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🏵️(The bet)🏵️
🪻WRITTEN BY CRYSTAL.O.ORI🪻
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(Episode 18&19)
VIOLET’S POINT OF VIEW
The air inside the living room felt thicker than before, a hazy mix of perfume, alcohol, and the faint scent of chlorine drifting in from the pool side .The lights were softer here actually amber and gold……casting a faint shimmer across the expensive marble floor.
Music pulsed faintly from somewhere deeper in the house, and groups of people stood in corners laughing, whispering, or simply existing in their own little worlds. I followed Nianna, trying to shake the unease coiling in my stomach.
She led me straight to the long oak counter lined with drinks of every color imaginable. Bottles glimmered beneath soft lights,wine, cocktails, soda and for a brief second, it almost looked beautiful………Almost.
“Here, this one looks nice,” Nianna said, her voice bright, too bright, as she picked up a glass filled with something golden and I frowned.
“You really shouldn’t just grab random drinks at a party, Nianna. That’s literally one of the top rules in every movie that ends badly.”I said and Nianna laughed lightly, brushing off my concern.
“You worry too much, bestie. Don’t tell me you plan to stand here all night clutching your bag like it’s your soulmate.”She said and I gave a small smile despite myself.Maybe I was overreacting, Maybe she was right. This was going to be my one and only party that I’ll ever attend,I think I should make good use of it.She handed me a cup. “Just take one sip. It’s fruit punch, I promise.”She said and I stared at it for a moment, then sighed..
“Fine. But if I wake up with purple hair, I’m blaming you.”I said,She laughed again, and I took a small sip.
It was sweet, too sweet. Almost syrupy. I took another sip and not long I began feeling weird,I turned to say something, but the words dissolved before they reached my lips. The room suddenly swayed..just slightly at first, then harder, like someone had tilted the world without warning. My fingers trembled around the cup, and I blinked, confused.
“Nianna…….. I think… I don’t feel so good,” I mumbled, the sound of my own voice strangely distant.Nianna’s smile faltered for a split second, but then she reached forward, steadying me.
“It’s fine, Violet. You probably just need some air. Let’s go somewhere quieter, okay?”Her hand tightened around my arm as she guided me away from the crowd. My head was spinning, vision blurring at the edges. People’s faces became shapeless blobs of color. I could barely hear over the muffled pounding of my heart.
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Somewhere across the room, Dylan watched the scene unfold. He was leaning casually against a pillar, pretending to laugh at something Zayn said but his eyes had been tracking Violet since the moment she entered the party.
The way she’d brushed him off earlier replayed in his mind like a song he couldn’t turn off. He should’ve been annoyed, but instead, he found himself smiling. She was different, untamed in a way that intrigued him.When he saw her stumble, though, the smile faded instantly.
“Zayn,” he said, straightening, his voice sharp.
“Did you see that?”Zayn turned just in time to catch Nianna half-supporting Violet,guiding her toward the hallway.
“Looks like your nerdy princess can’t handle a drink,” Zayn muttered with a smirk But Dylan’s instincts screamed otherwise. He’d seen enough parties, enough mistakes, to recognize when something wasn’t right. Without another word, he pushed off the pillar and started after them.
AUSTIN’S POINT OF VIEW
I hadn’t planned to show up, but I just couldn’t help it when I saw in the school blog that she had come to the party. I had stood outside Dylan’s mansion for nearly ten minutes before deciding to walk in. I wasn’t invited,of course not but curiosity had gotten the better of me
Just as I walked in I saw Violet step through those doors and my breath caught.I had seen her around school, Always quiet,always in her own world. But tonight… she looked nothing like the shy girl i remembered. The top, the way the light kissed her skin—it was enough to make my pulse quicken.
I’d tried to approach her once at school, but she’d barely looked at him. Now, as i stood near the back of the room, watching her falter, something inside me tightened.
“Violet?” i whispered to himself, concern flashing across his face. I started moving forward, weaving through the crowd.
But Dylan was faster.
VIOLET’S POINT OF VIEW
Everything was a blur now,The hallway lights shimmered and bent, voices echoing like distant thunder. My legs felt heavy, my thoughts sluggish.
“Nianna…” I managed weakly,
“where are we going?”I mummured like a drunk person.
“Just sit down for a minute, okay?” she said, her voice oddly calm.
