❤️🔥His Hot introvert❤️🔥
🏵️(The bet)🏵️
🪻WRITTEN BY CRYSTAL.O.ORI🪻
❌ DO NOT COPY OR REPOST❌
(Episode 10)
VIOLET’S POINT OF VIEW
I sprang to my feet, hastily distancing myself from Austin’s still body on the ground. The moment felt surreal, and as I instinctively raised my hand to cover my face, I tried to shield myself from the blinding barrage of camera flashes that seemed to explode all around me.
It felt as though I was suddenly thrust into an unwelcome spotlight. A crowd of students had gathered, their murmurs and whispers washing over me like a tide of judgment, and I couldn’t help but feel my heart race as I clenched my teeth, desperately trying to block out their hurtful comments.
“Look at her,” one girl sneered, her voice dripping with disdain.
“She’s such a slut, flaunting that short skirt just because Dylan told her he liked her yesterday.”
Another voice chimed in, cutting through the cacophony of chatter.
“Honestly, she’s still so ugly,” followed by the sound of someone biting their lip, presumably in mockery.Then, surprisingly, a counter voice emerged from the crowd.
“I hate to say it, but I seriously doubt that… She actually looks pretty good in that skirt.”
“Ugh, shut up, Taylor,” another girl shot back, her tone laced with contempt.
“She’s still ugly, though.”
“I’ve never seen her thighs before; this is really the first time?” one of them remarked, eyes widening with a mix of shock and cynical curiosity.
“Well, I for one love this new look of hers!” another one interjected enthusiastically.
“Yeah, I second that! She should totally keep dressing this way,” someone added, their admiration standing in stark contrast to the negativity surrounding me.
“Damn, she really does look hot! Just check out her legs!” one boy shouted, seemingly oblivious to the critical atmosphere.
But then the insults resumed, harsh and biting. ..
“Geez, she’s such a slut,” someone echoed again, as if too many pairs of eyes were scrutinizing me for their comfort.
“And now, seducing Dylan isn’t enough for her; she wants to make a move on our Austin too!” another voice yelled, making me feel a wave of panic wash over me.
“Yeah! Austin is ours!” another chimed in, and I could feel the collective energy shift into a dangerous intensity.
“We should teach her a lesson!”
“I always thought she was just a typical nerd,” one remarked, her expression twisting into a frown.
“I had no idea she was secretly a backstabber, like a green snake lurking in the grass.”
Austin, shaking off the dust from his shirt, glanced around at the group of ladies, his curiosity piqued.
“And what, exactly, do you all think you’re up to?” he asked, his tone a mix of disappointment and incredulity. Immediately, the ladies turned their attention to him, their chatter faltering under his gaze.
“Seriously? Do you not feel any shame for what you’re doing right now? Just take a good look at yourselves!” He scoffed, his eyes sweeping disdainfully over them.
“I’m going to close my eyes for a moment, and when I open them again, I expect all of you to be gone,” he declared firmly, shutting his eyes with an air of authority.
“One…” he began counting, and the ladies exchanged glances, each one seemingly contemplating their next move. It didn’t take long for them to start slipping away, one by one, their earlier bravado dissipating.
“Two… Three…” He counted aloud before opening his eyes again, only to find that, as he had predicted, they were all gone, leaving him in an oddly quiet space.
“Are you okay?” he suddenly asked, turning towards me. His question caught me off guard. This was the first time he had ever spoken directly to me, and I felt a mix of surprise and apprehension wash over me.
“Um… yes, I’m fine, thank you,” I mumbled, looking down at my feet, feeling the heat of embarrassment creeping into my cheeks.
“No, you’re not fine,” he replied, concern creasing his brow as he pointed out the obvious.
“Look, you’re bleeding.” His words made me look up at him, confusion evident on my face as I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. What was he talking about?
“I’m perfectly fine, I assure you,” I stated firmly, but he merely scoffed at my declaration. Without missing a beat, he pointed directly at my knees, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit self-conscious.
