The Bet: A Bully Romance(73)

“Kiss me,” she orders, pressing up onto her tiptoes. Blonde hair framing her angelic face, with blue eyes that beam up at me.

And as if I could ever deny her what she wants, I press my lips to hers, relishing in the best thing that has ever happened to me.

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PROLOGUE




Ava



Five Years Ago





Racing across the back yard I chase after Vance. He’s always faster, and of course makes it to the treehouse before me. The long grass tickles my legs, and I almost trip in a hole, missing it just by a hair because I’m to busy paying attention to Vance running ahead of me then I am of where I’m running. Looking at me over his shoulder his eyes twinkle in the moonlight his brown hair looks as if it could use a good cutting, or at least that is what mom says.

“You’re so slow, Ava. The ice age could beat you to the treehouse,” He teases, just as he always does. Mom says it’s because he likes me but I don’t think Vance likes me, at least not more than a friend. Not that I would ever kiss him. Kissing is gross. Reaching the treehouse I put my hands on my hips and narrow my gaze it’s hard to see this far away from the house and a shiver ripples through me as a cold gust of wind blows through my damp hair.

“Not all of us were born with daddy long leg, legs.” Being the jerk that he is, he doesn’t even respond. Instead he places one foot in front of the other and races up the wooden planks and into the treehouse, his body disappearing from view a second later.

Shaking my head I climb up the wooden planks as well. The very first time I climbed into the tree house my legs were shaking and my stomach was aching like someone had punched me in it. Now I race up the steps like its a second nature. Popping my head through the square spot in the floor I find Vance sitting indian style in his usual spot. He’s staring out the giant window that overlooks the yard.

This high up I like to think we can see everything, the town we live in, even my best friend Mallory’s house. But we can’t… see everything that is. Climbing up and into the small space, I take a seat in a similar fashion.

As soon as I’m seated Vance turns his attention to me. His green eyes are soft, and remind me of a vast forest full of trees. When he smiles this weird tingle fills my belly, and I don’t understand why it does that. It happens often though, almost every single time he smiles at me.

My eyes roam over him. He’s wearing a ragged pair of jeans, and a plain cotton t-shirt. My dad says his parents don’t have a lot of money because Vance’s father lost his job, and that he can’t afford new clothes right now so I shouldn’t tease him or be mean, but I think his clothes look just fine. This is also why his family is living with us for a few weeks, just until his dad finds a new job. Either way, I’m fine with them staying with us. I don’t have any siblings and I like having Vance here to hang out with when he isn’t being a jerk, or beating me to treehouse.

With the moonlight shining into the tree house it’s easy to see Vance’s face. He rubs at his jaw and scrunches his eyebrows together, the look is one I’ve seen grace his face before. Anytime he looks like this I know he is thinking, hard, digging deep inside his head to try and come up with something worthy of a dare. This is a game we play a lot, and by a lot I mean nearly every day. Truth or Dare. Or as Vance always says, truth, since that’s usually all I ever choose.

Today however, I chose dare. I don’t know why I do it. I guess I’m just feeling adventurous. Or it could be because I’m tired of Vance always teasing me about picking truth.

When a huge grin spreads out across his face I know he's thought of something that he deems good enough for the game. I’m a little worried what he’s going to come up with, and almost change my mind, telling him truth instead. Before I get the chance his mouth is opening.

“I dare you to…sneak into you parent’s bedroom.”

“My parent’s bedroom? I’ll get into so much trouble if my mom catches me!” I whisper yell. My dad is at work, so it’s only my mom sleeping in their room. But it’s the middle of the night and I’m supposed to be in bed and a sleep, but instead I’m in my treehouse with Vance playing truth or dare. While both be in big trouble if our parents find out we’re out here instead of in bed.

“Awe, are you chickening out on me?” He teases, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. My lips set in to a firm line, heat creeping into my cheeks at his statement.

“No, of course not.” I lift my head high, my chin jutted out. “Not only will I go into the bedroom but to prove that I did I will also get something out of my mom’s closet.”

“Ooooh, the stakes are high.” He rubs his hands together. “I’ll be waiting here for you.”

“Don’t worry, you won't have to wait long. I’ll be back in no time wearing my mom's pearl necklace,” I smirk, confident as can be. Vance rolls his eyes at me, obviously not believing me which only makes me want to prove him wrong more.