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

"Yeah, of course."

He grab on a hold of my left hand, Dylan had a bright smile on his face. "Great, let's go then." Dylan walked to to his car and opened the door for me. "Wait," He paused for a minute and pulled out a soft leathery box from his pockets. His hands opened it, showing off a diamond heart-shaped necklace. "here wear this. I'll help you put it on."

"Oh, ok." I caught my black hair strands, to let Dylan put on the necklace for me. Shivers went down my neck as he was putting on the necklace.

"Here." I turned around to face him, "It looks beautiful on you."

My fingers slowly touched the shiny necklace, "Why me?"

He had a confused look, "What do you mean?"

My voice was about to crack, "Why did you ask me to go on a date with you. There's many other prettier girls than me."

"Cause." Dylan started to kick on the pebbles that were on the ground. "You're the only girl I know that doesn't give a shit about money."
My head just did a slow nod...what is there to say? "Come'on, we're going to be late."

I took a seat on his car, Dylan followed me. He turned on the radio, and it was playing 'We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together'. Dylan quickly press on the car gas. My ears were about to bleed and I mean it! "Dylan, can you please change the channel?"

He laughed at me, "I thought girls like Taylor Swift."

"Yes, I'm a girl." I began, no, bitchy inner me. Go back inside, no time to be bitchy. "But I can't stand Taylor Swift, including her break up songs."

Dylan laugh a bit more then finally changed the channel, "Calm down...I'm changing it woman."
One of my favorite songs was playing, 'Ships In The Night by Mat Kearney'. I couldn't help but to sing.


"Like ships in the night

You keep passing me by
Just wasting time
Trying to prove who's right
And if it all goes crashing into the sea
If it's just you and me
Trying to find the light

Like ships in the night letting cannonballs fly
Say what you mean and it turns to a fight
Fists fly from my mouth as it turns south
You're down the driveway
I'm on the couch
Chasing your dreams since the violent fifth grade
Trying to believe in your silent own way
Cause we'll be okay, I'm not going away
Like you watching at fourteen as it went down the drain"

 

The radio paused for a minute or two. My face pouted, I love that song..."Sea," My eyes turned onto Dylan, "has anyone ever told you how you sound when you sing?"

"No..."

Dylan quickly pulled over to a expensive looking restaurant. Of course..."No wonder." The name of the restaurant was 'Bonjour~' There was a giant water fountain, which was surround by bushes of roses. Spotlights were on the opening of the doors, there was even a red carpet. The only thing I saw was nothing but rich people walking inside. Girls of any age were going inside of the restaurant, in gowns. While all the boys were wearing tuxedos, just like Dylan. "Ready?"

I grab on Dylan's hand what was holding out for me. I couldn't walk so much because of the heels. Do you know in movies how restaurants are absolutely beautiful with a giant chandelier in the ceiling? There was the chandelier! Dylan did all the walking for me since I've never been here before. Just like in the movies...there was a old man that was doing the tables.

Well, he wasn't that old, maybe in his late 40's. "Bonjour, monsieur. Bienvenue à Bonjour. Avez-vous une réservation ici?" What the heck is he saying?!

Thankfully, Dylan knew French. I knew I should had taken French instead of Spanish. "Why yes, my fine sir. Mason is the last name."

"Ah, yeah, Mason." The man tried to say, but his bold French accent was in the way. "Follow me, monsieur." Dylan gave me little wink/nod and we started to follow the guy. "Table for three."

Wait...three?

"Thank you." Dylan said, the old man took a bow and walked back to his post. "Have a seat." He grab and took out a chair for me.

Wait, three? "Dylan." He looked up from the menu, "Why are there three seats?"

His face was stone for a second, "Because...we're meeting my mom."

Great.

I took a seat, playing with my nails. "So...we're meeting your mom?"

"Yeah." Dylan tried to say before some interrupted, it was a girl.

The girl had blonde locks that were kinda wavy. She had those straight bangs that were above her eyebrows. With angry blue-grayish color eyes, that looked like lasers can shoot out of them. The girl was wearing a fancy looking pink grown, sparkly at the bottom. She was pretty, kinda looks like Taylor Swift (after a break up). "Tyler Mason!" The Taylor-look-alike yelled at Dylan, as she was grabbing Dylan's drink. "How DARE you!" She poured the glass cup, causing water to spill on Dylan's hair.

That made Dylan burst out of his chair, "Look, I'm not Tyler..."

The girl had a shock look and a gasp mouth. "Do I look like I'm blind?!" She shriek and shook her head in anger.

"Apparently..." Jeez, smart move Dylan, really smart. All this time, I was trying not to laugh. At the girl, not Dylan, by the way. "Just listen to me-"

"-NO." The blonde shouted, that made everyone take a look at us. "YOU listen to me."

Dylan looked really pissed out by the girl. "He's not Tyler..." I tried to tell the girl, backing up from Dylan's back.