“Just take a look—you’re bleeding,” he remarked, and I quickly turned my gaze downward to examine my legs. Sure enough, there was blood trickling from both my knees, the result of what must have been a rather unfortunate fall I had taken earlier. A wave of embarrassment washed over me, and I bit my lip nervously as I processed the sight.
“Oh, it’s nothing but a scratch,” I mumbled, trying to downplay the situation.
“I’ll just swing by the school infirmary. There’s no need for you to worry about it.” I found myself avoiding his gaze, knowing he would likely push back against my nonchalance. And just as I suspected, he scoffed once again.
“Come on now, there’s no way I’m letting you go alone. I’ll take you,” he insisted, reaching out to grab my hand. I quickly shook my head, desperate to assert my independence.
“You really don’t have to accompany me; it’s not that big of a deal,” I said, attempting to brush off his concern. But he was unyielding, letting out a loud scoff in response to my words.
“I’m not taking no for an answer,” he said, and before I knew it, he was gently tugging me along towards the infirmary. The journey felt both frustrating and oddly reassuring as we made our way through the halls.
Once we arrived, he settled me into a chair, and I felt a bit out of sorts, all the attention suddenly focused on me. The doctor approached us, a warm smile on his face as he greeted Austin with undeniable familiarity.
“What brings you here today, Austin?” the doctor inquired breezily, glancing in my direction. Before I could muster a response, Austin pointed at me, his expression suggesting I would be the star of this little encounter.
“She fell and ended up with a few bruises on her knee. I’d appreciate it if you could take a look at it,” he said, glancing toward the doctor, who acknowledged him with a nod before turning his attention in my direction.
“Good morning, sir,” I managed to mumble, trying to mask the discomfort I felt while the doctor greeted me with a gentle smile.
“Is she your girlfriend?” he asked, and those words caught me totally off guard. I immediately found myself choking on my own saliva, while Austin broke into a quiet chuckle beside me, clearly enjoying my embarrassment.
“No, she’s just my classmate,” he replied, looking at me intently. I felt a sudden urge to avoid his gaze, so I quickly turned my head away, hoping to distract myself from the awkwardness of the moment.
“Good morning, young lady. If you could please come over and take a seat here,” the doctor instructed kindly as he made his way toward the examination bed. I got to my feet, trying to ignore the sharp pangs shooting through my knees as I limped toward the bed.
As I approached and settled down on the mattress, the doctor wasted no time. He donned a pair of gloves and began to examine my knee. Each touch felt excruciating, and I couldn’t help but wince as he carefully cleaned the wounds. It took a few moments, but eventually, he finished his work and glanced up at Austin, clearly ready to discuss whatever came next.
“She’ll be fine; you all just need to wait a little longer before she’s ready to walk to class,” he said reassuringly. Austin nodded in response, but I couldn’t help but feel a pang of confusion. Shouldn’t that information have been directed toward me instead of him? After all, I had made it quite clear before that there was nothing romantic going on between Austin and me. I let out a heavy sigh as I focused my gaze on the ground, feeling the weight of my thoughts consuming me.
“Does it hurt?” Austin asked, breaking the silence that had settled around us, and I quickly shook my head, eager to dismiss any concerns about my condition.
“I don’t mean to interfere in your personal matters,” he continued, his tone gentle yet curious,
“but don’t you think your skirt is a bit too short? I noticed you seemed quite uncomfortable when Dr. Dean was examining your leg. What happened to your other uniform? You just look so uneasy right now.”
His words made me chew on my lip nervously, caught off guard by his observation.
“Well, my personal maid accidentally burnt my other uniform, so I really didn’t have much of a choice other than to wear this one,” I admitted in a quiet murmur. Having said that, he simply nodded and fell silent.
“Thank you for what you did for me not too long ago,” I said quietly, my voice a mixture of gratitude and embarrassment.
