Chapter 36: The Bet *Twisted Mind

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Chapter 33 Part 1 *Twisted Mind*

~Drake

“Pie,” I whisper, touching her delicate face. “You have to wake up now.”

Her head is resting on my shoulder. Her hair is soft and silky, it's so good to the touch. Her breathing is so quiet, like a bird singing on the sky.

After a few hours of driving, we finally arrive at Andres’ house. Pie’s tired so she sleeps while I was driving.

"Pie,” I murmur. Why am I talking quietly if I want to wake her up? Why don’t I just nudge her to get it over with?

It’s because you want to see her face while she’s sleeping.

She looks like an angel that comes down from heaven. She looks so peaceful and serene. I can’t believe I’m hurting her because of a bet. I don’t even know what day is it anymore. Eleven? Ten? I don’t know when I stop caring.

It’s Saturday so that means it’s the tenth day. A lot has happened already. It’s not even two weeks yet.

My conscience is burning inside me. I feel guilty for doing this to her. She doesn’t deserve it. She doesn’t deserve someone like me in her life; a guy that just go with her because of a stupid game. How can I be so shallow? I’m a horrible person for doing this to her.

Why don’t you just stop?

That makes me pause, putting my mind into a blank sheet of paper. If I stop, what then? I don’t even know if I’m doing this to win. I’m so confused! A relationship that starts from a lie will end up—

“Draky?” Pie mumbles, interrupting me from my reverie. She rubs her eyes and sits slowly. “Where are we?”

“Andre’s,” I answer, swallowing the lump in my throat.

“Oh.” She stretches her arms in front of her. “I fell asleep.”

“Yes.”

She yawns. “I still want to sleep.”

Why am I nervous now that she’s awake? My mind thinks back of the time I kissed her cheek. Why did I do that? I don’t know. What I know is, at that time, I have to do it. Something was urging me to do it. And now, I feel stupid for stealing a kiss. I should just have asked her.

But there’s a chance that she would decline. Why am I thinking about these things? It already happened. There’s nothing I can do about it. Anyway, I don’t regret it. Why would I regret kissing a beautiful girl with a golden heart?

“What time is it?” she asks, smoothing down her hair.

“Ten,” I answer.

She sighs. “I’ll ask Auntie tomorrow morning. Maybe she’s fast asleep now.”

“Yeah.”

She takes her seatbelt off. “Thank you,” she murmurs.

“For what?”

“For today. For tonight. For everything.”

Something tugs at my heartstrings. I am guilty all over again. Why do I feel this way? One thing I’m sure of is that I’m not doing everything for the bet. I’m—

“Daydreaming again.” The corner of her mouths pulls upward.

A smile makes its way on my face. “When will you tutor me?”

“When do you want?”

“Tomorrow?” I suggest.

“Whoa you really like seeing me huh,” she comments teasingly.

“No,” I deny quickly.

“So you’re saying that you don’t want to see me tomorrow?” She asks, tilting her head to the side.

“It’s not that,” I say, “maybe you’ll do something important and I don’t want to bother you.”

“I’ll text you then,” she says cheekily.

“Okay,” I agree.

“Goodnight Draky,” she says.

“Sweet dreams Pie.”

She leans to me slowly. Her breath tickles my cheek. Our faces are just a few inches apart. When I think she’s about to put a kiss on my lips, she opens the door and slides out of the car. She looks at me mischievously through the window and mouths, “Expecting for a kiss?” She sticks her tongue at me and makes her way inside the house, leaving me staring at her retreating figure.

That girl has a hold on me. I can’t even explain it; the way she makes me feel. It’s so bizarre, nothing I experienced before.

So what am I going to do now? I’ll just probably continue what I’m doing until I get bored and find something interesting. I’ll think about it later. Now I have to think of a plan on what am I going to do in Pie’s birthday.

I start the engine of the car and drive home. It’s like a fast forward because the next thing I know, I’m outside the house and searching for the key in my pockets.

