I was awakened by the huge ray of sunshine lighting up my face so early in the morning.

I was going to cover my eyes with one hand in defense but decided against it since I still have school.

I sat up and I scratched my head in confusion as I saw someone on bed with me.

Lying naked.

When I realized who it was, I let out a bloodcurling scream.

I shut my eyes and pulled my blanket towards my chest desperatley as I pounced off the bed in fear.

"What? You are so noisy.." Darren complained, his eyes half open.

"Why are you naked? On my.. bed?? Did we--?"

He smirked at me in response, it wasn't a good thing I think?

My jaw dropped open as I shrieked,

"I don't remember.. sleeping with you!! The last thing I remember is--"

I stopped in realization, it hit me hard on the head.

The last scene I ever remembered is me in the bathroom.. naked.. seen by.. *gulp* Darren!

Then how come I am wearing my pajamas now?

I raised one brow, a mixture of anger and confusion crossed my face.

I wanted to ask him so badly.

It's embarrassing but I have to know!

I have the right to know!!

This is my body! I can't be just fall asleep during foreplay! Not to mention, sleeping with someone I don't even love, more even, despise.

"I.. uh.. last night.. now.. on bed.. with you.. PJ's.. please explain?" I pleaded, my words stuttering.

"Relax, babe. I don't hit on ugly girls so don't worry." He calmly replied.

That hurted my pride and it honestly stings very much if a guy tells you about your physical imperfections.

"Don't call me babe.." I softly whimpered.

That's right, call me weak.

I don't like how people can judge you and they don't even know your story and what you've been through. Especially when they judge on how you look, I mean.. everybody is imperfect.

"It's not a big deal."

"Yes it is! Carson is the only one allowed to call me that!" I growled.

Anger is boiling inside of me but am I angry because he called me babe or is it because he called me ugly?

Whatever,

A lingering painful expression was drawn on his face and he let out an emotionless, "I see."

Was he hurt? Was he bothered that I sort of.. made Carson somewhat special?

I'm not sure why I felt pity when I should be the one angry in the first place!

He started wearing his clothes and yeah, due to the absurd argument we were having, I didn't pay attention on the fact that we are having a conversation while he is naked.

Oh Alexis, you are such a genius.

I covered my eyes again, in attempt to forget the image of his naked body but sadly, the image is as clear as crystal.

When Carson and I started dating, it took more than three months before we saw each other's body while it only took not even a week for Darren and I to he so-- exposed.

I feel like a slut.

I'm guessing.. Darren has noticed my sudden silence and so he patted my head and said,

"Don't worry. Nothing really happened."

"Yeah, that's because I am such an ugly girl." I sarcastically scoffed.

He turned to me and smiled faintly, for once, it's a very genuine smile.

"I don't think you're ugly."

And then he left my bedroom as I watched the wooden door slam shut.

Did I just hear right?

Thoughts were circulating my head like how he ended up naked on my bed and how I ended up on my bed wearing pajamas.

I deleted that thought and felt kind of relieved that nothing happened between the both of us.

Am I too trusting?

I did my morning routine and went to school.

Nothing new will happen eventually, I guess.

--

As I thought, nothing.

I scooted down the hallways, returning my books in my locker and getting ready for lunch.

I was busy falling in line, waiting for my turn even if I'm starving when all of a sudden, the so-called, "Glitter Girls", or how I call them, also lined up behind me.

I call them that all because they think they are popular just because they add sequins and glittery add ons, keychains, accessories, hair pins, hair ribbons, you name it, on our uniform. It looks more of a scrapbook than a uniform to me, if you know what I mean.

The good part of being near to one of the glitter girls is you surely get one gossip for free.

And so, I was obviously not wasting my chance on getting near them so I was eavesdropping.

Then the blondie girl popped her usual, "Guess what?" question to the other four members of their clique.

"What? What?" The other three giggled in anticipation.

"It's about Darren." Blondie continued.

My ears suddenly crave for that information even if I don't care about him.

"Spill!" I heard the others say.

"It's about earlier.. we both skipped class because Mr. Hamilton is so boring, we decided to go to the rooftop and we.."

"We?????" The three asked, I popped my ears in position, waiting for blondie's reply.

"We sort of had a hook up."

"What? We're so jealous.."

"He is such a good kisser.. I don't mind him exploring me at all. Since he's hot." Blondie squealed in delight.

I scowled in my head thinking, as I thought, what do you expect from Darren? Any issue concerning hi is obviously related to girls no wonder.

I can't even believe this! One second I thought he is actually a good guy but I take it all back.

I was angry at myself for being too trusting.

Surely, he will tell me nothing happened last night!

But he is naked and I was naked before I became unconscious.

How can I be so foolish?

I stormed off, I lost my appetite by the way, and walked all the way home.

I felt so stupid.

I slammed the door to my bedroom and jumped on the inviting duvet covers of my bed.

Tears were welling up my eyes because of frustration.

I feel cheated, betrayed, most of all, fooled.