“I really appreciate it, and I’m sorry for bumping into you like that.”
“Yeah, you’re welcome,” he replied, his tone equally subdued.
I glanced at the clock and realized I was already running late for class.
“I really need to get to class now,” I muttered, urgency creeping into my voice. He nodded and offered his hand, gently helping me down from the bed I had been sitting on. Without a second thought, he grabbed my school bag and we started walking together toward class.
As we made our way through the school hallway, I could feel dozens of eyes on us, like a spotlight shining directly at us. Whispers erupted around us—students pointed, and I could see some of them discreetly capturing the moment on their phones.
A sigh escaped my lips as I felt my cheeks flush; I bit down on my lip, limping slightly as we walked. My heart raced as we finally approached our classroom.
The moment we stepped inside, it felt as though every single pair of eyes was trained on us. Most classmates looked utterly astonished, their expressions a mix of shock and intrigue.
“Violet, are you okay?” Mrs. Joyce, my favorite teacher, asked anxiously, her gaze searching my face for any sign of trouble.
“I was just talking to one of your classmates, and they told me you weren’t here today.”
I felt a tiny knot in my stomach as I responded,
“I was at the school infirmary. I just got a little bruise,” I explained softly, trying to catch the eyes of my classmates as I did. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Dylan staring at us with a frown.I turned my head away, not wanting to draw further attention to myself or the situation.
“I hope you’re feeling better now. Why don’t you go take a seat?” she said with a warm tone. I nodded in response, grateful for her concern. Austin, passed me my handbag before making his way back to his own desk, and I followed suit, heading to my seat. Just as I was about to settle in, my gaze fell upon Niana, who was already present in class.
I noticed a frown etched on her face, and it was clear she was not in the best of moods. However, the moment she caught me looking, her expression shifted, and she flashed a bright smile directly at me. I couldn’t help but smile back as I took my seat.
Almost as soon as I was settled, Mrs. Joyce resumed her lesson, and I could feel the eyes of several classmates still on me as she spoke. My heart sank a bit at the thought that this day might turn out to be a real challenge; I mentally braced myself for the scrutiny. Just at that moment, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. It was Niana, who discreetly slid a small piece of paper towards me.
Curious, I quickly unfolded the note and read its contents:
“Log into the school’s group chat.” Without wasting a moment, I fished my phone out of my bag, carefully logging into the group chat while ensuring that Mrs. Joyce was none the wiser. I had to be slick about it; I didn’t want to attract any unnecessary attention from the teacher.
As I logged into my social media account, a wave of shock washed over me. I couldn’t believe my eyes—my photos were plastered everywhere, accompanied by a sensational headline claiming that I was trying to seduce Austin.
To make matters worse, it went on to say that I had worn a short skirt in order to captivate Dylan’s attention as well. The instant I read those outrageous words, I couldn’t help but emit a loud scoff, which, unfortunately, cut through the classroom’s atmosphere like a knife and caused the teacher to pause mid-lesson.
“Um, Miss Violet,” she began, her tone slightly bewildered,
“Could you please share with us what’s prompted that reaction?” Her eyes locked onto mine as the stares of my classmates bore down on me, making me feel suddenly very self-conscious. I instinctively bit my lip, realizing that all attention had shifted to me again m, and I felt a flush of embarrassment creeping up my cheeks.
NIANA’S POINT OF VIEW
As soon as she stepped into the classroom, accompanied by Austin, I couldn’t help but let out a sarcastic scoff. It was impossible to ignore the way Austin was so captivated by her presence; his gaze was fixed on her, almost as if he were under some kind of spell. Rolling my eyes in response to their entrance, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of irritation wash over me.
With a frown etched on my face, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her as she made her way across the room, heading towards her seat. The moment her eyes locked onto mine, I quickly plastered on a feigned smile, hoping to mask the annoyance I felt inside.
