Page 181 of The Bet
“What?” she cried. What sort of choice?
“Prove that you’re over him. Come out with us tonight, or text him.”
“Text him?” she shrieked, in horror. “Why?” Cara was being totally unreasonable. She shook her head. “I will not.”
“Not what?”
“I will not text him.”
“So you’re coming to the house party? Great, because I’ve got the perfect guy for you. He’s going to be there tonight, and I know you’ll—”
“I’m not coming to the party either, and you won’t hook me up with anyone.”
Cara clasped her hands to her hips not unlike a Marvel super hero. “I swear to god I’m not moving from here until you make a decision either way.”
“Then you can stay there all night.”
“And I’ll tell everyone to come over and we’ll have a party here instead,” Cara threatened.
Izzy’s nostrils flared in defiance. She hadn’t realized that her friend could be as stubborn as she was. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me. I willnothave you sitting at your desk when you don’t even have exams at the moment!”
Izzy ground her teeth together. “If I text him now, you promise to get lost?”
“Gladly.”
Izzy threw her a vicious stare, before stomping over to her knapsack.
“I want to see what you write,” said Cara.
Izzy pulled out her cell phone and stabbed the keypad. “There,” she said, shoving her cell phone in Cara’s smiling face.
Thanks
Cara’s gaze flickered upwards. “It’s not much, but it’s something. Well done.”
She spun around on her heels, rushed into her bedroom, came out seconds later with her jacket and rushed towards the door.
“Don’t wait up.”
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Thanks
He nearly fell off his treadmill when her text came in.
Thanks
He stopped the machine, and read the message a couple of times as it slowly came to a halt.
Thanks
What did she mean by that?
Wiping his face, he got off the treadmill and walked around as the sweat trickled down his back and face, and he reread the one word.
Thanks