“You’ll feel better soon.”she added.She guided me toward a smaller lounge near the back of the house…….a quiet place away from the crowd. I barely registered the figures standing by the doorway until one of them stepped forward.
A group of boys. Loud laughter. The smell of alcohol and my heart thudded painfully.
“Hey, Nianna, who’s this pretty one?” one of them asked with a grin.Nianna hesitated, forcing a smile. “She’s just feeling dizzy. Can you guys help me get her a seat?”I heard her said and I scoffed loudly even though I was looking all pale, why would she tell them that, what’s going on.
They moved closer, too close. My body tensed, fear creeping up my spine. I tried to step back, but my legs refused to listen. The room spun violently.
And then, just as one of the boys reached out to take off my dress,A hand slammed him backward.The sound of impact cracked through the air like a whip.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Dylan’s voice thundered from behind me.
He stepped between us, eyes blazing, fists clenched. His presence filled the space instantly, his jaw tight, his expression cold enough to freeze the air around him.
“She’s drunk, man. We were just—”One of them was saying but Dylan cut him off.
“Touch her again and you’ll lose your teeth,” Dylan growled. His voice was low,dangerous. The kind of tone that made even the boldest person think twice.Nianna stepped back, panic flashing briefly in her eyes before she masked it..
“Dylan, she wasn’t…..”
“Save it,” he snapped without looking at her. He slipped his arm around my body steadying me as i swayed against him. My skin was now cold,and my breathing shallow.
“Come on,” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else.
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“Let’s get you out of here.”
As he led her out of the lounge, Austin arrived just in time to see them disappearing down the hall, Violet’s head resting against Dylan’s chest.
For a long moment, Austin just stood there, silent, watching. Then his jaw tightened.
So that’s how it is, he thought grimly.
Dylan half-carried Violet through the back door and into the cool night air. The chill hit her immediately, and she shivered, curling closer to him instinctively.
Her eyes fluttered open slightly, unfocused but soft. “Dylan?”She muttered slowly. And He swallowed hard.
“Yeah, it’s me. You’re safe.”He said.
“Did I… do something stupid?” she whispered, her words slurring faintly, She was beginning to regain herself.
He shook his head, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“No. You just trusted the wrong people.”For a heartbeat, he hated himself for bringing her into this world, for making her part of this ridiculous bet. But the feeling blooming in his chest wasn’t about winning anymore. It was strangely about her.
# MORNING
VIOLET’S POINT OF VIEW
As I slowly emerged from the depths of slumber, the very first thing that greeted my eyes was the stark, white ceiling above me. For a fleeting moment, my mind was entirely blank….like a clean slate, devoid of any memories or awareness, just a dense and heavy veil of silence enveloping me. A dull ache throbbed at the back of my head, and as the gentle morning light filtered through the curtains, its brightness made me squint and wince in discomfort. Then, piece by piece, the memories began to come back… the party, the pulsing music, the drinks I had taken… and then, there were flashes of Nianna… and Dylan.
Startled, I sat up abruptly, my heart racing in my chest, only to be immediately overtaken by a wave of dizziness that crashed down on me like a tide.
“Take it easy,” a calm, soothing voice interrupted my spiraling thoughts.
I turned sharply, startled, and there he was Dylan perched on a chair beside the bed, one arm casually draped over the backrest. He was watching me intently. Gone was his usual cocky grin; instead, his expression bore a rare seriousness that I had never seen before.
“Dylan?” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath, unsure if I was still tucked inside a dream.
“Morning, sleeping beauty,” he replied softly, his tone imbued with a genuine concern that replaced his typical sarcasm. My eyes quickly moved around the room, taking in my surroundings.
“Where… am I?” I mumbled, my voice low and uncertain.
“In the guest room,” he informed me, standing up slowly.
“You fainted last night,” he added, and with that, short snippets of memory flashed through my mind agains,pinning lights, my vision becoming blurred, and his voice cutting through the chaos like a lifeline amid the storm.
“Wait, Nianna,” I suddenly exclaimed, gripping the blanket tightly as a chill raced down my spine.
“Where is she?” I pressed, and I noticed a moment of hesitation in his demeanor, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.
“She’s fine. Left right after you passed out,” he assured me, but there was something in the way he said it controlled, cautious that sent a twist of unease spiraling through my stomach. Just as I opened my mouth to inquire further, he continued, his voice quiet but firm,
“Someone spiked your drink, Violet.” I felt my body go rigid at his words.
