The Love Bet: Part 2 ♥

The Love Bet; Part Two.
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"Mariete Welsh," the teacher called as the girl raised a perfectly manicured hand in the air.
"Derrick Kingsly," the teacher continued as a jock raised his hand and smirked.

'Could he be the same Derrick as... last year?'
'Could she be the same Mariete? Nah, she's too pretty...'

The teacher continued to call off the names and one by one the students' hands raised briefly and was placed once again at the table. Mariete looked around the room, her green eyes flashing, and her hair styled in a perfect side ponytail. Her eyes locked briefly with Derrick's green ones and she suddenly grew interest in the sequin on her blue tank top. All the memories rushed through her mind of that one day.

She remembered that day when she left, the day after the break up, the day after the bet was finished.

"I don't like you. I never liked you," a boy said to a girl with long flowing brown hair and sharp green eyes.

"It was all for a bet, and the bet is over, so now, i can start hating you again," the boy smirked as he walked away not knowing that he had trampled over the girl's heart.

She remembered al lthose things, she remembered once being in love. But maybe the one she loved was still out there. The girl gathered all the books on her desk and shoved into her bag carelessly, unlike the girl from last year who was organized, who cared about every single piece of work. The girl changed, she started to notice things, and she noticed that love might not be what was for her.

"Will you go out with me?" a raven hair boy asked.
"Do I even know you?" Mariete sneered at the blushing boy.
"Yes, I'm in your class," the boy smiled.
"Funny, I can't seem to remember your name," Mariete said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes.
"IT doesn't matter, so, will you go out with me?" the boy smirked.
"No," Mariete said flatly as she turned on her silver flats and walked out the door.

Love wasnt for her, she was afraid of getting hurt. She was so busy focusing on a way to get revenge that she hadnt noticed Victor, Derrick's best friend, staring at her intently as if he knew something. Mariete prayed silently that no one recognized her. She prayed that if her plan worked, Derrick would be begging at her feet. With a satified smirk, the bell rang and she grabbed her book bag, and walked out into the halls.

Mariete was back, now new and improved. No longer the geeky nerd she was, she was a proud girl, who knew she was better than the rest. She wasn't going to let love get to her this time.

To be Continued.