathless. For one, I was trying to hold in all the urine, but also, the intensity of his eyes scared me quite a bit. He had his 'thinking face' on, and I was curious about what he was thinking.

"Belle, what would you have done if something actually had happened last night?"

Shaking my head, I began jumping up and down. My hands, criss-crossed in front of my abdomen, firmly grasped my sides. I looked like I was doing some sort of a jig. Wincing, I pleaded, "Uh..can we discuss this later? My blatter is about to burst."

An unreadable emotion flashed across his face, and for a moment, I could not understand him. Was he angry? Sad? Emotional? Worried? Or just plain horny? It was a common fact that dudes get that little urge in the morning.

"I'm curious. What would you have done?"

I threw my hands up in defeat and plopped down onto one of the soft cushions. My fingers slowly kneeded the fuzzy fabric as I spoke. "I don't know! What do you want me to say? I wouldn't have been one of those lame girls who cry and eat a whole gallon of Ben and Jerry's icecream after a one night stand. I guess I would've just left the room and pretended it never happened."

Now, after pouring my heart out in that answer, I would expect Nicholas to have a substantial response. Being a man of many words, he probably had a huge speech going on in his head. And, of course, I was right. Nick's answer was so mind-blowing and sophisticated. It was truly a work of art, I must say.

"Okay, cool." He shrugged.

Cool? 

"Well," he chimed, his hand grasping a pink towel from the floor, "I'm going to go take a shower. I suggest you should too. You're etiquette classes start in an hour."

I was taken aback by his statement. Rubbing my temples, I began pondering over memories from the last few weeks. When did he ever mention etiquette classes? Sure, I wasn't the most coordinated person on the entire planet, but I could get by. I just had to be ten times more careful than the average person. For example, when I played sports, the teachers forced me to wear padded clothing, just in case I got hit with a ball.

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Oh, I didn't tell you?" he asked, and a smirk slithered up his mouth. A surreptious look formed onto his eyes, and my heart rate sped up once again. This couldn't be good. Actually, anything involving the Monroe family was never beneficial.

"Nope, you must've forgotten."

"Oh, my family has an annual New Year's Eve ball, and only the most important people in California attend. Since you're here, my family has invited you unfortunately," he gagged and kneeled over, pretending to puke. "I can't let you embarrass us, so I hired an etiquette coach to teach you how to be civilized."

Ball? Ballroom dancing? Oh, God.

Belle Wilkes, prepare to lose the bet. 

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Here's the next chapter! By the way, I rewrote the first chapter to make it less offensive, so if you want to check that out, it would be awesome :) Just to make it clear once again, the stereotypes in this book are 100% false. I also do not hate the South. I think it's a nice place to live, and if you live there, you rock! 

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