Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

He makes no indication he even hears me.
“I must confess,” Stella coos, turning her attention to Adara. “I
did cheat a little. I gave Phoebe some motivation to spend time with
him—to befriend him. If you want to call the bet, I understand.”
“No,” Adara assures her. “You were right. Whether you urged her
along or not, she still fell for him like a lead anchor.”
My head is spinning.
It was all because of a bet. He spent time with me, treated me like a
friend, all because of some stupid bet. The whole Hercules thing was
probably a total lie. And that garbage about breaking up with Adara.
Before I can stop myself, I take two steps toward Griffin, pull
back my hand, and slap him as hard as I can. I don’t wait around to
see if I leave a mark.
“Nicole was right about you. You’re a selfish bastard.” I barely have
control of the tears trying to fill my eyes. “Stay away from me.”
Then I run all the way home.
Mom tries to get me to talk when I won’t even leave my room for
dinner, but I tell her it’s just hormones and she leaves me alone.
Even if she doesn’t believe me.
Spending an entire day locked in my room, avoiding all social
interaction, gives me a lot of time to think. I go back over all the
moments with Griffin, analyzing each one, and decide that I can’t
tell when he was being straight and when he was playing me. Which
only reinforces my decision to stay as far away from him as possible.
I can’t trust myself to tell which Griffin I’m talking to.
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