The Bet With The Players by C. Joyce (read my book TXT) 📕

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Clujel Joyce B. (C. Joyce)
The Bet With The Players

© 2012, C. Joyce
Self publishing

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"Heather! I can't believe you did this to me!," I shreik into my sister's old cell. Well...my entire family is saving up money for me to go to college.

"Sea. Look."


Yes, my name is Sea. Sea Annabell Shore.


"I know you need the money. I'm your best friend and I wanna help you. I want the best for you." Heather sighed. I did also in the inside, I knew she was right. Like....always...

"But why them?! As in them, THEM!" I shouted more before turning to my side to the new, glorious, huge, white mansion.

"J-U-S-T Do IT!" Heather scream causing my ears to bleed before slamming her cell off, ending our talk.

I sigh unwillingly. "Just do it Sea. Like just Heather said JUST do it!" I talk to myself, stepping out of my white family's 2005 Honda CRV.

I started to walk till I got another phone call. I open the cell, click on the green phone logo, "hello?"

"SEAAA!!!" It was....Heather still trying to make my ears bleed.

Heather if you don't know yet, she's my best friend...and a popular unlike me. She has dark brown hair that has dark purple highlights, and with blue eyes.



"YES!" I shouted with anger.

I can tell she's pretending to pout, "I was just saying good luck. Oh, wait that's not it....huh. Yeah! Now I remember, Aria called you a wimpy loser either way if you do or don't take the job."

I was outraged, "THAT BI-"

Although Heather interrupted, "SEA!"

I got annoyed of Heather trying to make me deaf, so I click on the red phone logo, and slamming the cell shut.

Walking on the beautiful path made of stones and line-up with palm trees and roses blossom on each side. As I made to the mansion's castle-like doors, I rang the door bells.


Ah, oh God! F my life (o.k, I stole that idea from the website), Fuck this sh-you know the word, and Fuck this job!


Minutes went by as I continue to swear at myself.

Oh god, I'm talking to myself.


I'm turning to a such weirdo...hell, I AM weirdo.
Before I knew it the door slowly open to reveal.............
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....Dylan. Dylan Mason.



Before I start talking about what happen, let me show who Dylan. Background music: Points of authority by: Linkin Park.

-Flash Back for Dylan:
"I'm dumping you. Michele"

"You were too easy Mary."

"Its over. Ann"

"Its over, we're off-"

over, over, over, I'm done with you, its just a one night stand.

-Flash back over

Rumors had it is when he dumps the girl, he doesn't care. If you were that

girl, you'll know it won't last that long. He wouldn't care if your on your legs begging for him not to leave. He wouldn't care if you cry every single day afterwards falling depression.

He won't.

Athletic, jerk, an ass, sarcastic, hot, tall, trouble-making jock. Yeah sure, who wouldn't like him? Being sarcastic old me. He's in the football, swimming, soccer, basketball, baseball, and even the boxing team.

"Who are you?" He asked with a stern look on his face.

I tried to remember what to say. Just like I practice on the mirror but the only thing that came out of my mouth is, "I'mSeafromschoolbutyoudontknowmeIhereforthejob"

I'm pretty sure he didn't understand since this was his reply, "Either your a creepy stalker, psycho fan or both I don't give a shit so get out! Or I'm going to get the guards to kick you out!" See told you, he's a jackass alright.

I was about to say "no" but someone with a old lady voice interrupted. "Dylan, you shouldn't be so rude. Who's that?" Said the old lady behind him. Huh- No wonder she sounded like an old lady since she is one! STUPID SEA, stupid, stupid.

"No one nanna, just another stalker from my school," he muttered annoyed and slam the door shut.

Oh man! I really need to job! Think Sea, Think! "Wait! NO! I'm here for the job!" I shouted while pounding on the doors.

It opened....but I accidentally hit Dylan in the face also. Oops..... "YOU IDIOT!"

"I'm....so...sorry...I can get a ice pack if you want...."

"NEVER MIND!" He yelled at my face with opening the door for me, "Get in before I slam your fuc-[shorten for a 'bad' word] face also!" You already did dumb-ass Wow....I can't tell you how mad he was. I can give you a clue though his face was fiery red.

