Crystal
“How's it going, you got him in the bag already?” Eva asks me with a sardonic smile when I approach the group with my tail between my legs and fear, waiting for the inevitable punishment that awaits me.
“Something like that,” I whisper, although I know it would be more possible for me at this moment to get to the sun than to get to the sergeant's rock-hard heart, “Look.... why don't we forget this stupid bet? It's very silly anyway and...”
“No. You can't come to me now and take it back just because you realized that he’s never going to like you. Besides, I've never had designer clothes and I want them.”
“Something tells me you don't even like designer clothes,” I roll my eyes at her. She told me her father is José Ramos, someone I don't know but I’ve heard about. I know they'v
