The Rebel Girl’s Fated Love

The Bet

Tiffany's P.O.V.

I had seen Chad before, but had never actually met him. I have to admit, I did think he was really handsome when I first saw him. We didn't have classes together last year, but I had caught glimpses of him at Tucker's house when I was hanging out with Mel over the summer at her house. I asked her who he was once, but she just scoffed and told me that I needed to stay away from him. She told me that even though he was handsome, he was far from my type. I agreed with her right away, seeing that he is a jock. Jock's are usually the last type of person that I'm attracted to. They're never on my radar. Something about Chad, though, has always caught my eye.

When he walked into the kitchen, I knew right away that he was coming over to hit on Gloria and me. We made brief eye contact with one another when my friends and I had first arrived, and I could see it in his eyes the moment he noticed me. I could see the curiosity he had about who I was, I could see his eyes roaming up and down my body unapologetically, I could see that he was finally noticing me for the first time, even though we go to school together and I hang out next door to his best friend's house. Most importantly, I could see by the look on his face that I would be his target for the night. I had made up my mind at that moment that I would toy with him. The look on his face in the kitchen when he realized that his usual charms wouldn't have an effect on me was priceless. He looked like he had seen an alien when I casually turned him down and walked out.

"Tiff, what was that all about? He was SO CUTE, and he totally has the hots for you!" Gloria whisper yells at me as she tugs on my arm and pulls me to face her.

A smirk pulls on my lips, "Yeah, he's definitely cute, but he's a jock." I tell her as I shrug my shoulders, "Guys like him always have girls falling at their feet. It's like a game to him. I just changed the game a little is all, and I'm probably the first girl to ever do that to him. Trust me, he's not done with me yet. He'll try again."

Gloria laughs at me as she shakes her head, "You're right, guys like him DO always have girls falling at their feet. So, why would he waste his time chasing after you when he probably has a million lined up to be with him? I mean, you're beautiful and all, but so is he."

I step closer to her and lean in to her ear, "Because guys like him ALWAYS want what they can't have. They like a challenge and don't like their ego being bruised."

"Girl, whatever!" she laughs as she softly pushes me away from her, "He's not worried about his ego. He's got plenty of cheerleaders around here that will build it back up for him. You probably just missed out on your one chance with him."

I shrug my shoulders as I laugh along with her, "If I'm wrong, then I'm wrong. It won't bother me one bit if he gets with a cheerleader. Mel says he's not my type anyway." I tell her, before pulling on her hand, "Come on, let's go dance!"

Gloria follows me to the dance floor, and although neither of us like the music that they're playing, it has a nice beat to it. Before we know it, we're laughing away and goofing around while doing stupid dance moves with each other. I can feel everyone watching us, and I know that a lot of the girls here are whispering about how immature they think that we're being, but I don't care. I've never been the type to try to be sexy on the dance floor, because I've never thought about dancing as a way to get attention. To me, dancing is just like fighting, it's a way to get your frustrations out and have a good time.

Gloria and I just got done doing the running man to some pop song that was playing, when the music turns to some slow song. Both of us are dripping with sweat and, for the first time, I'm finally realizing how hot it actually is in here. I roll my eyes at the slow song that's playing, wondering why anyone would actually even want to play a slow song at a party, when I feel someone tap my shoulder. I turn around to see Chad smiling down at me, and for a second, my breath hitches in my throat. His face is beautiful, almost too beautiful. His sandy blonde hair is glistening under the disco lights as they swirl around the room, and his brown eyes are so light that they almost seem golden. He has a really nice smile, but the dimples in the centers of his cheeks are what really accentuate it. I didn't pay this much attention to him in the kitchen earlier, but right now, he looks extremely sexy. I don't know why I'm suddenly dazed by him. Maybe it's because I'm dehydrated from all of the dancing and it's making me delusional.

"Would you like to dance with me?" he asks me as he leans down, before nervously shoving his hands into his pockets.

Cute. He's nervous.

I smile at him and cross my arms over my chest, "I mean, I wouldn't say that I would LIKE to dance with you, but it IS your party after all. I guess I could do you a solid. I wouldn't want to embarrass you in front of all of your guests by turning you down"

Chad chuckles at me as he nervously scratches the back of his neck, before he slowly wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into him, "Thanks, Tiffany. I really appreciate the solid. However, I don't get embarrassed too easily, so you didn't HAVE to if you didn't want to."

"I mean, I couldn't let you turn into a COMPLETE social outcast by turning you down in front of everyone. You're already playing crappy slow songs, so you're already halfway there." I tell him with a smirk.