Eager to distract myself, I pulled out my phone and checked the latest updates about her. As soon as I stumbled upon a new piece of news, I grabbed a scrap of paper and hastily scribbled a message before discreetly passing it to her. I watched intently as she pulled out her own phone, her attention shifting as she began to scroll through it. Perfect, I thought with a smirk, relishing the idea that she was occupied, just as I had hoped she would be.
Not long after, she let out a loud scoff that echoed through the classroom, catching the attention of everyone, including our teacher, Mrs. Joyce.
“Could you please share with us what’s prompted that reaction?” Mrs. Joyce inquired, her tone tinged with curiosity. The room fell silent as all eyes turned towards her, anticipating her response.
“I’m sorry, I was just… I’m sorry,” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper, an odd mix of contrition and annoyance flickering across her features. Mrs. Joyce simply sighed softly, choosing to let the matter drop as she resumed her teaching, the moment of tension dissipating into the air.
As the final bell rang, signaling the end of class, the atmosphere shifted dramatically in the room. The moment Mrs. Joyce stepped out, the once orderly classroom transformed into a chaotic hubbub reminiscent of a bustling market square. Voices erupted in a cacophony of chatter, laughter.
One by one, most students made their hasty exits, including Dylan and his group of friends who dashed out, full of excitement. Not long after, Austin, too, slipped out of the classroom, leaving the remaining students to revel in the newfound freedom.
Amidst this uproar, I couldn’t help but notice the group of girls gathered together, their eyes fixed on Violet. It was apparent that they were engrossed in some form of gossip, as their whispers and glances were directed solely at her.
Determined to address the tension brewing between us, I rose from my seat and made my way toward Violet, gently tapping on the table in front of her to capture her attention. She looked up, finally meeting my gaze, albeit with a hint of reluctance.
“Hey, what’s up?” I greeted her, plastering on my brightest, albeit somewhat forced, smile, trying to lighten the mood.
“I’m fine,” she replied almost under her breath, her tone heavy with irritation that was impossible to miss. It was evident that she was upset, and I found myself caught in the delicate web of our strained friendship.
“Hey, is something bothering you?” I inquired, feigning ignorance about the source of her annoyance, even though I had a pretty good idea of what it was.
“Are you seriously asking me that, Niana?” she shot back, her voice sharp.
“You’ve completely ignored me since yesterday, not to mention this morning, and when did you decide it was okay to come to school without even letting me know?” She said with a deep frown staring at me.
“I just saw you with your phone. Are you honestly going to tell me that you didn’t see my calls?” she remarked, her tone sharp and almost accusatory. I felt the urge to respond with a sarcastic laugh, but I held back, choosing not to stoop to that level of rudeness yet.
Yes, it was true—I had deliberately avoided her calls all throughout yesterday. I couldn’t help but wonder, what in the world was she thinking by constantly trying to reach me? The truth was, I was still seething with anger after Dylan publicly declared his interest in her. I mean, why on earth would he choose her? For a while, it seemed like Dylan and I had something special; we shared a connection that I believed had potential. However, it quickly became clear that he only wanted one thing from me, and once he got it, he moved on. I had been putting in effort to get him to genuinely like me, to build something more meaningful. Then, out of the blue, he goes and tells Violet that he wants her. It felt utterly infuriating, and as I contemplated this betrayal, I clenched my fist and forced a smile that felt nothing more than a hollow mask.
Now she’s also trying to get Austin’s attention. Seriously, why? Ever since that revelation, I’ve found myself growing to despise her. I can’t explain it fully, but just the sight of her lately sends me into a rage, and all I want is to cut ties and bring this so-called friendship to an end, and fast. It’s exhausting pretending that everything is okay when it very clearly isn’t.
