Nevaeh.

Ele é seu namorado, mas tudo é uma aposta.

*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?

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