I step in the mansion astonished then ever. DUDE! They have a hot tub and a swimming pool outside and inside the house! I'll love to be working here without a doubt.

I kept zooming every corner of the house till Dylan turned me back to reality, "So you're here for the job?"

I nodded.

He continued, "you do know you're going to be a maid for me, Eric, Jason, Tyler, Jaxon, Zander, Jay, Kev, Aiko, Jackson, Chad, Alvin, Nathan, Ethan, and Xerxes. Right?" Shorter term for them A.K.A "The Players".

I nodded again.

"And you do know you talk to get this job," Dylan chuckled, "What's your name?"

"Sea"

"Sea?" The old lady behind him, which I think is his nanny or something, asked. "What a pretty name for a pretty lady." She smiled. Me, pretty?! Not in million years! She turn her head to Dylan, "Don't you think Dylan-ie-boo?"

I giggle quietly. Probably not quiet enough since I heard Dylan grunted.

"Yeah sure nanna, whatever..." He muttered grumpily.

"Thank you," I said polity.

She smiled at me, "Congrats Miss...huh-"

"Shore" I answered her.

"Nice name, freak." O.k. I'm starting to hate Dylan!

"Miss Shore, you got the job as the maid for the boys!" She shouted.

In my head I said a disappointed, "Yay".

I know my name is Sea Shore...get it?!

Yay!!
Today, I, became the maid for the players.
Oh, God. I BECAME the MAID for the PLAYERS!




"Hey Ms. STALKER!" Dylan yelled for...I guess...me. "You have to meet the rest of us."

"I..see."

"Just follow me if you get lost, I don't care. Got that!" Just like that he walk, walked away. Leaving me as a lost puppy chasing after him.

Each step I took a glance at each little corner of the house...till I bump into some one again... The rest of the players in a straight line. Aiko, was actually I one I dump onto his chest.

Aiko Lee is his full name...middle name, I have no idea at all to say it.

Background music: Reto Tokio AKA Tokyo Drift by: Tenriyaki Boyz


Aiko meaning "Love Child" in Japanese, which he is. He's the sweetest of the all players. Rich here also in Korea and Japan. An asian player mostly Korean but 35% Japanese, friends with every single girl. With short black hair and an adorable little kid face he can turn any girl in love with him. On his free time...underground car drifting...and getting chase by cops.


"Hm..Hi..." Aiko said slowly with a weird look on his face.

"Hi...," I said shyly.

"Can you get off my chest." Aiko firmly said causing everyone to laugh at me.

"Sure..." Wow, that was embarrassing!

"So...bro is she is our new maid?" Tyler pointed a finger at me with a 'who is she' look.

Dylan turn to Tyler then took a glance at me. Pulling my arm off of Aiko...oops I forgot about that. -_^ "Actually, this weirdo here (staring at me)she's our new maid...sadly." RUDE!


He is '5 10" with green eyes.


Tyler Mason, Dylan's little brother who's still older than me! Darn! I'm still the youngest here!

Personality as player(not much as Dylan) he's been following his older brother's foot steps ever still he was 13. A sporty, carefree dirty blond/brunette who loves parties.


"Alvin." Dylan pointed to a cute emo kid, not trying to sound rude. He just gave me a nice nod, which I'm cool with.


"Kev." Next to Alvin was a also cute looking ginger who I remembered was Irish.


"Eric, the Hawaiian dude."

Oh gosh, did he just wink at me?! "Aloha, sweet thang"

"Nothing much bro, cool accent though." I said back to him. Wait...am I actually flirting with him?!

"Cool chick, Dylan, I don't think I can resist her..." Blushing time!

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. She's our maid dumbass." It's a great feeling when you know he doesn't just call you a dumbass.


"Jackson." I look to my left to see a smiling African American dude. I'm not racist, see.

I told back to him,"Sea."

"Cool name." What's with dudes and the word 'cool'?


"The Twins is our nicknames, lovely." Oh..a smooth talker, I wonder who would that be. "My name's Jaxon. This is my slighter not good looking