“Hey Violet, I really want to apologize. I’m truly sorry for missing your calls. The truth is, I ended up falling asleep really early last night, and it wasn’t until this morning that I noticed all of your missed calls. I had every intention of calling you back, but somewhere along the way, I completely forgot to do so. As for the reason I didn’t inform you beforehand about coming to school today, it’s because my mom had to leave for work, and she kindly offered to drop me off. I realize I should have sent you a quick message or made a phone call to let you know, but I didn’t, and I feel terrible about it. Please forgive me,best friend,” I explained, watching as she let out a deep sigh, her frustration dissipating slightly.
“If what you’re saying is true, then I guess I’m not really angry anymore. It’s just that I feel like you’ve changed so much, Niana. Honestly, when I’m with you nowadays, it feels like I’m spending time with a completely different person,” she murmured, and I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes at her comment.
“I promise you, I haven’t changed that much. Sure, things might be a bit tough at home because of what’s happening with my parents, but I swear I’m going to do my best to make it up to you,” I replied earnestly, hoping to reassure her. A small smile began to spread across her face, a sign that maybe things were starting to get back on track.
“It’s okay, I was merely sharing what I noticed,” she replied, and a wide grin broke out across my face. In that moment, I realized that she wouldn’t see through my little ploy; she had always been a bit naïve when it came to our friendship.
“I love you, bestie. You know that, right?” I said, and her face lit up with a smile.
“I love you too, Niana,” she responded, returning my smile with genuine warmth. Just then, a loud bang resounded as someone slammed their hands on the table, startling both of us. We turned to see Britney standing there with her friends Bella and Blair, their faces twisted in anger.
“What was that all about?” I inquired, my brow furrowing in confusion as I tried to make sense of their hostility. They just scoffed at me, and I could feel the tension in the air. I knew I had to keep up the act, to maintain the illusion that I was still Violet’s closest friend.
“Stay out of this, Niana. We’re here for Violet, not you,” Britney shot back, her tone dismissive, and I couldn’t help but huff in response, exasperated by her attitude.
“Are you hearing yourselves right now? We’re talking about my best friend, and you want me to just stand back?” I retorted, frustration bubbling within me as they rolled their eyes in unison, clearly unfazed by my concerns.
“What on earth are you trying to pull? Why the hell were you on top of Austin?” Bella demanded, directing her fury towards Violet while completely ignoring me.
“And what exactly makes this your concern?” I replied, rolling my eyes in exasperation. Britney exhaled sharply, clearly annoyed by my response.
“A concern? Is that really the reason she decided to show up to school in a short skirt? To entice the hottest boys in our class?” Britney shot back. Her tone was accusatory, and it seemed her words struck a chord, as nearly all the girls around us chimed in, nodding in agreement. I couldn’t help but feel a little curious myself; after all, I had known her for quite some time and was well aware that she typically shunned any clothing that would draw attention to her thighs.
“Honestly, you should really just stick to being the unattractive nerd you’ve always been. If you even think about making a move on Dylan or Austin, I swear we will make your life a living nightmare here at school,” Britney threatened, and her friends echoed her sentiments with resounding approval.
“Alright, that’s enough, everyone. Can we please stop this ridiculous behavior? Are you really saying that she shouldn’t be allowed to wear whatever she chooses? Hold on a second… weren’t you all the ones who complained about her long skirt in the first place?” I said, my voice dripping with disbelief. As I spoke, I reached for Violet’s hand, trying to take a stand against the tide of cruelty surrounding us.
“Come on, let’s go grab something to eat, Violet,” I said cheerfully, breaking the spell of the classroom atmosphere. She hesitated for just a moment, then stood up with a slight smile, and we made our way out of the classroom. The chatter and murmurs of our classmates faded into the background, becoming mere whispers as we stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind us.
Once we were outside, I let out a relieved breath.
“Phew, that was… pretty hectic,” I remarked lightly, chuckling to myself. Violet just sighed in response, a hint of exasperation in her voice.
