6 ● Paxton

Well, that was unexpected.

He really was hard heartened just like Dixon had told me. His glares, surprisingly makes me uncomfortable, it was like he knew the reason I had approached him in the first place.

Dixon had told me he used to arrive more earlier than everyone and I had decided to wait for him there, I even left my last class early just to meet him. And he did prove hard to get just like I had been warned.

Now I feel like I shouldn't have accepted that bet to  get him seeing how things is now. Being someone not used to courting someone, they always showed interested before I get to make a move this seems a bit stressful for me because as much as I would love to deny it, this was the first time someone won't show interest in me at first glance.

More reason to win the bet though, guess the money was worth it after all. I smirked as I opened my locker bringing out my uniform to change back into it.

"So how was your little discussion with your next prey?"

Prey? What the heck.

I closed my locker turning to Dixon. I scoffs seeing the look on his face. He was grinning ready to listen to whatever information I had to offer.l "Stop being nosy" I flicked his forehead as I walked away from him.

"Oh come on, I was just being curious." I didn't reply as I started changing my outfit.

"I figured the results was just as I expected seeing how quiet you are." Dixon chuckles sitting down on the bench across where I was. "He turned you down."

I finished putting on my trouser as I turned to him. I really wanted to deny that fact but I really am not in the mood for that. "What's his name?"

The look Dixon gave me after hearing what I said  was like I had grown another pair of eyes as he stares at me with surprise making me to frown. "Anything wrong with what I asked or there is something on my face?"

He tilted his head slightly, "you want to know his name?"

"That's why I'm asking."

"Hmm..that's a first..?"

Yeah, it is. I actually don't care about the name or identity of the people I sleep with. It's just a one time thing, so why go through all the trouble of remembering their names when I won't be needing them again after all?. I don't care what their name was, that makes it feels like I was trying to be close with them and which was clearly the opposition but who is asking?

"Your silence says it all, which is why I won't be telling you. You can find out about it yourself if you are that desperate to know his name."

Frowning slightly, I rested my body against the lockers, "is something wrong? Why did I feel like you are being hostile towards me?"

"I wasn't."

"No, you are."

Dixon sighed, "can I ask why you accepted the bet?" he sat up straight poking his little finger into his left ear. "I mean, you clearly knows Connor was messing with you like always. Yet you agreed to follow his dare. And why is tha–"

"Because of the money." I chirped in.

He frowned, "because of the money? You are in need of morning?"

"Partially yes and partially because–he believe I was going to fail the dare and I want to prove him wrong for once about that. I was going to refuse actually but seeing how desperate he was that he was ready to bet that amount to humiliate me, why should I refuse that offer?" I sighed. "Though I wondered why he was ready to bet that huge amount of money."

Two thousand dollars might seem like a little change to him but to me that's a whole lots. I have lots of things I was struggling to have just because I don't have the money. So if he was that eager to see me **** just a boy in exchange for the money, who am I to refuse?

"Connor might be stupid and doesn't think before he talks most times but he was right about something. The boy is not someone that easy for you to just sleep with like that. More like it's not even possible, he doesn't care about things like this."

"So you think I am going to lose the bet?"

He shrugs, "Just saying. But I am not going to lie, I was kind of disappointed that you accepted the bet. Sleeping with someone is a normal thing, that's if it was mutual and no reason behind it except for just the pleasure, but when it comes to betting to **** them, it's..."

Dixon smile, which was obviously forced as he stood up picking up his bag. "I should get going, I have a date with my girlfriend. That's what I actually came here to tell you. I won't be able to follow you to the club this night. Next time."

I nod as I watched him leave. Sighing on realising he left. Why does his words makes me uncomfortable? Him putting it that ways makes me feel like shit for accepting the bet. I thought it could be fun, he was excited about it too that day. So why was he making me feel bad now?

Why now when I was getting at it already.



The music booming from the sound system all around me did takes my mind of things like I had expected as I sway to the music slowly walking towards Cole, the bartender sitting down in front of him.

"The regular?" He asked on acknowledging my presence.

"Extra hard." I replied as he gave me a knowing look as he set to mix the alcohol. "Bad day at school?"

"Yeah,kind of." I replied absentmindedly drumming my fingers of the counter as I looked around the swampy club. Everyone either drinking, dancing or eating eachother's face out. I looked away from the stripper twerking her *** on the old man below her as I felt Cole placed the shots down in front of me.

"First round on the house."