“What?” I managed to mutter, the weight of his revelation settling heavily on my chest. He sighed, rubbing a hand wearily over his face as if the words were burdensome.
“You were lucky I saw you when I did,” he added, and a cold shiver coursed through me, my throat suddenly feeling parched.
“You… you saved me?” I repeated softly, astonished. He looked away, a muscle flickering in his jaw, betraying a hint of discomfort.
“Don’t make a big deal out of it. I just didn’t want my party to end in chaos and besides you’re mon Cherie” he said dismissively, yet beneath his usual bravado, I sensed something genuine—something that didn’t quite align with the tone of his words.
“Thank you,” I said quietly, and for what felt like forever, silence enveloped us. I couldn’t help but admire him. The boy everyone regarded as untouchable, wild, heartless….yet he had been the one to carry me out of that troubling situation when I needed help the most. Perhaps my previous judgments about him had been misguided.
“You should rest a little longer,” he suggested finally, his voice softened in timbre.
“It’s Saturday. The buzz about the party will linger for days, but you’re safe here,” he reassured me, and I hummed absentmindedly in response. Saturday—right. The weekend was here, after all.
He turned toward the door, and suddenly I found myself calling out,
“Dylan?” He halted, glancing back at me.
“Why?” I asked quietly, urgency lacing my words.
“Why help me?” For a heartbeat, he was silent, contemplation etched on his face. Then he turned partially toward me, a teasing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips,
“Because you’re mon chérie, and maybe I enjoy playing the hero from time to time.” With that, he strolled out, leaving me to ponder the complexities of his character.
AUSTIN’S POINT OF VIEW
As the warm Saturday morning sunlight filtered through the half-open blinds of my room, it spilled lazily across my desk, casting light on the scattered notes from the unfinished homework I had neglected the night before. Sleep eluded me, and no matter how hard I tried to will my mind to rest, I simply couldn’t shake the vivid images that replayed in my head. I kept seeing Dylan carrying Violet out of the party, her head resting softly against his chest, her arms hanging limply at her sides.
“Man, you’ve been staring into space for the better part of ten minutes,” Mason’s voice pulled me from my thoughts, echoing across the room.
“Are you going to tell me what’s eating at you, or do I need to start guessing?” He said, and I couldn’t help but groan, flinging a pencil in his direction in mild annoyance.
“It’s nothing,” I dismissed gruffly, but Mason raised an eyebrow at me, clearly not buying it.
“Let me guess… it’s about Violet,” he said, a teasing grin flickering across his face.
“Just drop it,” I snapped, running a frustrated hand through my hair, but Mason only chuckled.
“You’re jealous, bro. Just admit it.” His playful tone hit a nerve, but I chose not to respond. I didn’t need to say anything; I wasn’t supposed to care. In my mind, I wasn’t supposed to think of her in that way at all. But oddly enough, I found that I couldn’t stop.
There was something about her… how vividly real she appeared, how she embodied both strength and vulnerability all at once… it was a confusing combination that had unsettled me. And witnessing her in Dylan’s arms the previous night? That had triggered something deep within me, igniting an unfamiliar surge of emotion that I couldn’t quite comprehend.
“She’s not safe around him,” I whispered, barely audible, but Mason’s gaze snapped up to meet mine, curiosity etched on his face.
“Who are you talking about?” he asked, an inquisitive frown appearing.
“Dylan,” I replied, my tone darkening as I spoke the name.
“There’s just something about him that doesn’t sit right with me,” I added, feeling a knot of unease tighten in my stomach. Mason let out a scoff that echoed through the quiet room.
“Well, of course it doesn’t. You both are practically enemies,” he pointed out matter-of-factly. I couldn’t help but shake my head in response; he would never truly understand the deeper concerns that plagued me.
DIANA’S POINT OF VIEW
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in sunny Spain, Diana stood on the balcony of her hotel suite, anxiously clutching her phone to her ear as the cool breeze tugged gently at her hair. Quinn’s steady, calm voice came through the line, providing a semblance of reassurance.
“She’s fine, Diana. She made it home this morning. I didn’t want to pry too much, but honestly, she seemed a bit shaken up,” Quinn explained, and Diana let out a slow exhale, feeling relief wash over her but mixed with an all-consuming guilt.
