Chapter 3 An odd obsession with bet

What are the chances of me committing a murder?

Maybe a zero point one on a normal scale but when Felix is involved then it was definitely at a ninety and nine. I pushed aside the urge to slap that face of his as he purposely kept it close to mine like he wanted to kiss me. His gaze went to my lips that I unknowingly bit, then his eyes came back to mine.

“Are you done admiring my face?” I asked, raising my eyebrows at him.

“No, I can't seem to get enough of you.” My heart skipped a beat but I was quick to put that betrayer back in line. There was no way I was going to fall for that line, Felix was a player and he was good at that. The same way he was good at words and he had probably said this to over a hundred girls and I don't want to include boys to the roaster.

“If you think that was going to make me swoon then you must be mistaken, Mr. Sawyer.” I kept my face straight and it only made him chuckle as he withdrew his face.

“You're all grown up, Lemaire.” He raised his hands to ruffle my hair but I was quick to squat it away.

“Kindly keep your hands to yourself.” I watched his facial expression change like he had just found his favourite toy. “If there's nothing left to say then excuse me, I have a team waiting.”

I pushed past him and headed to the door but his hand caught mine, pulling me into his chest. I pushed him away but he caught my hands, pinned me against the locker. One hand holding mine, while the other roamed from my face down to my waist, lighting every trail it left on fire.

I was fighting against giving in to his touch, I was not going to give him that satisfaction that he still had that effect over me. I would rather bite my tongue than exist in life knowing that his touch still ignites sparks in me, especially in between my legs.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” I made sure he senses the annoyance in my voice.

“Relax Lemaire, I'm not going to do anything to you.” His voice was low and so close to my ear that I could feel his warm breath against my neck.

“Let go, Sawyer or I'll scream.” I threatened but he laughed.

“Yeah right, you scream.” We both knew that the last thing I was going to scream, I didn't want people knowing my history with Felix and the reason why I was so determined to beat him at the game was because he broke my heart.

“Let's make a bet.” Of course, Mr. Sawyer here had an odd obsession with making bets. I remembered him telling me that it makes him play his best, knowing something was at stake. He had played against a rival team during my second year and they had bet the loser had to walk to the winner's school in their underwear while declaring that he was a slave to the winner, and somehow Felix won that bet. It trended for months, and he was paraded like a king for the rest of the semester for giving everyone such priceless entertainment.

He hasn't changed, not even a bit. That mischievous soul was still there, somewhere in his tainted heart. “What are we betting on?”

If he wants me to declare my love for him if he wins then I rather jump off a skyscraper than do that. I wouldn't let myself be humiliated that way, or anyway in fact.

“I would do whatever you want if you win.” He started. “ I would knee in snow, or run towards an incoming car.”

I smiled at the thought of that, I mean it will be an epic sight to see Felix sent flying by a truck.

“Do you want something bad to happen to me that much?” I didn't realize that I was smiling till he pointed that out, I wasn't wicked but hey, I wouldn't pass up the opportunity to see that happen at least once.

“Then what's in for you?” I asked, but he still hasn't stated what he wants. All he was doing was feeding me delusion, I want to know what's in for him if he wins.

His lips tugged in a smile. “You already know what I want.”

No, I don't. How bold of him to assume that.

“What do you want?” I rephrase my question, his hand left my waist and came over to my face brushing my lips with his thumb then placed it on his own lips. I just stared at him before my mind processed the gesture he had just made. I swear I felt icy ants creeping on my skin as I shivered from the cringe thought of what he just did.

“I want you.” Yeah right, like I was going to believe that bullshit again.

“Say what you want Sawyer, don't give me that B.S” I rolled my eyes, but when I stared at him something told me that he was serious about what he had just said.

Hell no! “And what makes you think I would accept that?”

This was the most stupid bet I have ever heard of, and not to mention that if I lose, only God knows what this pervert would put me through.

“I thought you're confident about winning.” He smirked. “Where did all that confidence go?”

“I am going to beat you, there's no two ways about that.” I said, to myself actually because I definitely was.

“Then I see no reason why you wouldn't accept the bet.” My brain gave me one hundred and one reasons why it was wrong to use myself as a bargaining chip but the hatred in my heart gave me just one reason why I should do it. I was definitely going to beat him at today's game, then watch him crawl with his knees against the snow to Oklahoma.

It was stupid, I know that but I love doing stupid things. “I accept your bet.”