"Thanks man." Cole smiled as he turned towards the order customer in front of him. Despite being seventeen, I had been drinking at this bar with Dixon and never been stopped. I met Cole at a friend's birthday party and we've been acquainted since then. The security guard at the front door knew I was friends with him and never stopped me to check my age before allowing me in. This had given me opportunity to have access to this place, and whatever it's there to offer like the alcohol and–the girl staring at me right now.

I had picked up my shot downing it before turning to look back at the people dancing when I saw her staring at me. Her dark skin glows under the club bright light as she pushed few of her locks blinding her eye to the back of her ears before walking towards me with a knowing smile.

"Hi there" She said on getting to my side as she raised her glass towards me. I nod bumping my now empty glass with hers.

"I thought I won't be seeing you today also."

I frowned slightly, "you were waiting for me?"

"Ofcourse, saw you few days ago with your friends, couldn't approach you because you had lots of people around you."

"Oh." I downed my last glass of vodka placing it down before turning to her. "Want to get out of here?" I rather just get straight to the point than listen to her dilly dally about something I cared less about.

I stood up from my sit as I tapped Cole who pressed the key to the workers changing room into my palm as he gave me a wink. I smirked pocketing the key before turning back to her. "Let's go."



I groaned, feel my head spins while my stomach gives this funny feeling as I entered the house. I feel so tired with my eyes laden with sleep. How I had drove home from the club still baffled me cause I might have drove myself to death. I sighed taking off my shoes as I walked towards my room.

"And where the hell were you coming from by this time of the night?" I mentally groaned, not ready for another drama right now, all what was on my mind right now is to feel the comfort of my bed while I go to sleep. But I know this more than anything I shouldn't ignore it if I don't want it to escalate more than what is to come.

Sighing as I turned to him, there he was, my supposed father, sitting on the floor among the empty bottles of alcohol he had probably drank before I arrived with several raffles ticket papers in his hand.

"I asked you where you are coming from!"

I carressed my temple, his shouts already having effects on mess I could feel my head aches. "And where did you think I am coming from? Where you sent me?"

"Paxton! Don't you dare talk to me like that! I am your father, you are coming home almost an hour to midnight and you don't want me to query you on that."

"Atleast it's not midnight yet" I mumbled wanting to walk away.

"Wait!" I heard him groan with his heavy steps getting closer to me making me turned back to him. "Give me some money. I need to buy something important."

Something important? He should have just said money to gamble. "I don't have any." I scoffed turning to walk away but felt myself being pulled back from my collar almost choking.

"Don't tell me that bullshit young man! I need some money right now!" He yelled as he pulled me back his hands running all over my body trying to search my pocket for what he was looking for. I pushed him away with the remaining strength left in me. "What the heck did you this you are doing? I told you I have no money with me!"

I actually do have some cash on me but I rather let him go to hell for all I care than give me my money.  He made to move closer to me as I took a step back. "Get closer to me and I will punch the heck out of you."

He sighed moving back to his former position. "You are just like your mother. So selfish and self centered."

"Don't you dare talk about her right now! You don't ******* deserve her. I'm so glad she left you before your ruined her life. And you know what, I rather be just like her than be with you. You disgust me!"

"Why don't you leave then? Go and meet her if you want to be with her that much!"

"You think I don't want to? I really wish it's possible for me to get away from you!" I yelled back as I rushed into my room slamming the door shut ignoring my sister who was standing in front of her room. She probably had came out when she heard the noise.

I made to laid down on my bed when I gagged, feeling the content raising up my bike, I rushed into my bathroom vomiting everything. I squat down my hands clenching my hairs a bit too tightly. I feel like shit right now. I wish I could just die, maybe things would be much better than this in my next life.

I stood up brushing my mouth before walking back to my room dropping on my bed with a thud as I closed my eyes hoping to sleep. I sniffled, realising I was crying. I feel sober right now and I wish I wasn't. 

Opening my eyes as I looked around my room. Everything seems so boring and dead just like I was feeling inside, my hand trace up to my bedside drawer pulling open the first chest as I brought out a photo.

I sat up as I stared at it. It was a picture of us, the whole family, though I scratched out my dad's face from it, my hand grazed over mom's smiling face softly. She looks so happy then I had no idea she was hiding her pain behind those smiles. Now that she left him, I hope she is genuinely happy where she was right now.

If only she had taken us with her. I really don't want to be here anymore. I'm suck and tired of seeing this monsters face every single day.

I need to find her. I need money to do just that, more reason for me to win the bet. Knowing how much of self-esteem Connor had, he really will do whatever he promised to so he won't lose his self-esteem. Which means if I really wins the net he will give me the money he promised.

I can as well use the money to look for mom. I don't care how long it takes. I'm doing everything to get the hell out of this hellhole.

No matter what it takes.

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