Putting it to the doorknob, I walk inside. There’s a noise coming from the kitchen so I go to that direction. Rounding the corner, I see my mom rummaging in the fridge.

“Mom,” I say.

She jumps and accidentally drops the apple she’s holding. Picking it up, she turns to me and says, “You scared me.”

“I didn’t mean to,” I say amusedly, “why are you still awake?”

“I don’t want to sleep yet. Have you eaten? Do you want me to prepare something?”

“No,” I say, with a shake of my head. “I’m not hungry.”

Even though its a few hours ago since I last ate, my stomach is still full; full of butterflies.

“Okay,” says my mom, washing the apple on the sink and sits on the stool. “How was your day?”

“Fine,” I reply.

“That’s good,” she says, nodding her head. “What about school?”

Uh oh. I haven’t made a progress yet. I’m glad I asked Pie about the tutorial lesson a while ago. What am I going to—

“Drake,” mom says, snapping me from my thoughts. “Are you really okay?”

“Yes,” I say quickly. “I’m studying for next month’s exam.”

I’m sorry for lying mom. I really am. Anyway, I’ll study after a few days.

Mom sighs and pretends to believe me. “I’m tired. I’m going to sleep now.”

“Goodnight mom.”

“Goodnight Drake.”

After mom goes to her bedroom, I decide to sleep as well. This is such a tiring day. I feel exhausted and happy at the same time.

Staring at the ceiling, lying on my bed, I wait for sleep to come. I don’t know how many minutes or hours have passed but I still can’t fall asleep. It’s so frustrating when your mind is thinking incomprehensible thoughts while your body wants to rest.

After a few minutes of contemplating on what to do, I get up from my bed and sit on my desk. Opening my laptop and turning it on, I wait for a couple of seconds before it starts up. The clock shows that it’s midnight. Maybe someone is still online. I sign in my skype account and wait for it to process my email and password.

No one’s online. Seriously, what are they doing?! Minimizing my skype, I open another window, type youtube.com and click enter.

Time to listen to music. It helps me forget my problems, and listening to a song can make me sleep. The first band that comes to my mind is All Time Low. When the Walls play, I put my headphone and sing along with Alex.

I'm gonna break down these walls I built around myself. I wanna fall so in love with you and no one else—

Blink!

Someone’s calling me on Skype. Clicking it, I see that it’s Andre.

“Hey,” he says, when I answer it.

“What’s up?” It’s a video call so I can see him.

“How was it?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.

“It was. . .” I pause, finding the right word. “Great,” I say finally.

“What did you do?” he asks. “You didn’t know they’ll go there right?”

“Yeah,” I say, “I was surprised when I saw them. My plan was to buy a gift for Sophia.”

“And then you saw them so until now you don’t have a gift,” he says amusedly.

“I still have two days,” I mutter, rolling my eyes.

“Right. So what did you do?”

“Watch a movie, eat, and then. . .” I trail off.

“And then?” he probes.

“Go home,” I lie.

“That’s it?” he asks dubiously.

“Well, Parker told me something,” I say slyly.

“About?”

“Sophia,” I answer.

“What about her?” he asks curiously.

“He told me what I have to do to make her fall in love with me.”

His eyes widen. “Really?” he asks incredulously.

The talk with Parker was . . . I can’t find the right words to explain it. He gave me a lot of suggestions on how to make Pie fall in love with me. I was shock at first. I didn’t know why he was doing it and then he told me that he thinks Pie and I are perfect for each other. I was like, seriously?

I couldn’t believe it! It was a man to man talk. He was sure about it. And I, the player of the game, was awestruck. He even threatened to come back if I hurt Pie. If I continue to play the game, I will surely cause her pain. Not that I’m afraid of Parker, but I. . . I learn to respect him in the limited time I know him.

Will I tell Andre all the details? He’s my best friend so I think its okay. “He said that—“

Knock. Knock. Knock.