“Thank you for what you did back there,” she muttered softly, glancing sideways at me
. The two of us then walked into the bustling cafeteria, the tantalizing scents of various dishes filling the air around us. After getting our meals, we made our way to an empty table and settled down in our seats.
As we began to eat, I couldn’t help but to ask
“But… Violet, I have to ask, why are you wearing that short skirt?” I queried curiously.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I know how much you dislike wearing short skirts and how uncomfortable they make you feel. Seeing you in one today really made me wonder.” My voice was laced with genuine concern.
She exhaled deeply, and a look of frustration crossed her face.
“It’s because Vera burnt my old one. I really didn’t have any other choice but to wear this one,” she explained, a hint of annoyance creeping into her tone. I nodded slowly, understanding her predicament, and took a few bites from my meal, trying to shift the conversation to a lighter topic.
“By the way,” I interjected, putting my fork down to focus on her,
“are your knees okay? I noticed that they seemed a bit scraped up. What happened?” I prodded,
“Oh, those?” she replied, brushing it off.
“I got them from that fall I took with Austin. It’s nothing serious, just a scratch, so you really don’t need to worry too much about it,” she reassured me, although I could see the faint grimace that crossed her face when she thought about it.Just then all of a sudden Austin dropped his food on our table and sat down close to Violet.
“Hey,” he said, his gaze locked onto Violet, completely disregarding my presence at the table.
“Hey,” Violet replied, her voice barely above a whisper, as she seemed to shy away from the intensity of his focus.
“So, umm… how are your knees doing? Does your wound still hurt?” he inquired, a hint of concern lacing his words. Violet immediately shook her head in response to his question.
“ just a little,” she admitted softly, and by this time, it was evident that nearly all the students in the cafeteria had their eyes turned toward our table, captivated by the unfolding drama.
He picked up his spoon and resumed eating, but his attention was clearly divided; he flicked his eyes toward her at every opportunity. As I sat across from them, I found myself simmering in frustration, unable to look away from their exchange.
“You know… umm… I really want to make up for what happened earlier,” he said, and at this, Violet paused in her meal and directed her attention fully to him, intrigued yet cautious.
“I don’t understand,” she replied, a frown creasing her brow.
“I was the one who bumped into you hard, so if anyone should be making it up, it’s really me.” Her words were sincere, and he let out a light, genuine chuckle.
“Here,” he said, extending his phone toward her, a gesture that was both unexpected and slightly perplexing.
“Umm, why are you giving me your phone?” Violet asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
“Can I have your phone number?” he asked, his tone both earnest and casual,
“Just in case something like what happened today occurs again. You can give me a call, and I promise I’ll be right there for you.” Violet smiled softly at his words and began typing her number into his phone, her fingers dancing over the screen as she made sure everything was correct.
“Thank you,” he said, a genuine smile spreading across his face as she handed the device back to him. But as I watched their interaction, an intense wave of anger surged within me. It felt so unfair; it should have been me, not Violet, receiving that attention. I was still simmering with frustration when, out of nowhere, Dylan approached our table and casually took a seat across from Violet.
The atmosphere in the cafeteria shifted instantly; a collective gasp escaped the lips of several nearby students, and I found myself holding my breath in surprise.
“Hey, you didn’t reply to the message I sent you this morning,” Dylan said, his eyes fixed firmly on Violet. I noticed her bite her lip, a clear sign of nerves, as the room fell eerily silent. It seemed everyone was straining to hear the conversation unfold.
“How are your knees doing? You need to be careful, you know,” he continued, his voice laced with concern. At that moment, Austin let out a loud scoff, breaking the heavy silence that enveloped us.
“I told you to get rid of those glasses, Violet. You were stunning without them last night,” he added, his gaze unwavering. Violet’s eyes widened in surprise at his comment, and I could see the color rise in her cheeks. The tension in the air was palpable, and it felt like the entire cafeteria was holding its breath, eager for whatever drama would unfold next.
*
*
*
*
TBC 😱 😱 😱
