SUMMARY
Eric was my nemesis. The school bully who had laser focus on me as his target. As if highschool wasn't hard enough.
Even worse, he was quite possibly the one person that seemed to know me best.
All I wanted was to avoid Eric but he had a knack for showing up whenever I wanted to avoid him most.
Then we made that bet...
I believed that the only girl dirt biker in the contest, Tomboy, would win this year. But Eric thought otherwise...And he was willing to bet me a week of slavery on it.
We'll see who is obeying who by week's end...
TEASER:
I had visions of the house empty, bereft of my mom's absence, except for Eric's taunting voice and the scent of him after a shower wafting through the hall and him tormenting me everywhere I went. Being unable to find solace even at home because no one was there as a buffer.
He'll be a nightmare!
"Far nicer." He mouthed.
My gut sunk as understanding began to dawn. My hand fell dully to the rail, and I turned fully to stare back down at Eric.
Oh, no...
I pointed at him. Giving him the blackest look I could gather. I crooked a finger.
With an intrigued tilt of his head, he set his bag down next to mine and skipped up the steps.
I gave him my back. Doing my damnedest to control my fury. I walked to his room because I didn't want him anywhere near mine. I stepped in and he followed. I rounded and shut the door. Turning a furious glare on him. "I know what you've done."
"Do you?" He hadn't stopped grinning.
"I knew you were conniving...But this..."
"What exactly are you accusing me of, Allie Kat?" He gave me a wink as he used the dreaded nickname.
My palm itched to slap his smug face. I was staring at him shaking.
He strolled over to his bed.
I was on his heels. So mad I could barely muster the words to articulate every move he'd made just today.
He absentmindedly picked up his acoustic guitar and his nimble fingers strummed the wires while he looked at me patiently.
What I have to say matters so little, he's only willing to give me half his attention.
I reached down and swatted his hand off the strings.
"Ooh." His lips pursed and his eyes flew to mine. "Feisty."
But there was a light in his eyes that indicated he was very interested in the fact that I'd just slapped his hand.
Why?
"You-you..."
He yawned balefully. "I what?"
"You dragged me to that race because you knew I had to go."
His head dropped and he watched his fingers go back to lightly plucking the strings. "I knew Tomboy had to be there."
He paused and lifted his head to level that blue gaze on me. "If she wanted to have a chance at beating me...Unfortunately...She didn't anyway."
"Grrrrr!" I growled.
His lips quirked and his brows lifted flirtatiously. "Now that's a fun sound."
"Eric! Can you be serious for once?"
"I am being serious." He set the guitar aside and stood. Towering over me as he dropped his face to mine. "Deadly serious."
"You took me there because you knew I was her."
"Yes."
"Then made a bet with me that she'd lose because you were so sure you'd beat me."
"Yes."
"Then you challenged me, knowing you'd win."
"Yes." He tilted his head in a grudging nod.
"And you refused to cash in on your wins of the bet to have me be your slave this week."
"Yes."
"Because you want it to be next week."
He blinked slowly but didn't deny it.
"When we're alone in this house..."
"Yes."
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