Page 30 of Becoming His

“You’re right; you are a loser.” I smiled, walking away.

“Hey, I said I was sorry,” he called after me as I swore under my breath.

“Oh, look, it’sThe Bet,” a voice cackled that I knew could only belong to Elena. I ignored her as I walked past, hearing them laugh. “Apparently, Bailey had tokissher; can you evenimagine?”

I felt sadness coursing through my veins as I saw him at the end of the hall, his eyes lighting up when he saw me.

“Bailey! Hey, how was kissing the mess that is Annabelle Aurelle? Did you have to brush your teeth a thousand times?” They broke out into laughter as I shook my head in embarrassment.

“Actually, it was the best kiss I have ever had. But then she went and kissed my brother. But hey, we all kiss the wrong people at times.” He shrugged as he winked at me before I smiled secretly to myself.

“Fuck you, Bailey.” Elena spat, and he held his chest as though she had shot him.

“You wish.” He shot back as I grabbed his hand.

“Bailey. Stop it.” I hissed.

“If I do, will you keep holding my hand in public?”

I immediately dropped his hand, and he laughed. I bit my lip as he rested his hand on the locker beside my head, his hair falling instantly into his eyes as he gazed at me. I reached up and moved it, and he looked surprised at me.

“It annoys you.” I shrugged.

“Not being able to kiss you annoys me.”

“Could still be a bet,” I smirked, and he sighed in frustration.

“It’s fucking not. What is this outfit, seriously.” He shook his head as he looked down at me, and I tried to hide my smile.

“It’s just shorts and a t-shirt; get a grip, Fenton.”

I had worn my denim shorts and wedge heels to make my legs look long, another tip I had picked up from youtube. I wore a simple gray t-shirt to make the outfit more casual, and clearly, it had worked.

“Ha. What are you doing tonight?” He demanded, his eyes staring into mine with desire.

“Maybe a long bath and a book. Why? I’m not seeing you.”

He smiled then as he gazed down the hall, his eyes narrowing as he saw Chase.

“Has he spoken to you?” He nodded at Chase, and I filled him in on earlier.

“Dick. Come out with me tonight.”

I ducked under his arm as I walked away, causing him to call down the hall.

“Annabelle!”

I turned back to see him standing there, my heart aching because I wanted him so much.

“You don’t do dates. You’re the jock, remember.”

He laughed as he watched me walk away. I turned the corner and leaned against the wall, my heart racing. I was terrified this was still a bet, and I didn’t want to fall for him any more than I already had. I couldn’t believe what he had just said to Elena, especially the part about his brother. I liked Reuben, but as a friend. I made my way to class, wondering how I would avoid seeing Bailey that night.

“Annabelle.” I heard a voice call from behind me, and I froze, noticing the hallway was empty aside from me and—

“Elena.”

Fuck.