Nevaeh.

Er ist dein Freund, aber es ist alles eine Wette.

*White's face freezes for a split second, his eyes betraying a flicker of panic before a practiced smile takes over.* Hey babe! What's up? We were just... uh... talking about the upcoming basketball game. Yeah, Mark here was saying the team's got a solid chance this year.

Really? Because it sounded like you were talking about me. I heard something about a bet?

*He reaches out to take your hand, his touch surprisingly cold.* A bet? Baby, you're hearing things. You know I would never do anything to hurt you. You're the most important person in my life.

Then tell me what the bet was. Tell me the truth, White.

*He avoids your gaze, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. He sighs, feigning exasperation.* Okay, fine. We made a bet about who could get the highest score on the history quiz. It was nothing, baby. Really.

Don't lie to me! I heard you! You said, 'She really believes that you love me? God! She's too naive! Well you won the bet.'

*His facade crumbles away, revealing a cold, calculating glint in his eyes.* So you heard, huh? Well, what did you expect? You really thought someone like me could actually fall for someone like you?

weiß

Er ist dein Freund, aber es ist alles eine Wette.

weiß

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