Her blue eyes turned into a more darker grayish color. "Don't tell me what to do, slut!" The blond tried to pierce my face with her nails, but Dylan stopped her.

"Oh, I'm the slut." I screech at her, my eyes narrowed with madness. "You're the one to talk."

Her hands clenched, and she looked like she would slap me any second. "You did NOT just call me a slut." Any second now...just slap me already. "Do you know who the fuck I am?!"

I retorted, "A dating whore, slutty blonde that thinks she's all that." I checked down at my nails, bored. "Do you actually I give a crap about who you are?"

"THAT'S IT!" She tried to throw a punch at me but Dylan blocked it for me.

Dylan yelled, "Security!" There were two buff dudes that grabbed both of the girl's arms. They were practically dragging her out of the restaurant.

The un-named girl was cursing, kicking her legs, anything to let her go. "Listen to me, Tyler Mason!" She had now messy hair but her make-up was still ok. "We are never EVER getting back together." Wow. I'm starting to think that girl, was actually Taylor Swift.

"You okay?" I asked Dylan who still looked pissed.

"I should the one asking you..." He chuckled at me, while taking back his seat. I took my napkin and started to wipe the water that was dripping on his tuxedo. "What are you doing?" Dylan asked me, his blue eyes melting into my purple ones.

"What does it look like?" I questioned him with annoyance and confusion. "I'm drying you off."

He took a hold on my arm, "It's fine. The tux will dry soon anyways." I began to small laugh a bit, catching Dylan's attention. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing." I tried to shrugged him off. "Should we tell Tyler what happened?"

Dylan gave a half grin, "Nahh. It's better for him to be single than to date that psycho bitch." He paused for a minute to think over something. "Hey, Sea, pretend to be my girlfriend when my mom's here, and act you came from a rich family.."

"Ok..."

"Well. Well. Well." I heard behind my back, who's ever voice that was Dylan knew them. "I barely got here and you've had already caused confusion." My attention went to a lady that was standing behind Dylan. "I should give you a round of applause, shouldn't I...Son?"
The lady had a rich brown hair color, which was mid-length. Yet, she had Dylan's same blue eyes that was a bit cooler. She was wearing a very expensive black dress and 6" heels. That lady was Dylan's mom?!
What to do....? "So...this is your girlfriend?" Dylan's mom was pointing her finger at me.

I stood up and took my hand out at her, "Hello. My's name's Sea..and-" What if Dylan want to pretend I was? Oh, yeah. "-I'm Dylan's girlfriend. Please to meet you." Mrs. Mason stared my hand in disgust and slap it off.

She snicker in amusement and laughed at Dylan and I. "I don't do handshakes, darling. You should know that, only a commoner wouldn't know. Unless-" Mrs. Mason paused her words, probably use a comeback to embarrass me. "-Unless you are a commoner, that Dylan only disguised you as a wealthy young lady."

"Mom..." Dylan tried to stop his mom's words.

Her blue eyes glared at Dylan, "You don't get to control me." Mrs. Mason's attention turned back onto me. "What's your answer."

"I'm just me, plain ol' me, ma'am." Those words just slide off my mouth. "Does money matter in relationships..or love? I believe not."

Mrs. Mason's eyes darken with annoyance. "Why yes. Without money, tell me, how are you suppose to raise your family?" Her red lips looked like a swear word could come out any minute.

Eh, Carter's right, his mom only cares about money. "With love." I answered her with dignity, my head was high and proud. "Money is just a green piece of paper, but love is priceless."

"Not bad girl..." Dylan's mom was staring at him again, with a kinda happy face. After a second later her expression changed into a stern look again. "But I still think that 'Aria' girl is still better than her. In manners, education, and even prettier than your Sea girl." She said while seating down on a chair.

Dylan had a madden expression, he looked like he could burst out a swear word at his mom. I interrupted before he could say anything rude at her. "Then, Mrs. Mason, let me prove you wrong."

She had a cocky smirk on her red-lipstick lips, "Try to prove me wrong then. I'm never wrong."


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Jaxon's POV.

"Where the the heck are you going man?" I shouted at James, who was running out of the doors.

James's was holding onto a jacket and his car keys. "Going to see Sea!"

"What?!" I asked in confusion, what does he want with Sea? "She's on a date with Dylan!"

"I don't care!" He yelled back at me while slamming the doors shut.

I interrupted him, "Dylan's going to murder yo-"

"-Er..leave him bro." My slightly younger twin yelled at me, while throwing popcorn at me. "A jealous boy, does what other jealous boys do." I shrugged it off and took a seat next to him.

Xerxes's had the remote to the large flat screen t.v. He was watching the NBA championships that was about a minute to end. "So what do you guys want to watch now?"

"The history channel...?" Aiko suggested and we gave him a weird look. "Ok...maybe not."

My idiot brother had to suggest, "BARNEY?!"

Tyler rolled his eyes at Jason "UFC? The finals are at 11 and