After a few more minutes of sulking, I hear a car honk outside and I peeked through my bedroom window only to see Darren finally home saying goodbye to his love toys or what we call girls.

I watched as he went inside the house and I sprinted downstairs to reprimand him.

"What do you think you're doing?!" I yelled, eyeing on him.

"What?" He asked innocently, finishing off the apple from his hand and throwing the core, basketball style, inside the trash bin.

"Don't play innocent with me! I saw you making out with girls just outside my house. If you want to go out and play, do it on your house. Geez, it looks disgusting. What will the neighbors think?"

"Are you jealous?" He teasingly smirked.

"Excuse me?"

"You are jealous!" He said again, this time, annoying me.

"I am not. Why would I be jealous? I have a handsome, sexy, kind, caring, everything I could ever wish for boyfriend who is the complete opposite of you." I reasoned out.

Oh what I said is the truth.

Once you get your hands on Carson, I doubt you'll let him go.

He is like-- "The Boyfriend", the awesome boyfriend.

His face hardened and he smirked again,

"You know, I can guarantee you double the satisfaction if you pick me. Carson doesn't have to know.." He replied, stepping a few steps forward and caressed my face as he twirled my hair making me shiver.

This guy and his ego.

"Too bad. Players like you don't fit my bill." I bluntly scowled.

"How can you even assume that I am a player?" His tone, dead serious.

"It's so obvious how you make out with girls all because you want to. You don't take them seriously and that is what's turning me off." I replied nonchalantly, rolling my eyes.

He slammed his hand hard on the wall, hitting it as I saw his knuckles bleed.

His eyes were staring at me with unexplained anger and it is scaring me.

"Your knuckles--" I held his bleeding hand and he shoved my hand away as if I am some kind of pest.

"You.Don't.Know.Me." He interrupted, emphasizing every word.

I took a step backwards and his serious expression scared the hell out of me.

"Oh yes, I do! I've been with you for like.. three days or so? And the way you're acting isn't a good impression, don't you think?"

"SHUT THE F*CK UP BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW MY STORY!!! YOU ARE JUST A GOODY TWO SHOES KNOW-IT-ALL BITCH."

"I am not a bitch!"

"THEN DON'T ACT LIKE YOU'RE ONE. A BITCH THINKS SHE KNOWS EVERYTHING BUT NO! YOU DON'T KNOW A THING ABOUT ME!"

I was shocked with his tone of voice and fell silent.

I want to fight back but it's no use, I can't really say anything.

Three days of knowing him, I really can't say I already know him for sure.

Suddenly, he laughed.

He seriously laughed.

After shouting at me, he laughs?

Is he bipolar or something?

I glanced back at him with this "You are weird" look.

"I'll tell you one thing." He said.

"What?" I asked curiously.

"I'm a good guy."

I scoffed but this time, for real and not only in my head.

"Want to play a game?"

"W-What?"

"It's plain easy. If I win your heart, I win. If I don't, I lose." He said simply.

"My heart is not for playing games so I want no part of it." I scowled.

"That makes sense. Because you know you will lose." He proudly exclaimed.

His confidence is driving me insanely nuts so I pushed him hard on the chest, sadly, it's as if there's no effect and screamed,

"I have a perfect boyfriend! So don't think I'll ever fall for a sore loser like you!!"

"It's a dare then?" He threatened.

I stuck out my tongue and shouted,

"Dare me!!"

"If I win, you have to break up with Carson and go out with me. If you lose, I promise I will leave, and not to bother you again."

"Whatever. As if that'll ever happen."

I furiously went back inside my bedroom as I hear him chuckle from behind.

For some reason, I felt scared, Ifelt threatened.

I know I shouldn't be scared because there is definitely no way of him winning, right?

I don't know what he is going to do and what his decisive plans are going to be.

I am clueless, but I am surely readying my heart for it.

*Ringgg!!*

I hastily took out my phone from my pocket as I smiled sheepishly on the screen to see who it was.

Calling--

Babe ♥

Me: Hello..?

Carson: Hey babe. How are you?

Me: Oh fine. Nothing new, really..

Carson: You don't sound fine. Are you okay? Is Darren taking good care of my princess?

Seriously? You are too kind to even make an ahole who you think is friendly to take care of me, thank you very much.

That's what's in my head but of course I won't say that.

I know his intentions are good.

Me: Yeah, Darren's.. uh.. um.. nice.

Carson: Really? That's awesome. But you still sound troubled.

He can still read my thoughts, I know it's sweet but really? Sometimes I wish he can't read my mind.

I scrambled stupidly on how I want to express the pain and anger I am feeling but decided on finally saying the sentence I doubt I wanted to say.

I don't want to lose this dare.

If I do, it's like I ate my own freakung words! I sighed heavily as my voice huskily cracked on the line finally replying to him,

Me: Carson.. please go home.. Please.

*

Another successful chap, if you're wondering how I am able to write such a long chap, well, I write on a longpad, during school hours whenever I feel bored, then I transfer it to my iPhone then to Wattpad.

Yeah, it has a very complicated process. ;)

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