Chad shrugs his shoulders as he looks down at me with a smirk playing on his lips as well, "I usually don't play slow songs at my parties. However, I wanted to dance with the most beautiful girl in the room tonight, so I told them to play one for me."

I snort out a laugh at him, because I knew that pickup line was coming before he even said it, "Oh, so you asked HER to dance first and she turned you down, THEN you came and asked me?"

Chad shakes his head at me as he chuckles, "You know that I'm talking about you. Most girls would've been swooning over me saying that to them, yet, you turned it into a joke."

"Yeah, well, I'm not most girls." I tell him with a shrug.

"I've quickly come to figure that out." he says as he nods his head, before looking down at me with a wide grin, "I'm actually surprised you agreed to dance with me, after brushing me off so quickly in the kitchen earlier."

I furrow my brows at him, "Yeah, well, you were being an ass in the kitchen earlier."

Chad chuckles lowly at me, "How was I being an ass earlier? I was introducing myself to you."

I let out a small and frustrated sigh as I look up at him, "By acting all macho and acting like you're the king of the school. You literally said, 'Yeah, I'm a pretty big deal around the school. Yeah, I'm a pretty hot commodity.' Trust me, you were way more attractive just a second ago when you asked me to dance."

"How was I any different just a second ago when I asked you to dance, then how I was when I was talking to you in the kitchen earlier?" he asks me with furrowed brows.

I casually shrug my shoulders as I chew on the inside of my cheek, before blowing out a small sigh, "I don't know. Honestly, you might not have been any different, but to me you just seemed a little more vulnerable when you were asking me to dance. You seemed nervous, more real. Pickup lines and all of that crap don't work on me. I like it when a person is actually REAL with me, rather than telling me what they think I want to hear."

"Well, you didn't give me a chance to even be real with you in the kitchen earlier. You pretty much turned me down the second that I walked in. You didn't know how the conversation was going to go." he tells me with a mischievous glint in his eye.

I purse my lips at him as a small chuckle escapes me, "I can tell you exactly how our conversation in the kitchen would've went, if I wouldn't have walked out. You would've asked me and my friend if we came by ourselves tonight, even though I KNOW you saw three of our friends leave the party earlier. Then, once you found out that it was just the two of us here, you would've casually texted one of your jock buddies to come into the kitchen to be your wingman. Once Gloria was preoccupied with your friend, you would've offered to make me a drink so I'd loosen up a bit. You would've made it a strong drink to try and get me buzzed faster, but you would've expected me to keep sipping on it without saying anything, even if I didn't like it, because that's what girls usually do to try and impress you. Then, you'd start talking about how you're on the football team or the basketball team or the baseball team, and you'd start telling me how you're one of their best players. You'd do some kind of weird move to show me your arm muscles, asking me if I want to feel them. Then, you'd find a way to wrap your arm around my shoulders while I'm doing that, so you can lean in and be closer to me. After that, you'd start whispering into my ear and telling me how you picked me out of the crowd tonight, how you just couldn't keep your eyes off of me, how all of these girls want you but I'm the lucky one that you're paying attention to. The words don't mean anything, because they aren't true, but it's the action of you being close and whispering to me that's supposed to do the trick. It's supposed to turn me on enough to break my walls down and make me comfortable with you. After that, you'd find a way to mention that it's loud or hot or whatever, and ask me if I wanted to find somewhere else to go so we can talk. The rest after that, it always just falls into place for you because the girls are buzzed and fooled by your charms, so you don't really have to try after that."

He stares at me with wide eyes as his mouth hangs open, before he finally lets out a small sigh, "Okay, so I take it that you've met guys like me before?"

"Plenty of them." I tell him with a nod.

Chad looks around the room, before looking back at me with a soft smile, "So then, with that being said, how do I get you to agree to go somewhere else to talk, if my usual moves won't do the trick?"

A giggle escapes my lips, before I hear the music change to a more upbeat song. I look around the room as I pull away from Chad, before looking back at him with a playful grin.

"Do you have a beer pong table set up?" I ask him.

Chad furrows his brows at me as he shoves his hands into his pockets, "Beer pong?" he asks as he chuckles a little, "Yeah, it's set up in the backyard, but it's just a bunch of guys from the football team back there."

I slowly walk up to him and lean up on my tip-toes to whisper into his ear, "You beat me at beer pong, I'll make-out with you for ten minutes, and we will part ways like nothing ever happened. If I beat you, then we go somewhere quiet and have an ACTUAL conversation with one another, without you being a creep who's trying to make moves on me. Deal?"

Chad pulls away from me with wide eyes, before a huge grin covers his face, "You're on, Miller."