Page 107 of Counter Bet

Ben.

It’s been two weeks since Emily dropped the bomb on us in the classroom. I’m a shell of the person I used to be before she crashed into my life and blew it all to fucking pieces.

She hasn’t responded to any of our countless texts or spoken to us at school. It’s like we don’t exist. Lunchtime is torture. I’m forced to watch Jack flirt with her, and the worst part is that she doesn’t discourage him.

I don’t understand how she can switch off her emotions so easily while I feel like my heart has been fucking ripped from my chest and stomped on. I hate that I let myself fall for someone so out of my league.

I put my uneaten sandwich down on the tray just as Jack throws his arm over Emily’s shoulder. Ham and cheese. It used to be my favorite, but now it tastes like ash.

He smirks at me and deliberately tries to rile me up by pulling her into his body.

It’s working.

“Come on, man. Stop staring!” Matt pleads, as frustrated with my pussywhipped behavior as I am.

“Are you going to eat that?” Josh grabs my sandwich and takes a bite before I have a chance to respond.

“Screw this!” I tip my chin to Samantha, a brunette on the track team. We fucked a couple of times before Princess ruined me for other women.

Never one to turn down a good time, she scoots her chair back and saunters over.

I sweep my eyes over her tight jeans and low-cut tank top.

“You want to fuck right here? On the principal’s desk?” She giggles, papers crinkling under her naked ass.

I shove her pink panties in her mouth, pull down her tank top, and wrap my lips around her peaked nipple. “Why the fuck not?”

“Long time no see, Ben,” she practically purrs, running her hand over my shoulder.

I pull her down on my lap.

Dallas slams her bottle of soda down on the table. “Are you for fucking real right now, Ben?”

I ignore her little temper tantrum as I bury my hands in Samantha’s dark curls and lose myself in her kiss. If this little show doesn’t get Princess’ attention, then nothing will. I just want the fucking pain gone, and Samantha’s tight pussy seems like the perfect escape.

She straddles my lap, then snatches up my bottom lip between her teeth and rolls her hips. I can feel the disapproving looks from my friends, but I don’t care anymore. Let them look and judge. I’ll fuck the whole town if it takes away the pain.

Samantha smiles against my lips, nips my jaw and dives in for another kiss, tugging the short strands of my hair.

It’s no longer green. I dyed it a deep blue the night before to distract myself from my own destructive thoughts.

Samantha breaks away from the kiss and leans in, brushing her lips over my ear. “I want you in my mouth.”

My dick strains against my jeans. I squeeze her ass before lifting her off me, chancing a look at Princess across the room.

Big mistake.

Her blue eyes connect with mine for the first time in two weeks, and it hits me like a fucking bullet to the chest.

She doesn’t try to mask the hurt in her eyes.

Fuck her! She did this to us! She hasn’t spared me a glance in two weeks, so why should I feel guilty for being with someone else?

But I do.

Guilt weighs heavily on me.

I push back my chair, ignoring the disapproving looks of my friends.

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