“I shouldn’t have left her alone. I should have been there, right by her side,” I muttered, frustration evident in my voice.
“She’s nineteen now,” Quinn replied gently, trying to soothe me.
“You can’t shield her from everything that might happen,” she said, and I felt my grip on the balcony railing tighten.
“Quinn, you just don’t understand. I’ve already lost so much. I can’t stand the thought of losing Violet too,” I murmured in a voice full of distress, and I could hear Quinn’s resigned sigh on the other end.
“She needs the opportunity to grow, not walls to hide behind,” she said softly, but I chose to remain silent. My thoughts spiraled back to the dark secrets I had buried long ago, the ones I promised would remain hidden from Violet forever. Yet, I knew very well that fate had a cruel knack for digging things up when least expected.
VIOLET’S POINT OF VIEW
By now, it was nearly noon when I finally mustered the energy to leave the confines of the guest room. The house felt eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded just the night before. The tantalizing aroma of coffee wafted through the hallway, mingling with the sunlight that bathed the sleek black-and-white floor tiles in a warm glow.
After getting lost in the sprawling mansion, I finally found Dylan in the kitchen. His hair was tousled, and he held a mug in his hands as he glanced up and caught sight of me.
“Feeling better?” he inquired with genuine concern in his voice.
“Yeah,” I replied softly, not wanting to delve too much into my feelings.
“Thanks again… for everything,” I added, my words almost a whisper. He shrugged, downplaying the gesture, but the faint glimmer in his eyes told a different story.
“You really should eat something before you head out,” he suggested, his brow slightly furrowing in worry.
“Um, thanks, but I probably need to get home,” I replied hesitantly.
“My aunt is probably worried about me,” I mumbled.
“I already sent her a text,” he stated, making my eyes widen in surprise.
“You did what?” I exclaimed, incredulous. He smirked, a playful glint lighting up his expression.
“You were completely out cold. She needed to know that you were safe,” he said, and I ran a hand through my hair, trying to process that.
“You really do whatever you want, don’t you?” I muttered, half-amused, half-exasperated.
“Pretty much,” he replied casually, that lazy grin of his returning.
Curiosity bubbled up inside me, breaking through the awkwardness. “So, um… where are your parents? Do you live here all by yourself?” I asked, genuinely wanting to know more about him.
He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Yeah, this is my place. My parents have their own house. I live with my twin sisters, but they’re not always around. Most of the time, it’s just me along with Zayn, Brian, and Johnson hanging out here,” he explained, and I nodded, taking it all in.
Just then, my phone began ringing, the sound breaking the momentary connection we’d shared. It was Aunty Quinn.
“Hey, Aunt! Good… afternoon,” I greeted somewhat sheepishly, uncertain of the actual time.
“Oh, I’m on my way home now, yeah… I’m fine, okay, see you soon,” I said quickly before ending the call.
“I should really get going; my aunt is starting to get quite worried,” I said, glancing back at Dylan, who had halted whatever he was doing to focus on me.
“Alright then, I’ll drop you off,” he offered, but I immediately shook my head.
“You really don’t have to do that. I can drive myself… maybe I could just borrow your car?” I suggested, not wanting to impose.
He let out a hearty chuckle.
“You don’t want my help?” he teased, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s not like that… I just want to drive myself, you know? I don’t want to put you out,” I replied a bit awkwardly, hoping he’d understand.
He huffed, pointing toward the living room. “There’s a table with a drawer. Pick a key; the car is in the garage.”
Grateful, I smiled at him and made my way to the living room he indicated. Once I found the table, I opened the drawer and couldn’t help but scoff at the sheer number of car keys inside – such a show-off, I thought, while picking one out.
He accompanied me to the garage, and I finally set my sights on the jeep, feeling a rush of adrenaline as I backed out of the driveway – this was all so unexpected. Reaching for my phone, I checked my messages but saw nothing from Nianna. What was going on? There were so many questions brewing in my mind, especially since I was troubled by the unsettling thoughts that lurked just beneath the surface.
I finally reached home and packed the car at the garage,I noticed i was receiving weird stares from the maids and bodyguards although they greeted me as I walked past. I saw aunty Quinn in the sitting room watching cartoons with Sophia and I smiled,They hadn’t seen me yet.That’s one thing with Sophia she’ll make you watch cartoons with her. Finally I’m home,I thought with a smile and walked up to them.
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*TBC 😱😱😱
